It's All About...Me?

On most blogs, you don't really get to know the writer. But I feel like it is important to connect with your readers. So, to celebrate getting over 300 pageviews since my first post, I am going to tell you 10 facts about me.

1. I have two sisters. My older sister's name is Kaitlin and she is 14 years old. My younger sister's name is Abrielle and she is 3 years old.
2. My birthday is August 15th.
3. My full name is Emily Michelle. My first name was named after the famous poet Emily Dickinson, my middle name is named after my mother's middle name, and I have the same middle name as my two sisters, too.
4. When I grow up, I'm not exactly sure what I would like to do for a job, because it changes a lot. But right now I would like to be an adoption counsler for an adoption agency, because I think that it's sad that many children do not have ready parents, and I would like to help.
5. My favorite holiday is Halloween.
6. If a genie gave me 3 wishes, I would wish that I could fly, that I was an actress, and that I had a better relationship with my older sister.
7. I was in one beauty pagent as a child.
8. I was offered a job as a model when I was younger, but it would cost a lot of money for modeling classes, so my parents declined.
9. I am 5 feet 4 inches tall.
10. My favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate chocolate chip.

I hope that tells you a little bit more about me, and maybe now you feel like you know the real Emily a little bit better. Since Emmels World has the most pageview out of my two blogs, I'm going to make it my priority blog, and try to update it more. Thanks for reading! :)

Share Challenge!

Hey readers! I am so sorry that I have not been posting on Emmels World since May. I was very busy starting up my newest blog and my Quibblo (I will put links to those at the bottom). I will now be trying to update my blogs at a minimum rate of once every two weeks, hopefully more.
Today I am starting a new challenge. My last challenge, It's Your Turn to Shine, is from several months ago, but only had a couple of participants, mostly on my Facebook page. Hopefully, you are enjoying Emmels World and would like your other friends to enjoy it, too. So if you are reading this, please consider participating in the Share Challenge.
The Share Challenge is a challenge where the first person to get 10 of your friends to look at this blog and comment in the box below wins a special Emmels World post dedicated to them. If you are a friend sent here by  a contest participant to help them win, please comment your friends name (the one who sent you here), and your opinion on my blog.
Thank you for reading Emmels World! Have a wonderful day!
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The Race

I knew, as soon as I had trudged over to the finish line, that she would beat me. That I had no chance. But after her being so mean to me, I had to win. I had to prove that just because I'm not popular or particularly pretty or not athletic, that I can be whatever I set out to be. That I can overrule her. So, when the gun is fired, I am determined to at least keep her within seeing range. I run as fast as I can, but she drifts out of view. I know that I have to move faster. I stare at my feet, pushing me off the ground, and I force myself to make them move faster. And even though my legs are burning and I can't breathe, I pursue her. Finally, she is in seeing range. I erratically shake my head, trying to wake myself from the dream I am having. But it is not a dream. I am getting closer and closer to her. At about 100 yards from the finish line, she begins to sprint as hard as she can, which is remarkably fast. After 20 yards, I can't push myself any farther, my legs are on fire. But then, it all flashes before my eyes.
I am in the lunchroom at school. I approach her table to sit with some nice girls from my math class. But she pushes me away.
I am walking to my house from my bus stop. She approaches with some other girls and calls me a loser.
I am at the school basketball tournament, cheering for my best friends, when all the phones of the student spectators bleep simultaneously, including mine. Slowly, I check the text messege I have recieved. It says to stay away from me because I have a bad case of some made up disease and I am contagious. She catches my eye and waves her phone at me with a snarky smile. Everyone surrounding me backs away.
Then I am pulled back to the present, and I know that she cannot win. I run so fast that I think my feet never hit the ground. I am finally next to her. And I look at her with the same snarky smile she gave me, and then know I have the power to cross the finish line first. And I do.