The Return of Jamie

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

***Jane's POV***

"Hello Jane," said a familiar voice whose owner looked nothing like I remembered. Jamie. It just had to be him.

I gasped, "J-Jamie?!"

He nodded.

"But, I thought you... died?"

"Well," he chuckled nervously, then got serious. "Plans change."

It had been almost three and half years since then accident.

Meaning, where everyone except his best friend, me, thought innocent fourteen-year-old Jamie had killed Mr. Porter, the beloved handyman of our hometown, Cincinnati, Ohio.

Jamie was the sidekick of Cincinnati's baddest bad boy, McClain Henry who was actually the killer. Jamie had nothing to do with it, according to him. I believed him.

The night Mr. Porter was killed McClain skipped town, leaving the remaining evidence pointing to the only other suspect, Jamie.

The police were after Jamie for a month before they caught him. I felt so awful knowing my best friend was getting blamed for a crime he didn't commit.

Jamie's parents, John and Susan Warren, sent him away. Far away. He went to a maximum security juvenile hall in West Virginia. They apparently didn't check with me first!

The hauled off my best friend, and I thought I'd never see him again. That came true one night. Or so I thought.

We were watching the news one night when a "BREAKING NEWS" sign flashed across the screen ever so annoying.

"We have just received information of a large fire breaking out at the West Virginia Juvenile Correction Center. The fire was most likely started by a group of teenagers who had recently been released, wanting to break others out. The fire consumed the entire place, therefore leaving almost no survivors. The families whose children perished will be getting a phone call from police in the following weeks," said the nasally news reporter who was dressed like a giant traffic cone.

She had officially ruined my day, the next day, and the rest of my life.

I was constantly asking the Warren's if they heard any news from the police. After two months went by, we had all given up hope that Jamie survived. I cried for three weeks.

Now here I am, three extremely long years later, and just going into senior year at Cincinnati High. I've signed up for yearbook, just as Jamie and I always wanted to do together.

When I signed my name, I read the other names of those who signed up and right above mine was... Jamie Warren.

I turned around to walk away, absolutely stunned. And this is where we left off.

"Hello Jane," said a familiar voice whose owner looked nothing like I remembered. Jamie.

It just had to be him.

I gasped, "J-Jamie?!"

He nodded.

"But, I thought you... died?"

"Well," he chuckled nervously, then got serious. "Plans change."

I was contemplating whether to hug and kiss him, slap him, or walk away. I chose the first.

"Gosh I've missed you so much," he said after I pulled away, clearly embarrassed.

"So... er, what classes do you have?"

"What classes do YOU have?"

"Well then!"

As it turned out, we have two classes together and of course, lunch. Second period Gym and fifth period Chem. And boy do we have it.

"We have a lot of catching up to do," I said. "When we're at lunch, sit at the table closest to the emergency exit."

"Will do. Now we should be getting to our classes," he said as he walked away after kissing my cheek.

I felt shivers run up and down my spine. I had goosebumps on my arms, legs, and I suddenly felt very cold, then very warm. Could it be... Nah. It couldn't. I couldn't. I shook the sensation off and the thought out of my head.

***Jamie's POV***

Man, I have a lot of explaining to do...Once you've left and haven't come back for three and a half years, everyone wants to know what's up.

The fire happened a little more than a year after my parents sent me to juvy. It was started by a group of "juvenile delinquents" that were trying to break us out. It made the whole place collapse in a time of five minutes. It was crazy! I had managed to escape through an emergency exit, but everyone else had either died or lived. I was the only one who escaped.

I was on the run for quite awhile. I had hopped a freight train and I finally stopped in South Carolina, and found some odd jobs and a family to stay with who had a son about my age.

I learned how to drive so once I got my liscence and a used truck I packed my bags and drove all the way back to Cincinnati to find Jane. It actually wasn't that hard considering I've known her forever and her family would never move away.

Jane was the same girl I remember from back when we were fourteen. She still has the same wavy blonde hair and (natural) violet eyes that can make any guys knees buckle. Her style was still the same, too; flowery dresses and ballet flats. She's always been taller than me.

I however, don't look the same. I got a complete new look. I traded in my Hollister tees for TWLOHA shirts, Nike shoes for Converse and Vans, baseball caps for beanies, and normally cut hair for a flippy skater 'do.

I had told her about my journey, if you want to call it that, giving her a ride to her house after school. She ate up every word and seemed really fascinated. I'm so cool.

I must admit, I've been in love with Jane since I left. I never stopped thinking about her. Everything about her is just so... genuine. So perfect. So beautiful.

I'm going to tell her sometime. I just hope she feels the same way... Do you know how crushed I'd be if my love of three, almost four, years rejected me? That would not be pretty.

***************************************************

Author's Note: Just like all other authors in their books, any resemblance to real people or the juvenile hall is purely coincidental. I'd like as many people as possible to read this story, so post a link somewhere, anywhere! FB, Twitter, Tumblr, message boards, by PM, or tell your friends! Thank you so much, I love you guys!!!