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Everything They Could

AN: This is seen for Emma Geller Green's POV from the hardest 3 years of her life. Based in the future

Somebody once told me writing down the hard times is therapeutic.

When they told me that I thought, yeah right, as if.

But for some reason, the idea of writing it all down almost appealed to me, I figured I had nothing to lose. Sure it might be hard, but it will let it all out right?

And maybe, just maybe one day I can look back on these last three years and notice that something positive came out of the whole experience.

So here goes.

I guess it all began after we moved here. From the hustle and bustle of New York to the calm, down beat Scarsdale

A 3-bedroom apartment, looking directly at my Aunt Monica's, to the view of another identical house.

It was definitely strange.

It was mom's job that got us moved, and I know she was anxious of moving away, New York had become mom's home. And I'd lived in 2 apartments there in that time Uncle Joey's, or dads.

My mom and dad had other 2 babies in those 13 years of my life.

And to mom's relief they were a lot quicker labours.

Jasmine Caitlin was born on the 17th July 2007, and Josh David was born 1st June 2010.

I was born May 8th, after something like a 2-day labour.

Mom keeps telling me it was totally worth it.

So any way back to the whole moving thing.

Mom said she was worried we'd resent her for moving us away, leaving our friends behind, our family.

And at first I was ya know?

I was leaving my best friend and practically my whole life.

It took me a while to get my head around it all.... But I did and I know deep down even after everything I went through that it was definitely the right decision we made.

Even though mom blames herself for making us all move here....

So eventually after a lot of discussion we moved here... Into our beautiful home consisting of 6 bedroom and 4 bathrooms... And I was lucky enough to bag a beautiful small room with...French doors opening to my own little balcony.... It was little but it was mine.

The house was fantastic, and I remember just knowing as I walked around the house that we had to have it.... My whole family agreed.

After we had a tearful goodbye with our family, we set off to our new life's...

I remember my first day at my new high school vividly; I remember how everybody was so nice, so welcoming and I was nervous... yes but after spending 5 minutes in the school I felt I belonged.

I got talking to these group of girls...Straight away it was obvious they were the 'popular' group and they liked ME! Mom would be happy, she wanted Jasmine and I to have happy high school years and make lots of friends.... Like she did.... Funny that the she was the most popular girl of the years she was at school and the only people she actually kept in touch with was Monica, and her husband, my dad Ross.

So the first few weeks were uneventful, I made lots of different friends...Unfortunately the popular girls and I didn't stay friends for much longer, Lets just say they had a different lifestyle to me... one that included... being a complete slut.

I wasn't going to be like that.

I wouldn't be like them.

I never told them what I thought of them of course...No I knew that'd be stupid...We just gradually drifted apart and when they'd walk past in the corridor I'd smile... They didn't smile back...I guess you had to be their friend to receive a smile.

I was happy though, I'd finally met some decent boys, who didn't have ego's the size of their mouths.

And I'd met this nice, sweet, understanding girl... She was called Andrea...

And now I get on to the beginning...

Andrea had invited me to sleep around hers you see... and you know what I was excited about it...She'd kind of made it obvious she wanted us to be best friends and hell I wasn't going to complain!

The day started well... I brought my stuff to school and we had a giggle... I was psyched to be sleeping round hers...I remember our only lesson together that day English... And how excited I'd been and how I'd made a rubbish attempt of throwing a colouring pencil to Roxanne, one of the popular girls.

'I'm good at throwing aren't I' I said...

She laughed, and continued with her work...

The day finally slowly ended, I went to Andrea's and we went on Britney's dance beat on Playstation 2.... I was impressed...And won all the games...

We went to the town the first time that night about half past 5...We got fish and chips and walked back to hers....

It was really an uneventful trip...The second time was when my nightmare started though...

It was an innocent trip...We went to the high street the second time that night to pick up sweets.... We walked to the bottom to go to the cheap little corner shop.... Andrea saw a group of people though and we decided to go somewhere else...

I remember that night we went to one of the two small supermarkets and I phoned home to say hi.... There was music on and I could hear people laughing...Nan and granddad (Dad' parents) had come to stay for the second time since we moved.

Dad pretended they were having a loud party and we both kept laughing at what he was saying...I eventually said goodbye and we left the shop loaded with a bottle of coke and some sweets.

It was on the way back we received the trouble... We were walking back when this girl, the one I'd spoken too when I was 'popular' for that short stint... called me names...They aimed at me in general.... You know the insults like fat cow... and bitch.... I was confused...Because I had no idea where it came from...Why was she being like this...

We carried on walking but by this time Roxanne, and Grace the ring-leader had joined them...I think looking back we should have just stayed in a shop and got help... But all we kept thinking was it'd stop and soon we'd be at Andrea's safe

and laughing about it....

We nipped in and out of shops and, we noticed they'd set up camp at the top of the own opposite us.... We stood there in the video rental looking at each other scared to death...It's funny but I still had no idea they'd do what they did.... We counted to 3 and we walked out the shop, me feeling vulnerable and walking up to the graveyard....

We were almost away from them...And they shouted something...

And Andrea shouted back something...

It wasn't rude it was just this: 'You're not so perfect yourself'

And that's when my nightmare started...