The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 (Re-Up) x Male Reader)

Bonus Chapter 1 - The 'Flipside' of Things

A/N: "Flipside dropped, woke. Also, all the characters are over eighteen now in Flipside. I can hear some of you guys howling, fr fr."

"In a separate timeline, far far away.."

-Jecka-

"Every choice you make's just to compensate for your last one.. As if the future's never free to break the past. I've seen a lot of friends with Nicole, statutory teachers, pedophile counselors, white nationalists, one guy even killed his mom for me. I mean.. I'd kill my Mom for me as much as the next guy but jeez no matter what she did it would just leave the people closest to me dead or traumatized. I can't promise things are going to get better but at least we can try our best."

This is the FLIPSIDE

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Jecka flails in her princess-sized bed. Her blankets seemed fit for a queen, despite her not wearing a tiara or a dress. A white crop-top with blue sweatpants. She mumbled to herself, reaching for her nightstand before finding her hand placed on her cellphone. After a yawn, this is what she had to say:

Jecka: "Am I already awake? This sucks. It's like percocet just makes you stronger and immune to more percocet." Her eyes widened when another idea enters her frame of mind. "I want adderall.. and a cigarette. I want a cigarette and adderall. What was I even supposed to do this week?"

- Home / June 2009 -

Groggily peeling herself off the mattress, she stumbled into the bathroom to tame her hair. Straightening up like a character straight out of a late-2000s sitcom, she made her way downstairs. Her dad was waiting with a warm smile, dressed in his usual: a red collared shirt with a pocket over the left side, khaki pants held snug by a black belt. His hazel eyes twinkled under a head of graying hair, a sign of time's steady march.

Dad: "Morning, sweetheart."

Jecka: "Yeah uh.. Dad why were all the family photos with Mom shattered on the bathroom floor?"

Dad: "Just - Just don't worry about it, I'll clean it up later."

Jecka: "Why don't you clean it up now, Dad? Before I step in it and turn into a Ripley's episode??"

Dad: "Okay, okay, I'll get the vacuum."

Jecka: "But yeah where's Mom?"

Dad: "Jessica, there's no easy way to say this-"

Jecka: "Did Mom get kidnapped?!"

Dad: "What?- Now don't be ridiculous."

Jecka: "Oh I guess you're right. The news thinks women are worthless once they turn thirty anyway."

Dad: "Well, Jesus Christ they aren't wrong."

Jecka: "What??"

Dad: "Honey, your Mother and I... are getting a divorce."

Jecka: "A... Are you positive?" She seemed taken aback.

Dad: "For what?"

Jecka: "N-no.. I mean.. Are you sure?"

Dad: "Look I don't mean to bring all of this on you at once but I think the last fight we had was pretty much the last straw that broke the camel's back. She's left to go live with your grandmother until we figure out who keeps what."

Jecka: "Holy shit.."

Dad: "I-If you need any family counseling we--"

Jecka: "This shit's gonna be awesome!"