Learn to love again

*************************************************************************Chapter one Jay's p.o.v****************

I looked at my wrist and then my mom, how could she sit there in the front seat with that silly smile on her face pretending that nothing had happened. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, even since I had moved in with her this was how things worked. She goes out partying all night and loses all her money in the club, and then when she'd get home she'd be drunk and broke and take it out on me. Like this morning she'd pushed me into a frying pan and now she acted like nothing had happened. Boy I was so happy to be leaving for the whole summer. I felt the car begin to swerve and I clutched the seat tight and closed my eyes. I knew I should have gotten a cab, but no she said she was sober enough to drive. When I finally got the courage to open me eyes we were pulling into the airport. The car lurched to a stop, my mom turned to face me; she had a silly smile on her face. She put her hand out and said:

        "Jay I need you to lend me some money" Her words were slurred.

        "It's not a lend if you don't pay me back" I retorted. She had a shocked expression on her face.

        "Don't you dare talk to your mother like that Jenifer?" I gave her one of our many looks

        "For one, my name's Jay not Jenifer. Second, just because you birthed me doesn't make you my mother, a mother is someone who tucks their kids into bed, not someone who is out partying all night, A mother is someone who drives their kids' home from parties and gives them lectures for being at a party in the first place, not the one at the party's!" I watch my mom's shocked expression. She just sat there for a while. Then, she slap-ed me. I grabbed my face it began to sting and I felt tears well up my eyes. I quickly grabbed my suitcase and ran out of the car and into the airport bathroom so she wouldn't see me cry.

          Arhg! I'm so mad at my mom's right now; I looked in the mirror and pulled out my cover up. I looked at my wrist okay it's not that bad this time, it should cover up nicely. As I finished applying the cover up on my wrist and went to start at my face which was already red in the face and you could see a faint outline of a hand. But before I could start, I heard the crackle of the intercom

        "Atention, this is the last call for flight 41120 to Stratford Islands." I pulled out my plane ticket from my pocket, crap, that's my flight I quickly shoved my makeup in my bag grabbed my suitcase and started to run. When I arrived at the gate I was gulping in fresh air and my face was starting to get red, well at least now the slap mark blends in now. I smiled to myself and got in line with the last few people still there. I handed the ticket lady my ticket she stamped it smiled and said have fun on vacation. With what I'm sure was a fake smile, I looked at my ticket to see where I was sitting, but my thoughts were interrupted by the ticket lady

          "Honey, very back outside seat" I knew I should have said thank-you. But I just wasn't in a good mood after what had happened with my mom so instead I said:

         "I could have figured that out myself, thank-you." And with that I walked down the plank thingy and onto the plane, I couldn't say I was surprised I was in the back even though the school gave my mom some money for first-class she probably gave the bought the cheapest flight available and then spent the rest at the club, as I walked down the ail I noticed all the weird looks I was getting from everyone, not that I could blame them I mean I must look a mess in my gray sweats tucked into my purple Nikkie and my over sized school track hoodie on. As for my hair it was down and curly and on one side I had it behind my ear so you could see my double pierced ear, my bangs though were straight and kind of curved around my eyes showing off my crystal blue eyes. A lot of people's first impressions of me were that I was some kind of emo punk girl, just because I had a double pierced ear and a nose ring, and it didn't help that I had died my hair blond with purple highlights. When I reached the end of the plane I put my bag in the overhead been and when to sit down when I noticed someone was sitting in my seat. I took a double take 'No it couldn't be Justin could it?! I hadn't seen him since before my dad died and before he became famous and moved to LA, but what was he doing in my seat?

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Sorry I just had to leave it like this

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