I needed to see Emily. I stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell. I took a deep breath, waiting for an answer. Shortly after, a lady opened the door. She was the replica of Emily and so I knew she was Emily's mom.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked the moment she saw me.

Now I know I shouldn't have worn something other than this 49ers shirt, now she won't stop staring at my muscled arm with scars.

"Yeah, uh... I was wondering if I could see Xavier, we're friends from school," I managed ...