I lazily reclined on the window seat, watching people scurry on the ground below me.

"Emma! Dinner!" My mother called.

"Not hungry!" I called back, pulling out my phone and flipping through it.

Facebook updates from my friends seemed old and boring. Overused.

I sighed, my curly red hair blocking out the sunlight from the window.

I should probably do my homework. Heck no, I can do it tomorrow. Screw teachers.

A knock sounded on my door. My mom peeked her head in. "Emma? Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Definite." The smell of noodle-soup hit my nose, making my stomach lurch.

"You haven't been eating much lately." She placed the tray on my desk next to my math homework, sitting on my bed.

"Not hungry." I said shortly, resting my head on the cool glass and staring out the window.

"Are you mad because your father and I split?" My mother asked gently.

"No." I muttered.

I wasn't mad.

I was furious.

They were supposed to be madly in love! And stay together! So they can take care of me and love me! Grr, do they not care?!

"Emma, you can't have everything." my mother reached out and gently touched my arm.

I slapped her away, glaring. "And why not?"

She looked sad. "For one thing, you'll never be happy."

"I will be happy! I will make myself be happy!" I jumped off the seat, pointing to the door.

"Out." I spat.

My mother looked sad as she stood up. "I love you, Emma."

"Whatever." I folded my arms, glaring at the floor.

She walked out, closing the door quietly behind her.

"ARGH!" I yanked open the window and threw the hot soup out the window.

A shriek sounded below, but I didn't care, slamming the window closed and then throwing a pillow at the door. I curled up on my bed with fluffy pillows, glaring at the stuffed owl that looked back at me.

"What are you looking at, Archie?" I spat.

The stuffed animal didn't say anything. Not like it would. I glared at it, then rolled over and somehow fell asleep.

~Time Skippity, next morning~

I walked to school, still ticked. "Dangit, I really hate my life."

I glanced at a group of giggling girls. They were so happy, it was sickening.

"Get a life." I muttered, unsure whether to aim that at me or them.

During 2nd period, the principle's voice sounded over the intercom. "Emma Collins, please come to the principle's office."

I stood up, grabbed my stuff and walked to the principle's office, whispers circling like mad.

"What?" I asked, opening the door.

"Your mother is in the hospital." The Principle said.

My bag slid out of my fingers as I gaped at him.

"There was a really bad wreck. She's in a coma."

I turned and ran, my feet thumping as I practically flew down the halls, pushing people aside that wandered the school as classes ended.

No. No no no! Mom, you can't die! I need you!

I ran all the way to the hospital, bursting into the Emergency Room.

"What are you doing, young lady? It's-"
"My mom." I spat, dodging the man's arm. "Mirajane Collins. She was in a bad wreck."

"Are you her daughter?" A nurse asked.

"Yeah. Take me to her."

The nurse raised an eyebrow, then walked me to my mother's room.

"Mom." I said coldly.

Mom looked like she was sleeping, perfectly still. The heart monitor beeped, showing she was alive. She looked pretty beat-up, cuts all over her visible body and one arm and one leg in casts.

"Baka." (Idiot) I muttered, striding forward and tapping her head.

"YOU IDIOT!" I yelled. "Why did you do that? You aren't supposed to get in a car accident! You're supposed to take care of me! I need you to survive! Being in a coma isn't helping anyone!"

I was afraid I was going to start crying soon. My nose started running and my eyes blurred.

"Idiot." I sunk to the floor and rested my head on the side of the bed.

I gritted my teeth and stomped down on the tears.

Sometime later, a nurse walked in. "Sweetie, visiting time is over. I'm sorry, but you need to leave."

"No way." I growled.

The nurse sighed, then walked out. Two minutes later, a security guard walked in. "Miss-"

"No! I'm not leaving! I don't want to!" The guard dragged me out, kicking and screaming.

I was dropped at my house, a police guy promising to call my dad.

I crawled on the couch, somehow dropping into a miserable nap.

A telephone call jarred me out of my restless nap.

I picked up the phone.

"Miss Emma? I'm sorry to say, but your mother passed away."

The phone slipped out of my hand, hitting the floor with a clunk. I slid to the floor, staring at the linoleum in shock.

Voices and noise came from the phone, but I was too distracted to comprehend what they were saying.

With trembling fingers, I hung up the phone, my hand hitting the floor after dropping it.

She's gone. Mom's gone. I thought blankly. She's not going to walk through that door.

Now what do I do?

I picked myself off the floor, feeling like a zombie. I stumbled to my room and packed my booking with clothes.

I walked out of the house, closing the door behind me. I could go to...where? Grr, I suck at geography.

"Are you lost?" A voice asked.

I stiffened, then slowly turned.

"You look like you're running to somewhere." The blond teen, probably not much older than me, pointed out.

I turned and kept walking.

"Hey, you could at least answer!" The guy grabbed my wrist.

I roughly shook him off. "Don't touch me, creep." I picked up the pace.

"Okay, I won't touch you. I'm Lloyd." He offered.

"Don't care." This guy won't go away!

"Can you tell me your name, please?" He watched me with green eyes.

"Yes."

Silence.

"Will you tell?"

"No." I turned down a random street.

"You don't know where your going." Lloyd said.

"Yes I do." I snapped.

"Then why are you going in circles?" Lloyd stifled a laugh.

I stopped, my hands balling into fists.

"If you don't have anywhere to go, you could come with me." He offered.

I snorted. "Why in the world would I do that?"

"I'm a ninja. Not to be all weird, but there's something about you that everyone could benefit from, including you. You have a lot of potential for a ninja."

I blinked, then started laughing, doubling over as my body shook. My bag hit the ground.

"You must be insane. You think I buy that crap? You are a weirdo." I shook my head, rubbing the tears away.

Lloyd looked hurt. "I can prove I'm a ninja."

"Yeah, sure. This could be fun." I snorted.

A golden twister appeared where Lloyd stood. If I looked hard enough, I could see him standing there.

"Proven? Ninja study spinjitsu, what you just saw." Lloyd stopped spinning.

I had taken several steps back. "I was right," I gulped. "You are a weird freak."

Lloyd looked hurt again. He sighed. "If you don't believe me, that's your fault."

"Emma. My name's Emma." I said.

He nodded, smiling. "Emma. My Uncle says a girl ninja by the name of Emma would be the Ninja of Poison."

"Poison?" I repeated.

"Yeah." He nodded.

I considered his proposal. I could be a ninja of...Poison...and save people. Superhero-y stuff. Or I could wander the world until someone took pity on me. Plus, if I went with him, free food and a house would be at my fingertips.

"Okay...I'll go with you." I said finally.

He looked excited. "That's so cool! Follow me, my family has a monastery close by."

"Monastery?" I echoed, picking up my bag and following him.

"Yup!"

Family? Oh crap, what have I done this time?

Chapter 4! The final introduction of the characters, and then the plot finally begins! The chapter's will be in order of Alena, Beth, Melissa and finally Emma.

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Until the pen falls,

-Katie