The Gold Behind The Black

Chapter 1

Emma Wilson, Plymouth, UK.

"Emma, we just want to understand what drove you to do something like this." My step father looked down at me sitting lazily at the kitchen table, as he paced back and forth the kitchen.

"Guess I just got bored. Again." I sniggered at him, not even bothering to make eye contact. Ugh, he was constantly trying to act like he was my father, it was pathetic. I had made it clear 6 years ago when him and my mother got married that no matter how long he was hanging around, he would never become my Dad. Then they went and had my half brother, Martin a year later and he thought that that would change things. As if.

"I just don't understand why you've turned into this sort of person, you hate everyone, you come home late every night, you've been expelled from nearly every school you've been to! We didn't bring you up to be like this!" My mother sobbed. She's cried a lot lately, I suppose it was because of my behaviour, but it's all her fault, she's the one that took my older sister, Emily and I away from Dad and then started this whole new life.

"What sort of person Mum? The sort of person you despise?" I looked up at her innocently, placing my hand under my chin. "Thank you, thank you," I mock bowed, which was actually an effort, considering I was slouching in a timber chair. "That is why I'm doing this, to be the sort of person you hate." I said sarcastically.

"Stop being so damn disrespectful Emma!" My step father said, raising his voice and the vein in his forehead began to pulse. Fantastic, I thought to myself, I loved getting on Mike's nerves.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mike, but need I remind you that you are not my father." I smirked arrogantly at him. Even better. Mike hated it when I played the whole "You're not my Dad" card.

"Who are you?" My mother stared at me in disbelief. I didn't really want to give her a smart response since she already looked a mess, so I just stared blankly into her eyes.

"We, your mother and I, thought that since you've been expelled from all your previous schools, you might change, but apparently not. You've run out of schools to go to, none of the private schools are going to accept you, we need to look elsewhere." Mike cut in, sitting down at the table, folding his hands in front of his body. He was trying the whole 'therapist' thing on me. I rolled my eyes and look at him.

"I'd say that's actually a pretty good achievement, not many people can say that they've been expelled eight times." I said in a mock-proud voice. These conversations were always pointless.

"You're lucky you haven't been shipped off to a delinquent centre! You have your mother to thank for that! If I had my way, you'd be packed and ready to leave by the next hour!" Mike yelled as he stood up, leaning his hands on the table.

"YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST MOVE IN, MARRY MY MUM, KNOCK HER UP AND AUTOMATICALLY BECOME MY 'FATHER FIGURE'? YOU'RE SERIOUSLY BARKING MAD IF YOU THOUGHT WOULD HAPPEN! JUST BECAUSE MY FATHER LIVES IN LONDON DOESN'T MEAN HE'S NOT MY FATHER. SO YOU CAN SHOVE YOUR WHOLE 'DELINQUENT CENTRE' IDEA UP YOUR-" I shrieked at him, standing up, mimicking his position, before Mom cut me off.

"WE'RE SENDING YOU TO BOARDING SCHOOL!" Mum screamed at me, as I stood there glaring at Mike, until realisation hit in, causing me to gap at her. Once I realised what I was doing I composed my face, back to its normal arrogant, pissed off expression.

"By 'we're', do you mean both of you, or just him?" I said, pointing rudely at Mike.

"Actually, your mother suggested Ellesmere College in Shropshire." Mike interrupted. I could tell that he like the idea of me not being here the majority of the year, to tarnish his 'business reputation'.