Did you miss me?

This is a short one, I'm sorry for that. Also sorry for any spelling/punctuation mistakes I may have made and failed to correct.

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But a BIG thank you to: Gwilwillith, Domino2, Kam74, shadowboxing, bored411, loveinfinity, 13Nyx13, SirOlives, Slyork1991, tempestgirl118 and Guest for reviewing the last chapter. Seriously, they encourage me to continue.

QUICK QUESTION: Since we found out in series three that (SPOILER ALERT) some of our favourite characters have a darker side, how would you guys feel about Emily having one too?

It was the third time this week, and Emily was trying her hardest to just ignore the problem, like her brother had told her to. But she reasoned in her mind that her brother had never been bullied, had never had to suffer at the hands of another human being.

At first, it had worked. Ignoring him. But then, it had just made him all the more desperate to bother her.

Today, during her lunch break, she had had enough. Had reached her breaking point.

He had been taunting her about her Mother. About how she never turned up at the end of the day to pick Emily up, and how she never dropped her off first thing in the mornings, like everyone else's Mum. She wasn't particularly bothered about him saying things about her Mother. Emily had long ago learnt not to care for that woman, just as that woman had never seemed to care for her.

It was when he had turned to his friends, a smug smirk on his face, that even at the age of ten made Emily want to punch it right off his stupid face, and declared to them that Emily would end up being exactly like the woman who had bought her into this world; uncaring and worth no one's time.

That had made her snap.

Earlier that week, their teachers had taught them that having goals and wishes in life were important and had asked them to write down a wish or a goal they wanted to achieve in their lifetime, or at least, in their years at Primary School. Emily knew exactly what she was going to write. Instead of sticking it to a paper wish tree that was going to be on display in the hallway for everyone to see, Emily had neatly folded hers away and tucked it into the pocket of her trousers.

I will never end up being like my Mother.

She had written it and made sure no one had seen it. She was sure that no one would understand why she had put that.

She was not sure what had made her do it. One moment she was standing in the corner of the playground, hoping she wouldn't get noticed. The next she was standing over the form of the boy who made her school life a living hell. She had pushed him, and apparently quite forcefully too. His hands were scrapped and bloodied from the pavement, his face a look of pure shock.

To her horror, a teacher had seen. Why was it the one time she had stood up for herself, an authority figure had to have seen it, when the countless times Timothy Pecker had mercilessly teased her no one seemed to notice?

The boy on the floor had pretended to be even more wounded than he really was and for a moment Emily believed she really had done some damage. That was until, as he had been escorted away while another teacher started an angry tirade about bullying to her, he looked back over his shoulder. That smug smirk firmly back in place. Her shoulders had sagged, her eyes never left her shoes on the concrete. She had known that she would pay for that, and it had come sooner than she realised.

She was walking home from school alone today. It always happened when she was alone. There were just days when neither Seb or Jim could meet her, and she dreaded those days the most.

Today, they had chosen to throw the small pebbles that usually decorated the playground at the back of her head. Each one hitting it's mark. She was unsure why she was being picked on, she had never, to her knowledge, done anything wrong to the other children, yet they still picked on her, day in and day out.

A few weeks ago, Seb had offered the pathetic excuse that Timothy was picking on her because he fancied her. She had thrown her brother a dark look and hadn't spoken to him for the rest of the day.

She had noticed that the children following her were also being followed. But only by their Mother's who were paying no attention to anything but each other as they gossiped and adjusted toddlers on their hips.

But she was almost home. If she could just make it home she would be safe. She could be happy again. Until she had to get up in the morning and go through another day, probably one that would end exactly the same as this, feeling alone and unwanted.

At last, her house appeared around the corner, and she sped up slightly, hoping the group behind her wouldn't notice. The laughter that followed her however, informed her that they had.

"See you in the morning Emily!" Timothy shouted out to her as she reached the path that lead to her front door. His laughter died instantly however as the door swung open, revealing Jim, a rather nasty look covering his features.

Emily didn't bother to look behind her to see the gangs reaction. Only ducked under Jim's arm, dumping her bag on the floor.

"Hey kid, how was-" But her brother's greeting was ignored as she pushed past him and ran up the stairs to her room, not even bothering to take her shoes off. She had forgotten them in her haste to be not let her favourite people in the world see her tears.

Her bedroom window was wide open, allowing the spring air into her room, and with it the chirps of the birds and the laughter of the other children. But something was different today. Today their was no laughter. She wiped her face quickly and walked over to her window. From there, she could see the houses down the street, the Mother's hurriedly escorting their children away from her house and Jim, still standing in the doorway of her home, still wearing that dark look as he followed Timothy Pecker with his gaze.

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