How to make a Yellow Ranger hate you 4
Mentor found her in the woods about two hours later. She was crying again, the tears falling onto her knees. He knelt to her and took her hand. The youngest ranger looked at him, her hazel eyes full of sadness.
"I can't forgive him," she mumbled, "I won't."
"I can tell whatever painful memories of him you have are bothering you," he sat by her, "but you must let go of them. Let it flow."
Drawing a shaky breath, she nodded. Emily stood, putting her hands by her sides, feet in a sort of diagonal angle. Going to one knee, hands on it, she breathed. Suddenly, they came flooding back to her in order.
Emily was seven years old, playing in the sandbox. Suddenly, a nine-year-boy came walking up to her. Looking up, she smiled slyly to him.
"Hey, my name's Joey," he greeted her slyly.
"Hi, I'm Emily," the girl smiled.
"Can I help you out?" he asked.
"Sure," she was happy to receive help from an older boy.
He got on his knees on the other side, and started to mess it up by making it all sloppy and uneven. She stared at him, wondering if this was how older boys made sandcastles. Suddenly, he stood up and stomped all over it. Now it was just a pile of lumpy sand.
"Is that how big kids make sandcastles?" she asked.
"No, dummy!" he laughed coldly, "your sandcastle was stupid!"
"But..why did you help me?" she asked, tears coming into her eyes.
"So people wouldn't see that crud," he laughed evilly again, leaving her to cry alone in the sand.
The real Emily's teeth clenched before the next one came.
Now she was nine years old. Her class was joined with the fifth graders, and it was time to give their reports on the person they admired most. Emily eagerly waited for her turn, her paper on Serena before her. She was so proud of her work, and ready to impress everybody.
"Emily Harrison?" Mr. Jones, the teacher, called on her.
She stood up, butterflies in her stomach. The girl stood in front of the class and started to read. "Many people have one person they admire. Many admire their mother or father or grandma/grandpa. The person I admire most is Serena, my older sister.
One of the reasons I admire Serena is because she's always looking out for me. Whenever I don't know what to do, she helps me make the right choice. Like, one time a man came up to me when I was about five. A man came up to me and offered me some candy. Serena, unlike many parents, did not come up and whisk me away. She took me to the side and said, "If you take this candy, you'd ruin your hunger for dinner. But if you don't, you'll make this guy sad but he'd go away. What do you think?" So I didn't. She told me she was proud of me then told me about the dangers of strangers. And in everything I do she's always telling me my opitions and letting me choose.
The second reason I admire Serena is because she'd always been there to comfort me. Whenever kids tease me at school, she'll come to me an play her flute. Whenever I hear it, I forget about being sad and stop crying. Then I tell her what happened and she tells me why they said that mean stuff.
The last reason I admire her is because she'd always been strong for me. Here recently she's been coughing a lot and getting sick. But she doesn't show us she's in so much pain. She'll play her flute and be a caring big sister to me. When I saw her crying one night last week, I comforted her and tried to play my flute. She smiled at me and told me she was going to be alright. Serena also told me that I was like the big sister now, but she was going to fight the illness.
Many children admire their parents. Many admire grandparents. We've all got our heros, but mine will always be my big sister, Serena."
"That was very good," Mr. Jones smiled at her, "you get a B plus."
Emily was so proud of herself.
"Yeah, but you did it wrong," eleven year old Joey came walking up to her.
"Joey, sit down," Mr. Jones gave him a warning look.
"Look, I'm helping," Joey took her paper and faced her, right there in front of forty kids.
"What…what did I do wrong?" she asked, a little afraid of him.
"You sounded too much like a robot," Joey read from her paper and read in a high, girly voice, "Like, when I was five this man, like, came up to me and offered me some candy." He did a little laugh, batty his eyelashes, and everybody started to snicker.
"And we were supposed to do it on the person we admire," he told her, "who admires their big sister?"
"Me," Emily replied.
"Well, it's stupid," the boy shoved her paper into her hands and started to skip around the room, batting his eyes, speaking in a bad, high immation of her voice, "Oh, look at me! I'm Emily, and I admire my big sister because my parents are too lazy to take care of me!"
"That's not true!" the girl cried, her face heating up and people laughed lightly.
"Joey.." Mr. Jones' warning to did nothing to his student.
"And finally," the elven year old stopped in front of her, "you wrote it like you copied it from somewhere. What are you, a teacher's little pet?"
"No," Emily felt the tears forming, "I am not! I just followed instructions."
"Sit down or I will call the office," Mr. Jones came to defend Emily.
"See?" Joey faced the class, "Mr. J is like, her only friend. Emily Harrison's a teacher's pet and a girl with lousy parents on a shabby farm."
The nine year old child started to cry.
"And a crybaby!" the boy laughed evilly, pointing to her, "Crybaby Emily!"
"Crybaby Emily! Crybaby Emily! Crybaby Emily!" everybody chanted, laughing hard and pointing at her.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Mr. J boomed, and everybody shut up, "Joseph, to the office. NOW!"
But even with Joey gone and the class not chanting it, she could hear the soft laughter and whispers and see them pointing fingers under their desks. The damage had been done.
The present day Emily wiped a tear before letting the last one flow.
She was thirteen year old. People still teased her, but she'd gotten better due to her sister, who was now ill. It was PJ day and school, and she was wearing a white t-shirt and purple fuzzy pants with pink slippers. The girl gushed a little over the guys without shirts. Now she was standing at her locker, putting up her books.
"Well, if it ain't crybaby Emily," a familiar voice said.
She moaned silently as she turned to face fifteen year old Joey Finstin. He was wearing boxers with no shirt, showing off his abs. She was the only one not gushing over it.
"What do you want?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
"Can't a guy just say hi to girl in her PJs?" he flexed his muscles, "so…you like the view?"
"I'll be late to class," she started to walk away.
"Still a teacher's pet?" he snickered.
"No," she wasn't looking back, still walking.
The teenager cut her off.
"Hey," he put a hand on her shoulder, "what do you say we ditch this place and grab a burger?"
"No, thanks," she stopped at the water fountain to get some water.
"Come on," he leaned against it to her, "it'll be fun."
She glared at him. "No."
"Then I guess I'll have to do this." He turned on the water, using his finger to make it hit her pants.
"Joseph!" she screamed, causing a crowd to form. They started to laugh, since it looked like she'd wet herself.
"Shut up!" she yelled to them before a laughing Joey told them, "And now Crybaby Emily wets herself!"
Fuming, the girl punched him right in the face. Then she ran out of the school doors and didn't come back their again.
The teenager in the now time fell backwards, the memories over. Mentor Ji came to her side as she stared up at the tree tops, her hazel eyes wide.
"Emily?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "are you okay?"
She felt the pain trickle away, now that the memories were at ease.
"Okay?" she sat up, smiling, "I feel great!"
"Good to know," he smiled back, "ready to talk to Joseph?"
"I don't really think…" she began, but he nodded, understanding.
"You may not forgive him," he spoke to her wisely, helping her to her feet, "but it is a start."
Author Note: Well, now you know why Em hates him so much! Oh, and a special thanks to lulugirl55, for giving me that second memory! Check out her stories Forgotten and Can it be More than Friendship? . Really, check them all out! She's super talented! :D And you guys know the drill: Reviews=Chapter 5! :D