The story of Emily and her friends and family - A Tracy Beaker Returns Fan Fic

Chapter 1

Emily's POV

I was fed up of Ash tracking me down. I knew I needed something to take my mind of moving care homes (Again). I decided I would make one last trip into town. I went straight to my favourite shop the music shop. I started to flick through the cd's. I turned around and bumped into a worker.

"Watch where you are going kid," he told me.

"I'm not a kid," I hissed back at him.

"Okay no need to lose your temper," he laughed.

"Don't laugh at me," I angrily spat at him.

"Look I am going to have to ask you to leave the shop," the man said sternly now.

"Well I'm not so there," I told him stubbornly.

"Now, or I will have to call the police," he said harshly.

"Fine," I shouted. I picked up a cd I liked and ran. I ran past everybody the man was hot on my trail. It was just my luck the police were passing and they joined the chase. I tried to jump a small wall but I tripped cutting my knees and the side of my face. The police reached me and arrested me. I let them lead me to their car my knees were in too much pain to try and run.

The stinging was unbearable. I watched as the police snatched the cd out of my grip. It was an Olly Murs cd. I loved lots of music; Olly Murs was just one of the many artists that stood out to me. I couldn’t get in the car because of my knees, and the police weren’t allowed to help me so they had to call an ambulance. I refused to give them by social workers number or care home’s number let alone my name.

Finally the ambulance arrived. They made the Police uncuff me.

“What if she tries to run away?” one stupid idiot asked.

“Err mate I don’t think that’s possible,” I said indicating to my knees which were bleeding heavily, and my face which was covered in blood too. I was led to the back of the ambulance, and they cleaned my cuts, it stung but I didn’t cry, I’m not weak, not after what I have been through in my life. They bandaged them up and gave me crutches. Then they moved onto my face.

“That hopefully won’t scar,” the nurse said.

“I don’t care if it does, it’s just another scar, I’ve had worst,” I told her. She noticed the cut running down my other cheek. She traced it.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Knife,” I shrugged.

“Well young lady that should be a reminder not to play with knifes,” she said getting up.

“I wasn’t playing, I was fighting,” I snapped back before getting up and hobbling over to the police car in my crutches. This time I just about managed to get in the car.