Welcome to Chapter 50. I know right; 50!

I have written 50 chapters!

50 chapters in one year.

Not bad considering I start my GCSEs in just under 50 days... I'm more than a little screwed.

Thank you for your amazing support over the course of the last year: Candy-Apple14, Camogirl14 and C.1.3.L.U.N.4.7.

And Cookie05, thank you for two years of support. Starting with A Fresh Start... Can you believe it has been two years since I created Immy? I actually can, because that story was more than a little rubbish.

Anyway thank you for sticking with this story through hiatuses, writer's block and early (retrospectively) bad chapters.

I hope you continue to enjoy my work and stay with this story till the very end (whenever that may be...)

"Why haven't they told us yet!?" Johnny exclaimed, Jemima looked up,

"well they have mentioned to Kitty about the potential fostering," she replied, before returning her attention to a book that appeared to be in French.

"The other stuff is important too," he pointed out,

"actually it is more important," she corrected.

"So why haven't they told us?"

"There are some actions – or lack of them – that are unexplainable by science, philosophy or common sense," she replied.

"We could confront them about it," Johnny mused,

"and consequently end up being punished, since they would presume that we had read information that was not meant for us," she explained.

It had been over two weeks since Jemima had revealed the information to Johnny, yet it still hadn't been mentioned.

"I can't believe they haven't even mentioned the school thing," he complained,

"well in their defence they don't know yet," she replied,

"so..."

"hacked the local authority," she admitted.

"Jem!"

"What?" She questioned, "if they didn't want people to have a poke around, then they should have made their systems a bit less simple."

"So..." Johnny started, changing the topic, knowing that there was little that could be gained from questioning the actions and the morals of Jemima Anderson. "It's your birthday tomorrow, right?"

"It's nothing special," she replied, "just another date on the calender," she paused, before laughing at Johnny's expression.

"Just do what you're going to do," she told him before walking away.

Xxx

"I think that could be a good plan," Ari started, "if you removed the word surprise from the sentence."

"Would Jemima really want a surprise birthday party?" Erin questioned, "I mean it's hardly her scene."

"Yeah, cos you actually know Jem?" Johnny snapped back,

"and you do?" Kitty pointed out, and Johnny hated to admit to how true Kitty's statement was.

"Will there be cookies?" Jody wondered,

"yes," Johnny told her,

"I'm in," she yelled,

"so am I," Tyler agreed,

"me too!" Jack shouted, and everyone turned to stare at him, "do ya really think I have time for that Welsh bitch?" he asked, before leaving the room and Bailey following him.

"So surprise birthday party," Robbie said, breaking the silence,

"birthday party," Arietta corrected, "Jemima knows everything about everyone, that's why her hair is so curly. It's full of secrets," she paused, waiting for everyone to get her Mean Girls reference, but found herself disappointed by the lack of response. Where's Sam when I need her to laugh at my bad jokes? She questioned inwardly, before turning her attention to the room. "Jemima will know what we are planning, hence why it won't be a surprise."

"Well, surprise or no surprise, I'm in," Faith commented,

"Jeff will help," Harry piped up,

"I'll help," Tee added.

"I guess..." Rick started, looking to Erin, who grudgingly nodded, "I guess we can help," he told them.

"Is that a yes from everyone?" Johnny asked, everyone nodded or made some vague noise of agreement. "Ok," he lowered his voice, "this is the plan of action."

Xxx

But this was the Dumping Ground; their breakfast plans were ruined by Jemima leaving earlier than usual for school, claiming she had a project to work on. A phone call from the council meant that Mike was late picking them up, so consequently Jemima had barricaded herself in her room before they had a chance to plan for her arrival.

But they persevered, and eventually everything started falling into place.

People were chaotically rushing around, attempting to plan a party but struggling due to the lack of order that Jemima usually controlled.

But they were managing, well kind of managing and Johnny couldn't help but be slightly pleased with how the afternoon was going, then he went to go and fetch something from the coal bunker and came back to discover that everything had fallen to shit.

Like usual.

"Jem," Johnny started reproachfully, "what are you doing?"

"I staged an intervention," she replied, matter of factly, "they were not working to an acceptable standard or efficiency."

"Jemima," Johnny snapped, "you can't organise your own surprise birthday party."

"Why not?" She questioned, tone demanding.

"Because it is meant to be a surprise," he explained, she paused for a moment, analysing the information.

"Surprises are pointless," she concluded,

"well I'm sorry that I bothered," he snapped, "I was just deluded enough to think that you might appreciate it."

"I do," she said, a little too quickly, "appreciate it," she paused, mask slipping slightly, sincerity filling her voice, "I really do Johnny."

She was a silent for a moment, when she finally started speaking again her voice was small, "if you want me to stop taking control..."

Johnny shook his head, anger fading, "you wouldn't be Jemima if you weren't taking control, after all," he paused to laugh, "you could plan a party better than me, even your own surprise party."

"Thanks," she mumbled, staring at her feet.

"What are you doing?" Johnny demanded, "I don't believe you are being very efficient... boss."

Jemima was silent for a moment, "your effort is minimal," she yelled into the kitchen, before stalking in there, "use some bloody elbow grease."

"No Tyler it is an expression, and sweat is not acceptable replacement," she yelled, leaving Johnny alone in the hallway, smiling.

Xxx

"So Jemima basically planned her own surprise birthday party," Sam commented,

"more or less," Ari replied, focusing her attention onto her eyeliner before smiling at the finished result. She then picked up her lipstick,

"wait," Sam said, leaning across to kiss Ari, "what?" she asked, when she pulled away, "I don't want to kiss you after you put the lipstick on, and end up smudging it."

"So considerate," the Chinese girl replied, the blonde girl waited as her girlfriend did her makeup. Before grabbing her hand, and pulling her downstairs.

"Took your time," Tyler commented, as Ari and Sam took their positions, behind the sofa and pool table, respectively.

Less than a minute later Johnny led Jemima inside, "SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled, and Jemima faked amazement, and pretended that she hadn't been responsible for bringing everything together.

"I can't believe this only your first birthday at the Dumping Ground," Johnny commented some time later, around the point where all the cake had been eaten, where Jack and Bailey had headed off to play football and Tyler had brought out Twister.

"It feels like you've been here for... well... forever," Johnny commented,

"is that a good thing?" Jemima asked, before readjusting the birthday crown that Mo had donated for the evening; claiming it was a priceless piece of treasure.

"I think it is," he told her,

"my evidence," she started, "concludes that it is."

"Ok," Johnny replied. He paused for a moment, "happy birthday," he said, before kissing her, he pulled away, then smirked, "...boss."

Ok, short but relatively sweet chapter to celebrate the first birthday of this fanfic, and Jemima's first dumping ground birthday.

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