A/N: Hello everyone!

So I watched Hook for the first time in YEARS a few days ago and a seed was planted in my messed up little head. This is the result of that, plus a little boredom.

Enjoy and review if you like, don't like, whatever I'm flexible!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognise, just the OC's that you have and haven't met yet.

"Hope is wishing something will happen

Faith is believing something will happen

Courage is being able to make it happen."

I.

"It's not that I enjoy beating the living daylights out of someone. And it's not that I'm a violent person that finds pleasure in bringing pain…"

Lydia sat back in the chair and thought for a moment, "It's just that people keep pissing me off."

She heard her father's sharp intake of breath and she knew he wanted to scream at her.

The principal was much calmer though when she spoke, albeit it livid that Lydia had been caught fighting…again. "Well, as well put as that reasoning is, Lydia, I'm afraid that after three fights that you have been involved in, I have no choice but to suspend you."

"What about the ferret-faced butt monkey in the infirmary?"

"Lydia!" so that was the limit for little Daddio?

"His consequences are none of your concern."

"They are too, he tried to rearrange my face!"

"That's enough Lydia." The principal sighed, seeming to have given up on whatever speech she had concocted when Lydia had been sent to her office again. "You'll be expected back at school in January."

Lydia tuned out as the principal spoke to her father, staring out at the grounds of the school. She wanted so badly to be out there, in the fresh air. Being inside anywhere always made her feel stifled.

As father and daughter left the office, other students were milling around, on their way to the cafeteria for lunch, but Lydia was on her way elsewhere. Hell.

They snickered as she passed, the reject finally getting what she deserved, but she just hunched her shoulders and ignored them.

"I'll wait in the car." Her dad's neck had a red flush, a sure sign of how spitting mad he was. Lydia sighed as he left, making her way to her locker. If he wasn't so quick to treat her like she didn't matter, maybe she wouldn't be so quick to use her fists instead of her words. She couldn't wait for the Christmas break when the family was going to England to visit Gammie Wendy.

She was the only one out of the three kids that had actually grown up with Wendy, and Wendy was the only person in Lydia's life that seemed to care about her.

Lydia felt eyes on her as she grabbed her backpack and coat, and she turned to see her best friend Elijah strolling towards her. His usual look of annoyance at her made her smile. The boy didn't approve of her fiery temper but he accepted it and let it become a running joke between them.

"So what is it this time?" he leant against the locker next to hers and smiled.

Lydia grabbed her bag of chocolate chip cookies that never depleted thanks to her mom and stuffed it in her bag.

"I got suspended for three weeks after Christmas break."

"Oh, Lydie."

"I know, I know." She slipped her coat on and picked up her bag. "I had it coming."

"So did the douche whose nose you broke."

"So I did break it then? I was wondering."

The two friends walked down the hall, talking about what each one was going to do over Christmas. Elijah was going to his grandparents in Napa, as he did every year, and Lydia resisted the urge to ask him to take her with him. She wanted to go to England, just not with her family. Or one family member.

The car ride home was excruciating. Her dad didn't seem to care to talk to her and Lydia didn't really want to speak either, knowing exactly what would come. But eventually, after twenty minutes of silence, she just couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm in a world of trouble aren't I?"

"You've already been suspended, let's just leave it at that."

"So what, you're not even going to ask me what happened? I could have been hurt!"

"That is irrelevant since you weren't the one in the nurse's office were you? The fact that you can't seem to behave like an adult is of more importance."

"I'm only fourteen!"

By now they had pulled up to the house and her dad cut the engine.

"You're starting high school in six months, Lydia when are you going to stop acting like a child?"

"When you start acting like a dad!"

Lydia threw the door open and ran into the house, up the stairs and slamming her door shut before falling onto her bed and sobbing.

She loved her dad, but sometimes she just wished he would go on a business trip until she turned eighteen or something.


Reviews send me to my happy place!