Life As No One Knew It

Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! This story might become brilliant if you push me enough with your reviews. Anyways, I realized I just adore writing H2O fanfictions [I practically haven't written any other fandom except for H2O and my own manuscripts] But I wanted to hear your thoughts on writing a different fandom. Any suggestions? Remember to hit the button and say what you thought of this chapter.

Emma's POV:

I didn't like that girl. In fact I utterly loathed her. From the second I saw her, cold fear and hatred had poured the soles of my skin, and told me to prepare to be drived to insanity by the evil found in a dirty blonde haired girl with dancing light green eyes. One that was named Bella.

I led them into the Juice Bar, and I was forced to serve them. The Rikki one wanted the strange combination of Blueberries and Pineapples. Will and Bella wanted two Strawberry and Bananas with a touch of Mangos.

I really did wonder what was up with Cleo and Zane… Last I knew of; He bullied her. She detested him. That couldn't have been a spark, could it? Not that I exactly cared. My top priority was making my Slumber Party the best since all these years, training for swim competitions, and finding out just what this strange vibe with Bella was all about.

I shouldn't have specifically cared what Bella, Will, and Rikki were talking about. Honestly, I hadn't had a clue Rikki actually had any friends, nonetheless friends like Bella and Will. She always seemed a bit strange to me.

I had been a bit of a creep to stand in the unseen hallway listening to what Bella was saying to Will, and watch Rikki look around bored waiting for something terrible to happen. Bella kept laughing and whispering to Will, which not only clearly annoyed Rikki; it annoyed me.

God, did she have to act like such a priss?

Suddenly, I realized someone was referring to me in a somewhat amused, somewhat impatient command. He was sitting in a booth, waving me over, impatiently wondering where his drink was.

Right, Emma. Your on the job.

I nodded at the cute guy, embarrassed, then ran into the back to make the smoothie.

Once I came out, I was utterly steaming of red blushes screeching my embarrassment to the world, that I had just dumped a Raspberry Booster upon the cute guy's shirt and there he was laughing at me.

It was unbearable; letting him chuckle his way into a fit of laughter. I got the urge to slap him, and then remembered who I was. Emma Gilbert. Employee Of The Month. Nice, Sensible Girl.

"I am so sorry! I'll get you some paper towels. And…a new drink. Possibly a new shirt. Again, I am just…completely and utterly shocked at my clumsiness." He was still laughing. An actual drunken type of laughter. Didn't he hear my apology? Did this guy lack all manners? Then again, I was the one who poured a drink on him. If he wanted to laugh about it, I'd better let him.

Finally he stopped. It was after I had come back with many towels, and a new juice; He smiled at me. "The name's Ash. Who might you be?"

Blushing, yet again. Did he actually…like me? A fitful of fancying took place within my butterfly-filled stomach.

"Um…I'm Emma. Uh…." God, what the fuck was my problem? "Sorry about that." I looked down at his shirt with a grimace, trying to be a tad more smoother.

I heard Rikki's laughter from a distance. She saw this. Will saw this. Bella was seeing this.

"Its fine. I like clumsy girls." Aw, my insides tickled to my mind. Wait, he just called me clumsy. He needed to get it straight in his head; Emma Gilbert was not clumsy.

"I'm not usually clumsy. I'm just…"

"Getting nervous around me?"

He was right. There was no way getting around it. Once I saw his hottie face and clever eyes, I completely dropped everything I was doing [holding], and flew upon him.

"I actually am having a bad day." I didn't lie. After a few moments of watching him sip his drink and stare at his mates, I realized I shouldn't be standing there anymore. "Well, enjoy your drink."

"Wait! Emma, maybe we could…Go out so time?" Ash asked with a cocky knowing grin. As if I would just float to a mushy melted mess on the floor because he could possibly like me…a lot.

"Too busy." I muttered, then turned to make more smoothies.

"Well, what about Sunday night? You could come to my house and I could make you a whole dinner. Then we could watch a movie."

My heart longed for my vocal chords to pronounce a "Yes". But my mind was sinister to all boys that thought I was easy.

"I have swimming practice. Sorry." I walked away with an eye roll, hopefully leaving him stunned. And with that I moved on with my day.

. . .

When I got home, I realized that today was going to be a very terrible day. The moment I saw my Mum's begrudged face scorning and full of desire to rip my lungs out; I knew something was wrong.

She was standing near the kitchen, and Elliot was sitting on the couch; looking possibly scared.

"Emma!" Mum screeched at me the moment I walked a foot near her.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"You sit down here right now, and just pray that I find some insanity to not tell your father about this incident."

I stared at her incredulously. What was she talking about? "Um, excuse me. What are we talking about?"

"Oh, Emma, don't give me that crud." She scowled fiercely in her glare upon me. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

I looked at her with questioning in my eyes. This was the type of scene that happened in a TV Show, not in my life.

"Seriously, Mum-"

She ignored me. "Tell me how, Emma, you could possibly buy drugs and leave them in the kitchen? With all our morals and respect in this family, you choose to disgrace me like that! How could you possibly-"

"Mum! Mum! What the heck are you talking about?" Her face teased red.

"Emma, I'm speaking of that I just found Elliot eating some type of snorting cocaine shit thinking it was a snack! And I know it's yours."

Confusion baffled me. What? Elliot didn't know about cocaine? I did when I was twelve. Strange. Oh, yeah, Mother was just accusing me of being a drug junkie high enough to leave my cocaine in the kitchen.

"Mum! I would….never ever do drugs! I wouldn't even know where to get them. You have to believe me. I didn't put them there. It was someone else!" My eyes exploited at this thought. Someone else…That could only be Dad, if Elliot really was telling the truth [and actually I believed him]. But Dad? No…It wasn't possible.

"You expect me to believe anyone else in this house but you is capable of such terribleness." Tears stung my eyes. "You are the teenager in this family. Therefore-"

"What about trust, Mum? You know I would never do drugs!"

She just shook her head. And I knew the placid look upon her face too well. Doubt. She didn't want to believe that….that Dad could have cocaine.

"Emma! I cannot believe your trying to deny this!" I just blocked her out. Completely. Until I heard her scream "Your sleepover is canceled! I already called all of the invites to decline. I hope you're happy about your punishment!"

Then I lost it. I think I screamed and cried a lot. Had a minor breakdown. Then ran up to my bedroom.

My sleepover was usually the best night of the year. Mum couldn't just ruin that because she was in denial that my dad had a drug issue. My dad had a drug issue! This was terrible! Gah, I hated this. Why was today becoming so sinister?

I ran up to my room and started bawling. And I sat there for many moments. My life felt like pieces of crap building up a huge mountain of shit; that even then could easily fall. I didn't like today. Not at all.

. . .

When I was finally able to stop shrieking my sobs. I realized something seemed different about my room. And then I saw why. On my mirror was a taped picture. One of Mako Island.

. . .

I gulped. I walked over to the mirror and I swapped the picture down and placed it under my mattress. I chose to ignore the weird revelation I was being watched and possibly stalked.

But when I saw the message of IM's from a mysterious person in purple ink entitled "FishyMysteries", I almost stopped breathing.

She/He's sentence was loud and clear. And it contained something that forced me to listen.

YOUR SLUMBER PARTY NOW RESIDES AT MAKO ISLAND ON APRIL 17TH. INVITE THE NAMES ON BACK OF MAKO PHOTO. IF NOT, YOUR DRUGGED DAD DIES. IF YOU TELL YOUR FAMILY, HE DIES. IF YOU TELL THE POLICE, HE DIES. IF YOU TELL ANYONE, HE DIES. DO AS I SAY, AND YOUR DAD WILL BE WITH YOU SOON ENOUGH. Here's proof. xoxo.

Below was a video of him. My father. He was tied up and surrounded by brown wall. No trace of where he was. He had many red scratches scarring his face. His eyes sad and hopeless of despair. He stared right into the camera.

"Emma, please… Please tell them that I love you all. Just plea-"

The video turned black, and I heard his yelp of help.

. . .

I stood there for a moment, shuddering in the terribleness I had just witnessed. There was nothing I could do but listen to what the mysterious anonymous FishyMysteries one said. I wanted to tell my family, the police. Make everything okay. Get my dad back. But I realized I was possibly a newly-sold slave to whatever the possible-murderer fancied.

I ran over to my mattress and realized I would need to send out the invites right away. They were right. On the back of the picture of the dark glare of Mako Island with a Full Moon topping it; was a long list of names.

The one's I remember most:

-EMMA GILBERT [party-planner] will invite:

-CLEO SERTORI

-RIKKI CHADWICK

-BELLA HARTLEY

-ZANE BENNETT

-LEWIS MCCARTNEY

-WILL BENJAMIN

to her party at Mako Island on April 17th.

[AND REMEMBER I WILL BE THERE].

There were more names. But not ones I'd care to remember. I wondered if this meant that one of the names above was my Dad's adultnapper. Things felt too fucked up already. Why did they want this party so much? And was it possible they were right under my fingertips?

. . .

The invitations were sent; that Emma Gilbert [I] would be planning a rescheduled event of a party at Mako Island. Little did I know, that night was a Full Moon. And Full Moons are the nights full of magic where the crazies like to come out and play.

A/N: This chapter was slow getting into, but I feel this story is starting to really get epic [IMO, of course]. Anyways, I have to give credit to the amazing book series, Private, for the whole "You tell …, He dies". Anyways, I've realized since reading that; I've developed a knack for mysteries. Remember to review with your awaited suspense. Next chapter starts at the party, where I tell you, shit is going to go down.

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