Sarah Demaret from Libertyville Pennsylvania was a beauty. Everybody knew and loved her; she was everything a small town needed. She was a valedictorian, a Beauty Queen, rich, and just about everything else. She even had the perfect family life. Her husband was a doctor, renowned in his art, and her daughter was 'a little angel.' There were no hidden problems, nothing.

Until her daughter, perfect little Emma, reached the age of 15. Now every mother dreads the teen years of their children, when they decide they know everything and don't need anybody or anything. But Emma, it seemed, had bypassed these symptoms, and remained an angel when she was thirteen, and even fourteen. Sarah couldn't have been happier. She bragged to all the parents about her wonderful life, it seemed liked something in a movie. But of course, movies always have plot twists. When the family moved to a larger part of town, Jonathan Demaret met Mindy, and everything went downhill. Jonathan left his wonderful life for the much younger Mindy, and Emma's life was turmoil for the long 6 months of their divorce. Emma became a rebel in the last days of her fourteenth year, and got a tattoo. The other residents were outwardly sympathetic, even secretly pleased, but nonetheless made sure the Rossinie's, formerly the Demaret's, fridge was stocked with plenty of casserole. But casserole was not enough to stop her family from falling apart.

Emma pierced every orifice of her body, trying to make Sarah break, but it was impossible. Sarah Rossinie was far too stubborn. In fact, Sarah was only 32, and had given birth to Emma at the ripe age of 16. So really, Emma had no way to rebel. No way, until Officer Mercer was killed, and a beautiful '58 Plymouth turned up in an abandoned yard, a 'For Sale' sign stuck in its window.