A/N: Some of these characters are created my Jacqueline Wilson and others by the BBC. The only ones belonging to me are Emily, her family and the social workers and I can't think of anymore but you get the point...
I wrote this story nearly three years ago and i came across it yesterday hanging around on my laptop. At first i tried to edit it but it just didn't want to be edited, so the only bits I edited were the grammar and spelling, apart from that it is the exact same story I wrote nearly three years ago.
You may be wondering why I've uploaded it: It is fully written out and has some good ideas, I want to know what you think of my writing three years ago!
Sorry for the long note, I'll shut up now..
This is Emily's really family from oldest to youngest:
Ash, Elizabeth, Chloe, Kyle, Jay and Jessie (Twins), Emily, Clare, CJ, and a child who is missing and can't be traced.
PROLOGUE
Emily's P.O.V.
My whole family got taken into care after dad died, just because mum couldn't cope. Before they could take me and my oldest brother Ash away though we ran for it, us two were always close. We stole food to keep us alive that's all; we were always on the run from police and social workers. But we had each other and that's what mattered.
I haven't changed much in appearance since then; even now I still have the same long brown hair, the blue eyes that often got mistaken for green if you didn't look closely enough. I was always tall for my age, so it made it easier for me and Ash. He was also tall for his age. He had brown floppy and messy hair that went everywhere. Unlike mine his blue eyes were bright and very visible. He had rather pale skin compared to my slightly tanned one. I guess we had our differences but people always seemed to say we looked similar if we talked to anybody but we didn't like talking to strangers, adults were often nosey and asked about where are parents were. It was surprising when we met the two others though.
It was one day we became friends with two other boys one was my age and the other was my brother's age. The one my age became my best friend but we were so young then. He had brown hair neatly trimmed; he had pale skin and was quite small and nimble for his age. His older brother like Ash had messy brown hair and instead of the bright blue eyes he had the bright green eyes. Apparently we all looked similar even though we weren't related. My brother and his brother began to steel for the fun of it and took things like laptops and phones, we would never be caught. I never approved but I was too young to understand anything really so they didn't care.
But one night, we were running from the police and the younger of the two brothers tripped, his older brother went back and so did I, Ash only went back for me. My best friend had slipped, he had lost conscious. But we were too late the police had caught us and surrounded us. We were split up and I never heard anything from those two brothers. I and Ash were in care separated though. Our mother remarried to this nice guy, most of our sibling went back but me and Ash didn't or the child who had gone missing. I was allowed to visit and I got on really well with my step-dad but I heard stories of Ash and how he hated him. As soon as Ash was allowed out of the care home he went to track me down but every time he did I would be moved to a new care home.
So this is my pointless life...
(I put the prologue and chapter one together so the numbers wouldn't be confusing)
I was fed up of Ash tracking me down and I knew I needed something to take my mind of moving care homes (Again). I decided I would make one last trip into town. I went straight to my favourite shop, the music shop and started to flick through the CDs. I turned around and bumped into a worker .
"Watch where you are going kid," he told me.
"I'm not a kid," I hissed back at him.
"Okay no need to lose your temper," he laughed.
"Don't laugh at me," I angrily spat at him.
"Look I am going to have to ask you to leave the shop," the man said sternly now.
"Well I'm not so there," I told him stubbornly.
"Now, or I will have to call the police," he said harshly.
"Fine," I shouted. I picked up the CD I'd liked and ran, past everybody. The man was hot on my trail. It was just my luck the police were passing and they joined the chase. I tried to jump a small wall but tripped cutting my knees and the side of my face. The police reached me and arrested me. There was no point fighting so I let them lead me to their car, my knees were in too much pain to try and stinging of my cuts was unbearable.
I watched as the police snatched the CD out of my grip. It was an Olly Murs CD. I loved lots of music; Olly Murs was just one of the many artists that stood out to me. I couldn't get in the car because of my knees, and the police weren't allowed to help me so they had to call an ambulance. I refused to give them by social workers number or care home's number let alone my name.
Finally the ambulance arrived. They made the Police uncuff me.
"What if she tries to run away?" one stupid idiot asked.
"Err mate I don't think that's possible," I said indicating to my knees which were bleeding heavily, and my face which was covered in blood too. I was led to the back of the ambulance, and they cleaned my cuts, it stung but I didn't cry, I'm not weak, not after what I've been through in my life. They bandaged them up and gave me crutches. Then they moved onto my face.
"That hopefully won't scar," the nurse said.
"I don't care if it does, it's just another scar, I've had worst," I told her. She noticed the cut running down my other cheek. She traced it.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Knife," I shrugged.
"Well young lady that should be a reminder not to play with knifes," replied the nurse, getting up.
"I wasn't playing, I was fighting," I snapped back before getting up and hobbling over to the police car in my crutches. This time I just about managed to get in the car.
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