A/N: Such a busy day, but I wanted to give you guys a short chapter. Thank you for all the reviews. This is a happy chapter. (: After the last chapter I figured that we all needed some a positive one. Sorry though, the next chapter wont be so uplifting.

The last thing that Emma wanted after her moment of weakness was to see her mother. It's not that her mother wasn't supportive, but she didn't want her mother to see her the way that she was. That was why when she heard a knock on her door, she quickly made sure that her wounds were covered and pretended that she was asleep, not keeping in mine that it wasn't even 7:00 yet.

"Emma." Her mother said, opening the door after her third knock.

Emma was horrible at pretending. She was never made to be an actress. She opened her eyes. "Hi mom."

Her mother sat at the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah… uh… why do you ask?"

"I'm your mother, Em, I can tell when something's bothering you. We can this back and forth game all night, or you can tell me what's going on."

"Terri and Will and I are just in a little fight." She said, trying to play it down as much as she could."

"What did that bitch, Terri do?"

Emma giggled a little. It wasn't often that her mother would swear, and it was always a little entertaining when she did.

"You know, the usual Terri. Me and her were in an argument, and then she told Will all of these thing that weren't true and made me out to be a horrible friend, but I never… I never have tried to hurt either of them."

"You're a good person." Her mother reassured her. "Whatever Terri says, remember, she's only saying it because she knows that no matter how hard she tries, she'll never outgrow that ugly spirit that she has. She knows that no matter what she does, you will always be the more beautiful person."

"Thanks, mom." Emma said, a small yet sincere smile forming on her face.

"No matter what happens, you'll always have me."

Emma knew this, it had always been in the back of her mind. Her mother kissed her forehead. "If you're hungry, come get some pizza. I ordered your favorite."

"Thank mom." She said.

When she looked at her mother, she saw a reflection of herself in her eyes, and it was beautiful. For the second, when she was looking at her mother, she was perfect. This perfection, of course, didn't last, the moment that she saw the hatred in Terri's eyes, she forgot about everything else.

As much as Emma wished it wasn't true. Her enemies spoke louder then the ones who loved her