A/N So. Here is the bonus chapter I promised like, four weeks ago.

It's from Emma's point of view, and Emma's a quoter so I don't own anything she mentions or quotes.

If you think you recognize something she says, leave a comment about it.

Or I can die a little when I don't get any reviews. :(

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!


"I had no idea you were such a horrible person." Mia spat. Mia. My role model, my teacher, my consultant, the only friend I have here. And she hates me.

I ran out of the room, and into the group of people mourning my parent's death.

I pushed through them and they moved aside graciously, their eyes pitying me.

I threw the door open and ran out into the hallway. I called to a man in the elevator to hold the door and screeched to a stop before I could hit the back wall of it.

I spun around to the man eyeing me suspiciously. "First floor." I breathed.

He pressed the number one button and I slid to the floor. Sitting there, with my head in my knees, I began to sob.

The man scooted as far away as he could and blew out a gust of air uncomfortably. The second the door opened, he ran out.

I thought about just sitting there, in a fettle position in an elevator, but I was sure someone would find me, and I really didn't want to talk to anyone so I forced myself out and caught the elevator doors.

I sped across the lobby stopped running when I got outside.

I just wanted to get lost. To never be found again. So I turned left and started walking.

No one paid attention to me. The sobbing little princess who's parents just died and her friend just called her evil, wandering around New York. But that was expected. I've seen weirder things here.

I sobbed louder when I realized that I was not lost, and that I knew exactly where I was.

My phone went off several times, playing, "We're All In This Together" from my pocket. Normally, I would of giggled, but honestly, I felt like I would never laugh again.

After a while, it started to get annoying so I pulled the phone out of my pocket.

A call from Mia.

I scoffed and pressed the end button.

I had seven missed calls and five unread texts from Camille and nine missed calls and fifteen texts from Mia. Someone has something to say.

I focused on trying not to cry. I tried to remember things that made me happy, which shouldn't have been hard seeing as lots of things made me happy.

But I had nothing.

Two broken sobs and a deep breath.

"I'm okay. I'm fine." I lied to myself, crossing the street.

I looked up and realized why I knew where I was.

I was at that coffee shop that Jared guy works at.

My phone went off again, and I pulled it out.

Mia texted me again.

I decided to read it.

I'm so so so so so so sorry Emma. I'm the worst person ever and I should be locked up for life.

I sighed and put my phone away.

I walked into the coffee shop and sat down. No one paid any attention to me.

I put my head on my arms and took deep breaths, trying to get lost in my thoughts.

I use to be able to do that all the time, to just sit down and not do anything, talk to anyone, just think. Not so much anymore.

Happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.

The final piece in the puzzle. The only way you'll really be able to fly.

"I'm flying Peter!"

A smile I thought I'd never see again lit my face.

"What is needed to fly?"

"Faith, trust, and pixie dust."

"Is that all?"

"No. You need to think happy thoughts."

"Happy thoughts? What is this?"

"Happy thoughts fill you up and lift you. Unhappy thoughts just bring you down."

"What of Pan? Will unhappy thoughts bring him down too?"

"He has no unhappy thoughts."

I pouted and sat up straight, sniffing.

Was that even right?

I don't think so.

I think that might have been from the movie….

That was a fabulous movie.

Peter Pan was a fabulous book - Barrie was genius.

Depressing ending, though. I wish he had done it differently.

I smiled at my success in distracting myself. Oh, but then by noticing I was doing a good job of not remembering reminded me that I was depressed.

Sigh.

A movement from the corner of my eye distracted me yet again and I turned to see the most repulsive thing I have ever seen.

That Jared guy was flirting his face off with some Asian chick.

Want to talk evil Mia? Your boyfriend is evil.

My phone ringing again gave me an idea.

I pulled it out, pressed ignore, and set up the video camera.

I flexed my thumb and pressed record, video taping the scandal.

They started to get all gross and Jared was leaning in for the kiss.

Closer.

Closer.

A flash of anger went through me and I grabbed a muffin sitting on the table, which belonged to the person freaking out next to me who must have been sitting at the table when I just walked over and sat down, and chucked it at Jared's head.

I laughed for the first time all day, and it felt so good.

Jared rubbed his head and was all, "Who through this muffin at m-" That's when he saw me, laughing at him. His eyes got all big. "Hey! Um, Emily!"

"Emma," I corrected, still laughing.

"Yeah, yeah." Sure, sure. I laughed harder. "Did you-did you throw that?" His voice was unnaturally high, I wanted to laugh some more. But I made my self stop so I could answer.

"Yes. Yes I did." I said. Yes. Yes we are. I tried not to giggle.

"Ha! Oh yeah, that's a good one! So. Emma. Are-are you taping me?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

Jared laughed really hard and the Asian chick was looking at him like he was crazy. "Um. How much did you tape?"

I smiled sweetly. "Everything."

"Oh really?" Jared said, coming towards me. "Can I see it?"

I scoffed. "No."

"Come on, Emma! Give me the phone!"

"No!" I stood up and backed away.

"Give me the f-"

"Emma!" I smiled as Camille cut in just the right time. Oh, the convenience of best friends. "Where have you been? Don't run off like that!"

Gosh, she sounded like my…mom.

Oh. Right.

I tried my best not to burst out into tears on the spot.

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled. "Let me just send this video to my friend."

"NO, EMMA PLEASE!" Jared yelled, running towards us.

"Creeper!" Camille accused and pulled me out of the shop as I pressed send.

"Are you okay?" She said hugging me.

"No." I said back. "But I'll live."

"So was that that 'nice' Princess you were telling me about?" She tried to make conversation, walking back to the hotel.

"Alas. 'Tis true."

"Aww. Looks like you're stuck with me as your only friend."

"Ha. No way. I have other friends, Camille. And I'm not mad at her. She must have her reasons for her complete insaneness."

"Well, I'm mad at her. I think I just might have to hire Corbin Bleu to kill her."

I giggled. "Corbin Bleu's a hit man?"

"Oh yeah. Didn't you ever wonder what he does with that hair of his? He smothers his victims then escapes out of windows."

"Screaming maniacally?"

"But of course."

I knew there was a reason I keep her around.