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"Alright, alright! I surrender!" Michael shouted, laughing putting his hands in the air, and Emily sat back, laughing, too, and gasping for breath.

"Yikes, you'd better watch out, or the ________ Emily'll scratch your eyes out!" Michael got out, and jumped out of the way just before she lunged again. "Okay, okay!" he laughed, and Emily settled back once again.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Michael asked, "so, which guy did you get into a fight with yesterday, anyway?"

"Oh, no boy - just Ruth Clayton, that's all..." Emily replied.

"Ruth Clayton? The mayor's daughter? What'd she say?" Michael asked, surprised.

"Oh, nothing much...just the usual I suppose..." Emily said, fingering a piece of straw.

Michael shook his head. "She is a spoiled brat, she is. Sam Clayton shouldn't spoil her so much. She gets every darn thing she wants!"

Emily nodded, giving a little smile at her brother's indignance. "Well, anyway, the real problem is what I'm gonna do when Aunt Edith gets here...Margaret and I are still trying to figure something out."

"Ooh, yeah that's right...Suppose Edith wouldn't like seeing you with yer face all messed up, would she..." Michael nodded, shooting a look at Emily to see if she'd lunge. But she hadn't heard him, she was staring out the stable door with a guilty look on her face. There, marching toward them looking none too happy, was Margaret with an apron over her dress and a look of grim calmness on her face.

"Uh oh, you'd better scat, or Maggie'll tear yer ears off..." Michael warned, but it was too late. Margaret was already there.

"Em, Michael, there has been a slight change of plan," Emily looked around at Michael, a surprised look on her face. She wasn't yelling at them?

"Aunt Edith is coming early. She was originally scheduled to be here at three, but it turns out she's going to arrive in one hour. Says she gets to spend more time with us. Poor Mother's working triple, and Em - we have to get you ready for her arrival."

Emily jumped to her feet. One hour? Was that going to be enough? "Well then we gotta hurry!" Emily said, worried.

Margaret closed her eyes. "We need to hurry, Em, please..."

"Right, of course, let's go!" Emily said, and hurried to follow her sister across the yard and back to the house.

So, Emily looked around, then headed for the only place she expected her brother to be, "working".

"Hey, Michael..." Emily said as she slipped into the stable. Michael raised his head so she could see it from behind the huge horse.

"Oh, hey Em - just, you know...Hey what happened to your eye?" He suppressed a smile and waited patiently for her answer. But he supposed he knew.

"Um, fight...at school..." Emily muttered, putting a hand to her eye and wincing.

Michael laughed so hard, he wiped tears from his eyes.

"Aww, I'm proud of you, sis - learning to be a big boy like me! What're you gonna be when you're older? A wrestler? Naw, maybe a little wrestler - who'd you get in a fight with? I'll bet he gave you that whopper - and you? Well he must have gotten pretty scratched up with those deadly nails of yours!" With that he fell over in hoots of laughter.

Emily crossed her arms.

"Or, or better yet," Michael resurfaced, holding his sides. "When you get older, you're gonna be a wre-" But he never finished, because with that Emily lunged at him, and the two fell to rolling and tumbling all over the stable floor, spreading hay everywhere, with the horse Michael had been brushing staring disdainfully down at the two of them.

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Eммelιɴe wrote: "XD

I can't wait to see what they come up with!"

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"Emily get up! We're already behind schedule so GET UP!"

Emily groaned and turned over, then sat straight up. Aunt Edith was coming today. And her eye... Emily whipped the covers off and ran for the mirror. She sighed. Yup. Still as swollen and red as ever. Wait, hadn't that been just the tiniest bit bigger yesterday? Emily didn't really think so, but it gave her the motivation she needed to get dressed in her best working dress, tie her hair up, and whiz down two flights of stairs to the main floor.

"It's about time young lady! Now, help your sister and Mary with the dishes - no time to ask, everyone else is on vacation - oh WHY today, of all days? Dear lord is that the time? Emily, hop to it!" Mrs. Abbott was looking very flustered and her hair was even starting to come loose, with her flying all over the house, giving orders, making changes, making the whole house ready for Aunt Edith.

Aunt Edith was a sort of a big deal. She was the wife of a famous duke, which sort of made Emily and her family royal - or something, but Aunt Edith didn't seem to think so. She expected everything to be perfect whenever she came to visit, and if it wasn't...well Emily didn't like to think about if it wasn't.

"Em!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" Emily called, and found Margaret and the cook, Mary, struggling with dishes in the kitchen. She started to pick up a plate to scrub, but Mary gave a yelp and tugged it away from her.

"Oh, no, miss you aren't touching my dishes, no - go, go look for something else to do - I'm sure master Michael has something for your rough hands to work with - get!"

Emily gave Mary a playful glare, but she knew the cook knew what she was doing. When Emily was smaller, Mary would let her help out in the kitchen, but she was never very good. She must have cost the cook hours of extra worry, just making sure the little girl wouldn't kill herself some way or another. She must have broken a hundred dishes trying to wash them, and it didn't take long for Mary to realize Emily's hands were too rough and clumsy for washing dishes. She was hardly let in the kitchen anymore, unless she was just sitting on a stool in the corner with mittens on her hands.

Emily stepped out of the kitchen, and looked around. Her mother was still flitting all around, but was much too busy to notice her smallest child having nothing to do.

So, Emily looked around, then headed for the

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Emily's POV - Continued Again

"Ow!"

"I'm sorry, but if you'd just stop squirming..."

Emily squinted up at her sister, Margaret, through a puffy left eye. She was home, school was over, and Margaret was just giving some last touches, as in the ten minutes at home before after-lunch classes, she hadn't gotten much done.

"There, now just don't touch your eye until morning, and we'll see how it looks then." Margaret said with satisfaction, and began putting away her tools and bandages.

Emily reached up to finger her gooey eye, and made a face at all the oils and lotions her sister had applied. Margaret glanced over, then hit her hand aside, giving her a stern look. "What did I just say?"

Emily made a face at her back, then stood and stretched. More faces. "Ow..."

"Well, it's gonna hurt for a while - best not go out in public too much for a few days, but...oh no!" Margaret's eyes widened and she stopped what she was doing.

"What? You ashamed of me already?" Emily joked, then winced.

"No, no...oh why did you have to get into a fight today, of all days?" Margaret groaned, putting a hand to her forehead.

"What? What is it, come on!" Emily prodded, curious.

"Aunt Edith! She's coming tomorrow night, Mother invited her over for dinner, seeing as she's passing through the area and..."

Emily groaned and fell back into the chair. Their Aunt Edith wasn't their aunt, she was their great-aunt - their mother's aunt. And she was very, very stern and proper, and hated Emily. And now...with this black eye...well it just made everything ten times worse. "I suppose she'll be expecting to see me, then?" Emily said feebly.

Margaret nodded helplessly. "You know she always does. She demands to see everyone, even though she hates us all...I don't know why Mother still invites her over at all, she knows how she feels about you..."

Emily nodded. "Well...is there anything else you can put on this? Hey, at least it's Saturday tomorrow...gives us more time to...think of something."

Yes!!!

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Eммelιɴe wrote: "I'm so excited!!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥"

Oh thanks!!!!

Emily's POV - Continued

Emily finished her apple in five bites, and was already unwrapping her sandwich as three more girls flounced past, skirts bouncing and neatly, perfectly ruffled, not a hair out of place on their perfect scalp. It was Ruth and her minions.

Ruth, Catherine, and Caroline, were basically the school's teacher's pets. Especially Ruth, she always brought an extra apple to give to the SchoolMaster at least once a week. They may have been at the top of the SchoolMaster's nice list, but were at the bottom of every single students' in the entire SchoolHouse. Ruth pretended to be nice, she would smile sweetly, coo at the little kids, and ____________________. But behind those smiles, her inscisers were dripping with venom, the little kids would go home crying, and ___________________________. Nobody much liked Ruth and her gang, but nobody wanted to be the next one on her enemies list. So, she just walked around like she owned everything (which she kind of did, actually, her father was the mayor) and wore only the best of the best, from her "daddy dear". Emily hated her with all her heart, and just wished someday she could shove those stupid skirts into her stupid mouth.

"Em!"

Emily gave a start of surprise. She looked around to see Ruth staring, narrow eyed down, straight at her. Emily realized all too late she'd been glaring very intensely at Ruth for the past five minutes.

"Helloooooo Em..." Ruth cooed sweetly, twining a lock of her blonde hair between her thin fingers. "My, my, your hair...what happened to it, dear? Did you let a rat style it today?" She shot a venomous look at Rose, and Rose jumped.

Emily clenched her teeth, her hands curling into fists beneath the table. The sun beat down unrelentlessly on the five girls, surrounded by dozens of kids, but all Emily could see was Ruth, smiling sweetly down at her, with eyes that betrayed what she really thought of Emily Abbott.

Once, a long time ago, Ruth and Emily were the best of friends. They did everything together, ate everything together, and lived everything together. They were closer than two peas in a pod. Then, something happened, and the two girls were torn apart, and grew to hate one another with hatred so deep their children were liable to get it. Now, Emily hardly remembered being friends with Ruth, and wanted to keep it that way. She never wanted to remember ever liking that she-demon with blonde, perfect hair.

"Em...don't listen to her, Em just ignore her, maybe she'll go away..." Rose was trying to still her, but Emily was not to be stilled.

"Or wait, don't tell me she did your hair?"

That was it.

In a flash, Emily found herself rolling and thrashing on the ground with Ruth, trying to get at her hair, her dress - anything - in the attempt to hurt that she-demon.

"That is ENOUGH!"

Emily froze, and felt Ruth do the same. They both knew that voice good and well. It was the SchoolMaster. An angry SchoolMaster.

"Up, both of you."

Emily scrambled to her feet, and winced as she felt her eye. It was swelling up, along with the bruises on her arms. When she looked down she saw her dress was torn and ragged, and her hair was half down. On her left, Ruth looked hardly better. Her lip was swelling to double its size, and her nose looked queasily askew. Her dress was in the same condition as Emily's, and her hair even worse.

"What is the meaning of this?" The SchoolMaster growled, fingering his lasher.

Emily flinched, but tried to stand straight. But before she could say a word, Ruth burst out crying.

"I-I didn't want t-to fight, sir, p-please I wa-was j-ust c-complimenting her HAIR...please sir, protect me - she's a MONSTER she is! I could've DIED...ohhhhhh" With that, Ruth gave a highly fake but apparently believable swoon, right into the SchoolMaster's arms, and gave a smug wink at Emily, not seen by anyone but her.

"That's so not true!" Emily said indignantly, steam practically coming out of her ears. "Sir, I-"

"That's ENOUGH, I said!" The SchoolMaster roared again, and awkwardly gave Ruth over to another student, who was standing nearby. Everyone was watching now. "Both of you are to stay after school and clean the whiteboards - everyday for two weeks! Now go home, get cleaned up, and come back. And that's an order!"

Emily slumped back into her seat as he turned away. She didn't look over at Rose, she couldn't have beared her expression. She'd done it again, and now she had to pay the price.

Oh yeah. That would probably make more sense

Thanks!! :)

:) Thanks! And no, not really planning on working on it any more than what this is - I just have so many that I think I want to focus on one that is more developed, if you know what I mean...

I say December, maybe...Emmy for short? Or Holiday, Lia for short...

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BRAINSTORMING HERE

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I like Primrose...

Oh well....what is it?