Her childhood was not that of a typical child, it was more of a test of strength and endurance to withstand trauma. The only thing she had was a kind ...eart, filled with giving and honest aspirations. As the years went by, Emily turned her life around, the girl she once was became the woman she is. Emily worked in a flower shop, where each day was filled with Mother Earth’s beautiful creations. She enjoyed what she did for the simple fact that flowers were usually given for occasions of love,. I consider you a good friend but right now, the only reason I am agreeable to this possibility is that I consider Roxy my Sister. I don't want to see her hurt. She is special to me. She means even more to me than a Sister, in fact, the only one I care more for is Sam. She is part of me, more than I can explain. If she tells me that you two have decided to go separate ways then it will be done. I just hope that it never comes to that because I think the two of you love each other and would be. "Four nights ago, my Pa said that it was time I started paying my own way. He was tired of paying fer everything an' wanted me ta earn some money. He said that I was pretty enough, so I could easily earn a lot of money as a saloon whore."I told him that I didn't want ta do that. I had heard about it an' I really didn't know what ta do. He grabbed my arm an' started pulling me toward the bed. He said he would show me all I had ta know. The moment he turned my arm loose ta lower his pants, I. Pendleton continued her lecture, herhead facing the images she was cycling through as she spoke."Oh...there's something I wanna invite you to," Brooke whispered. "But Ican't tell you about it here."David nodded. "After class, then?" Yeah," Brooke confirmed. "I hope you like the arts." Art? Yeah! I love it!" David quietly hissed back."What about theater?"David nodded again. "Even better." Great," Brooke quietly responded. "I'll tell you more after class." Miss Vandervelde." Mrs. Pendleton was.