She wiped her wet eyes and looked around, hood over her head. How could she survive this any longer? The constant stress of everyone getting at her. Emily Granger was praying for the summer holidays to be better than this school. She hated being cooped up and being told to do things. She liked doing things her own way, being different, standing out. Emily loved acting and singing and writing stories. But everyone in this school thought it was weird, different, and that made them scared. Emily looked down at her English work, tears dropping onto it. Her arms were decorated with the paint brush of the blade, crimson red dripping from the scars. She knew she couldn't do it. But she did. It was the only way to feel something other than sadness. Pain was a substitute. The bell finally rang, after what seemed like a thousand years.

Finally out of this hellhole. Emily thought, packing her things into the small bag. Tying the strings, she looked around at all her classmates. All of them, one by one, had made fun of her until she felt useless and important.

"Emily!" Her teacher yelled from the front of the class. "Could you stay for a few minutes?" The whole class turned their gazes to Emily, who was uncomfortable with their piercing stares. She nodded timidly and stared down at her feet. Not going to the summer holidays without a chat with Mrs Lane then. As the class headed out, one boy threw a paper aeroplane at Emily, which got caught into her thick brown hair. She groaned and took it out. How tedious. She walked over to the teacher's desk. Mrs Lane raised her gaze to the shy 16 year old. Whatever made this girl so anxious was serious. But she didn't want to get involved. She took off her glasses and got a notepad from a drawer.

"What's that?" Emily asked, flicking the long fringe from her face. Mrs Lane sighed and handed Emily the dark green notepad.

"I want you to do something for me over the holidays, Emily. Are you going anywhere special?" Mrs Lane leaned back into her chair. Emily frowned. She was going to the beach house her grandparents owned. It wasn't particularly special. She had gone there with her cousins every year. It was a good way for the family to hang out.

"Just going to a beach house. Why?" Emily narrowed her eyes, sitting on the table, examining the notepad. It looked expensive and it was soft to touch. She flicked through the pages. All blank.

"I want you to keep this as a diary. So you can record what you've been doing. The school are picking 4 students with different backgrounds and pasts and grades to do this. Its really important." Mrs Lane smiled comfortingly. Emily was somewhat confused. Why her? Why was she so special? "Will you do this for me?" Mrs Lane asked, pleadingly. Emily sighed. She couldn't say no. She had basically been chosen without consent. Emily nodded and put the notepad into her small bag.

"Great!" Mrs Lane grinned, clapping her hands with happiness. "Have fun at the beach house, Emily!"

Emily grumbled a response and walked out of the classroom. Fun? She forgot the meaning of the word.

Loki sighed and puts his head in his hands. He hated taking trips to Midgard. The Midgardians were disgusting, in his opinion. Whenever he made trips there, there was always a bunch of whores and girls who offered him money for sex. He hated scum like that. Turning his head, he knew the approach of his brother by the thumping of his footsteps. Couldn't he just do ONE THING quietly? Loki turned back to his book. He was reading a Midgardian book. Unlike the people, the literature was pretty good. Especially this one he was reading now. About a boy named Harry, who went to a school full of magic. Sadly Loki was never appreciated for his skills in magic. All attention and praise went to Thor for his combat skills. It was so unfair. At least on Midgard, people were amazed at how he could make a ripe apple become a rotten one.

"BROTHER!" Thor boomed at the door. Loki jumped at his brother's voice. He looked round, giving Thor a deadly glare.

"Yes, Thor?" Loki said in a soft voice, his glare softening. As much as he hated his brother for getting all the attention, he was still his brother. He was family. And family was a beautiful thing.

"Are you ready for your trip to Midgard?" Thor looked around, wondering into Loki's quarters. Loki nodded to a small suitcase on his bed. It was full of nothing but books and clothes. Thats all he needed where he was going. Thor nodded and stared at Loki. "Are we leaving together?" Thor asked. The dark haired boy nodded and stood up, grabbing his suitcase. Loki and Thor walked to the bridge. Thor's suitcase was clearly larger than Loki's. Thor always needed more stuff. He liked to impress the ladies. Loki sighed and stood in front of the rainbowbridge. Heimdall stared at them both.

"Have fun on your trip." Heimdall murmured, before pushing the sword into the hole, lights flickering around them.

Loki scoffed. Fun? He forgot the meaning to the word.