How to make a Yellow Ranger hate you 3
"Whoa!" Mia had to dodge Emily running past her.
"Get back here!" Joey bolted after her, but Mia blocked him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," she raised an eyebrow at him, "what...?" Then she noticed the bruise on his right cheek.
She took his hand and sat him on her seat. She walked out, returning a few moments later with a pack of frozen peas. He told her what happened as she applied the bag.
"That wasn't very nice," she commented, "want me to talk to her?"
"Please," he laid back.
Mia found her friend at their little lake and bridge, staring across the water. When she cleared her throat, the blonde looked at her. Her hazels were wide and shiny, like she was a guilty child getting caught.
"That wasn't very nice what you did to Joey," the Pink Ranger sat beside her.
"I know," Emily sighed, "but I can't forgive him. What he did to me..." She glared at the ground, her breathing getting quick.
Mia put her arm around the girl and said, "At least hear him out. You know as well as any of us when it comes to bullies."
"I know," Emily turned away, rising, "you just wouldn't understand. I'm sorry, Mia. But I need to be alone now."
Nodding slowly, the Japanese girl left. Once alone, Emily wept before going to the forest. In there, she tried to unwind. But the memories from their childhood pounded at her head. She wiped away the quickening tears, sinking down against a tree, face buried her knees.
Please, go away...she tried to block out the painful memories.
She just couldn't stop one from coming to her.
Younger Emily was crying in her garden. Worried footsteps quickly got louder, and Serena was soon soothing her as she always did.
"Want to know a trick?" the older sister asked.
"Sure," the young girl sniffed.
"I'll play my flute," Serena smiled, "and you sing whatever song comes to your mind."
"Okay," Emily smiled weakly.
When her sister played, the young blonde started to sing.
You,
With your words like swords and weapons that you use against me.
You,
Have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I'm nothin'.
You,
With your words like nails on a chalkboard callin' me out when I'm wounded.
You,
Pickin' on the weaker man.
Well you can take me down, with just one single blow.
But you don't know what you don't know.
Some day I'll be livin' in a big ole' city
And all your ever goin' be is mean.
Some day I'll be big enough so you can't me and
All your ever goin' be is mean.
Why ya' gotta' be so mean?
You,
With your switching sides and your wildfire lies and humiation.
You,
Have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them.
Emily rolled her eyes at that.
I walk with my head down tryin' to block you out
Cause I'll never impress you.
I,
Just wanna' feel okay again.
The young girl frowned.
I'll bet ya' got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now,
Cause you can't led me down that road,
And you don't know,
What you don't know.
Young Emily smiled up at her sister before singing again.
Some day I'll be livin' in a big ole' city
And all your ever goin' be is mean.
Some day I'll be big enough so you can't me and
All your ever goin' be is mean.
Why ya' gotta' be so mean?
Serena's flute played before Emily sang again.
And I can see ya' years from now in a bar,
The older sibling tried not to laugh.
Talkin' over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody's listin'.
Emily made the talking sign with her hand, rolling her hazels.
Washed up and ranting about the same old bittar things.
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing.
She imatated drunk by falling backwards.
But all you are is mean.
The child counted the ways as she sang.
And a lier.
And pathetic.
And alone life and
Mean. And mean. And mean.
And mean!
But
Some day I'll be livin' in a big ole' city
And all your ever goin' be is mean.
Yea-ah...
Some day I'll be big enough so you can't me and
All your ever goin' be is mean.
Why ya' gotta' be so...?
Some day I'll be livin' in a big ole' city
And all your ever goin' be is mean.
Some day I'll be big enough so you can't me and
All your ever goin' be is mean.
Why ya' gotta' be so mean?
The song was over, and the two sisters hugged. Smiling, Emily whispered, "Thank you."
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The real Emily smiled, remembering her big sister soothing her. She knew she was thinking Joey while singing that, and she felt the same now. How could she just forgive him like that?
Sighing, the blonde curled into a ball and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Author Note: Poor chica! Oh, and the song is Mean by Taylor Swift. :D Remember: Reviews=Chapter 4! :)