Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Eight

I placed the photo of Alex as a toddler into my drawer, I laughed at the fact he actually gave it to me, or more of the fact he had some copies on hand. Alex was different than the boys at my old school, that's for sure. None of them would break the law and almost hit a causality just to make sure their friend was okay. It felt good to know someone was willing to do that for not only someone who freaked at them, but me of all people he knows.

He listened to me. To every detail I remember of the incident, all the way up to my father drifting into a comma. I even started to tear up at the mention of Kay and Harry's names. What Alex did though, surprised me even more. He hugged me, triggering his warmth through out my entire body. That was not the reaction I was expecting for him to have.

"You look happy, sweetheart," Nana randomly popped up from behind me in my bedroom.

"Best I've felt in a while Nana," I told her, hoping I wasn't blushing.

"That's good, I'm going to bed now honey, don't be too loud," She walked out into the hall, closing my door behind her.

I ripped off my every day attire, changing into a tank top and pajama short shorts. Then I fell onto my bed's dark blue comforter. I was nearly asleep when my phone rang from my jeans pocket in the hamper. I mumbled something I didn't know what I was saying, and dragged myself to the hamper. I took my phone from my pocket and answered it without looking at the ID.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, how was it?" A girl's voice, filled with energy unlike me, questioned.

"Christine?!" I grabbed a bottle of water from last night that laid on my night table and drank the left over amount of water.

"Well, duh!" Christine chuckled. Where does this girl suddenly get the energy from? "So how was your night with Alex?"

"Good, I guess," I told her. Honestly I wanted to say it was the best night of my entire night, but I didn't want to sound like I was on a date with him or anything.

"Amazing. Well anyways, I called because I need to ask you a big favor!" Christine said into the phone.

"Favor? Okay, let we hear what it is first," I sat at the edge of my bed with the empty water bottle.

"You know how my dad is a crazy Christian, right?!? Well he says I'm not aloud to have any relations to you what so ever unless you come to youth tomorrow night. I know it's big, but I don't have any friends and I don't want to lose you!" She rambled on and on.

"Christine.. I don't know.. The last time I was in church it was for a funeral," I wasn't lying. I hadn't been in church since they put Kay and Harry into the cold ground. I didn't even go to Tanya's funeral, she didn't deserve it.

"Jenna, pretty please!" She asked in a little girl's voice, as if that would convince me. But I have to admit, she's the only one of the female species who will befriend me at this school. I can't lose her.

"Fine, I'll go. Just this once, but please tell me it's not as boring as I imagine it is!" I begged.

"It's not. I promise you!"

***

I closed my eyes, leaving against the church youth's room wall. Christine lied, it was boring. All they did was sit around and talk about their problems and how God will save them. I'm not an atheist, I believe in God, but this was something I never thought they'd do in a church. A girl even talked about her pregnancy scare.

Christine elbowed me in my rib cage, and I quickly opened my eyes to a room of teenagers and one man's, Christine's father, eyes on me. "It's your turn to speak!" Christine smiled.

"About what?" I asked.

"About your problems dear, we've all spoke when you were asleep!" Her father gave me the evil eye, he didn't like me and I already knew it. It was because of either the fact this was so boring I could cry, or the fact I was decked out in full black. "What's bothering you? What's your family like? You're new, so you should tell us a bit about your self."

So much to say, but so much to hide. "Well, where do I start? The fact I live alone with my grandmother because my entire family is dead, except for one who is in the hospital for more than ten years in a comma who might as well be dead. Or the fact I almost died and was thought of a little idiot for my entire life by my own mother? I was blamed for my siblings' death, and no matter how many times Nana says it isn't my fault, it is. Or maybe I can talk about my problem where only two people talk to me at my new school because no one likes the new gothic girl?" Everyone's eyes were glued to me, I couldn't believe I just let everything just pour out of my mouth at a thousand miles per a hour. "Excuse me," I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.

I was so, I don't know, nervous maybe? I just told a bunch of strangers everything that had happened to me that is mega problems. I don't usually do that type of thing, I usually remain quiet. If Christine wasn't aloud to hang around me before, she wasn't now for sure.

I leaned against the porch's grays wall and slid down, hitting my butt off the hard, gray tiled floor. My vision quickly became blurry as tears filled my view. All I could see was the gray wall facing me.

Suddenly I heard the stomp of feet running down the hall, my vision targeted into the direction of the open doorway on the inside of the porch. A blurred girl was running towards me, holding a unknown square box in her hand.

"Jenna, you okay sweetheart?" Christine's voice filled my ears. She crouched down in front of me, handing me a soft, white tissue to me. I wiped my eyes and was able to see her face clearly. Her natural beauty may be incredibly jealous of her.

"Yeah, yeah, fine!" I told her as she sat by me with her legs crisscrossed holding the blue with a cross design of tissues in her hands. "I'm pretty sure your dad doesn't want a girl like me hanging around you, Christine."

"He's the one who sent me out here, he saw the hurt in your eyes. I think because of your past he will certainly let me hang around you. Jenna, you opened up more than anyone today!" Christine began. "I'm so proud you did. It takes a lot. I'm sorry about your family, if it means anything, I'll be your unbiological sister!" A smirk came across her face.

"Thanks Christine, I don't do this a lot but do you think I can hug you?" I asked her.

"Well yeah!" She hugged me before I could even move out of my spot. Even though a box of tissues was jabbed into my stomach, I hugged back tightly.