When 6th grade furry, Jayden Fields, asks out her crush, Marshall Newberry, the school's dreamy bad boy, can she find love in him? or will things end up badly? Read to find out!
Jayden's eyes widened; her heartbeat was quickly picking up speed. Her mouth opened and closed as if she were trying to say something, she looked down to her feet slowly, she didn't want to see the broken picture frame. It had been a gift from her grandmother, who is now dead, to Jayden's mother.
Karen
Karen was Jayden's Mom, the same girl in the picture bathing in its own broken frame on the floor. Her face was quickly turning white, it was very treasured to Karen, her mother had given it to her before she died. The frame had a dirty brown rustic look, it was extremely old. Jayden used to think her mother didn't care much for it, it always looked dirty but in reality, the brown frame was just made like that. Her mother would be devastated (and burning with rage) if she ever found out what happened to it. She did the only rational thing that her brain could think of.
Bury the broken pieces.
Jayden used her mother's small hot pink garden shovel to scoop up dirt and weeds behind their local pizza hut. 'Is it illegal to bury things behind private property?' She thought, her glasses becoming foggy with condensation-sweat at the fear of getting in trouble. Once she had a decent hole around 9 inches by 1 foot, she put the picture frame in the ground. She paused with her mother's picture in her hand. 'Do I really want to get rid of this?' Her face was frozen like a statue depicting conflict. She shoved the picture in her fuzzy pink jacket pocket, not caring whether the picture became crumpled. She was doing it a favor already, deciding not to bury the photograph with its partner in crime, The old antique frame.
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The walk home was one of aching feet and harsh huffs. Her eyelids were drooping involuntarily, her clothes were covered in dirt. As soon as she opened the front door, she walked past the sounds of her mother scolding her for staying out so late. Was it really late? She looked out the nearest window. The sky was mostly dark, though you could still see, it was probably best for 6th grade girls to not venture out beyond their homes.
She plopped down on her brown and yellow stained sheets and random unmatching pillowcases. Her legs dangled off the bed, the size was probably for young toddlers getting their first bed. The bed smelt faintly of dust and urine, but in her exhausted state, it was extremely hard to care. She pulled her fuzzy pink jacket off, though not before taking the picture out of her pocket. The thing was slightly crumpled, but that was ok. It wasn't like she was going to put it on display for her mother to see, anyways.
She didn't get much sleep that night, or so it felt like it. That morning she woke at about 4 a.m. (If you can even call that morning), and decided she needed to get out of the house, that felt as if it was suffocating her in guilt and fear. A walk sounded like music to her ears. Her face took on one of deviousness, although she also held a strong look of fear. She wanted to take a pack of her mother's cigarettes with her.
She sneaked through her bedroom door, down the hallways and came face to face with Karen's room. She brought her shaking hand to the doorknob and pressed her ear against the surface. Once she was certain her mother was asleep, she slowly but surely creaked the door open just wide enough for her to slink her way through.
Once she slipped in, she was horrified to see her mother passed out one her mattress with beer bottles strewn across the floor like confetti. Her eyes widened and her breath came out in short pants. She tried to move as minimally as humanly possible and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the nightstand that was about half full. She quickly checked to see if there was a lighter in the pack, and surely enough luck was on her side. She quietly tip toed past the hallways and kitchen, and out of the front door.
She didn't know where she would make a trip too, but ultimately decided on the Perry County Park. It wasn't too far from home, and maybe she could chill on one of the swing sets or sit on one of their benches. It was quite dangerous for a 6th grader to go out at night on her own, but Jayden had nobody to teach her things like that. She thought it was completely fine for her to smoke and hang out in the playground at 4 a.m.
She just walked along the sidewalk to get there, it was about a 10-minute walk there, if that. She was certain she could make it before her mother decides to wake up. Karen didn't have a job so she would probably wake up around 9 or 10 instead of 6 or 7 when normal people got up for the day. She would have plenty of time to enjoy peace and quiet, and maybe a cigarette too.
once she arrived, the first thing she saw on one of the benches was no other than
Marshall Newberry
To Be Continued . . .
Jayden's Jacket
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