Emily stood on the edge of the pavement, pretending it was a rooftop she was perched precariously over, and dangled one mud cover shoe over the edge, where she could see its reflection in the grimy puddle beneath it. She sniffed, then drew the foot back. She searched for the rush of excitement that would usually grip her young pre-teen mind, but found nothing, and rubbed her nose with the sleeve of her jump balled up in her hand. She looked around, watching everyone walk through the streets with their precious shopping and their adoring smiles, and shuffled her feet as she made her way through Allahday street, to search for some new thrill. She began to look down every side street, every alley, looking for a new danger for her to explore, but like the missing surge of adrenaline from her pretend scare, there was nothing to be found. She drew her arms from our of her sleeves back into her jumper, and hugged herself under the red and green striped sweater, burying her face in the protruding cotton Rudolph face that had been roughly sown onto her chest to make the apparel more suited for the season, which had been several months ago, but she enjoyed the sweater. It still smelled of her, and it reminded Emily of her happy family, with her cheery mother, her loving father, and her annoying, but irreplaceable brother, Harvey. Which was the reason why she wore it today. When she had been given the stained, crude jumper, her mother had laughed as Emily struggled to pull it over her head in an attempt to please her. The memory of her mother's happy face as they stood in the kitchen, strewn wrapping paper beginning to curl up slowly as it landed on her little bare feet, tickling her, always delighted her, and made the act of wearing such a horrible jumper much better