I guess I should say I’m used to being pushed away.

I understand that I’m not typically the one people are looking for, so just know that if you call my name, I most likely won’t turn my head at first. When I participated in theater, there were three Emma’s in the same class -- all in different grade levels and I was the middle one. Everyone would call the name Emma, and three people would look up but I was never the one they meant to talk to. I was once called “The Dead Emma” by my theater director who never could seem to distinguish the line at which she should stop.

I understand that I’m another dark haired, pale skinned teenage girl with a common name, but my mind is far from ordinary and my personality is far from what society deems perfect.

I enjoy rainy days more than I should and like when the sky is gray and cloudy rather that completely clear and blue. I’ve never seen the Milky Way, yet I’m in love with the stars and space. I believe that darkness is merely the absence of light, yet the moon and stars like to defy that concept. I am in love with music with a message and a story to tell. Writing, poetry and meaningful words that ring in a basement when I’m too upset to move.

When it comes to people, I have mixed emotions and am never sure whether I love or hate them. On one hand, there’s the one person in your math class who makes suicide and rape jokes, talking about popping pills like theyre candy, and you wish for once that they could understand an ounce of what you’ve seen and dealt with. On the other hand, there’s the one person that you look at and can visibly see the angel wings behind their head that make them float over the dance floor as if it were second nature. Their eyes have a vibrancy that you wish you could capture to light your room at night and take their words to wrap you like a blanket of beauty.

When people think of me, I hope they think of vibrant eyes and a galaxy mind. I hope they remember who I am, not just my name. I want to be remembered as an

inspiration -- an emotion. I refuse to remain “The Other One.”