My Journey: Home (Sequel to My Journey) ***COMPLETED***

March 15, 2011

TERRIBLE DAY!!!!! SHOT ME NOW!!!! Please. Seriously...

Okayy, I suppose I should tell you what happened before I go into theatrics. Huh? Well, here goes...

We had just finished preforming in Washington D.C. For the president! It was soooooo awesome. Tomorrow we are preforming at the mall there. But not me! Know why? Because some bitch made me brake me ankle! :P

So like I said, we just finished preforming and had snuck away down the street for food. It was Justin, the other dancers and me. We were returning to the bus when Justin was being mobbed. As his dancers, if someone gets on stage or too close when Kenny isn't around, we have to protect him. So I was, we were. I was standing in front of him while we were trying to make our way to the bus.

Some teenagers, really bratty and obviously 'too good for you' type. They were 17ish I'd say. Walked up. Justin had just said:

"Alright, thanks guys. I'll see ya tomorrow. Sorry, but i'm late and gotta get back." He said it very kindly and sweetly.

They all did a group "Awwwww." But understood and backed away.

Then these brats came up. There was 5 of them. They were basically surrounding us. I got annoyed when the 'leader' spoke. "Excuse me Jordyn. Can you move aside??" She said it sweetly.

"Sorry. No. You heard Justin. We have to get going."

"Please?? Just one picture."

Justin spoke up. "I'm very sorry ladies. You know I never say no. But I gotta be going. My mom is looking for us. Very worried."

She had a pout on her face as if she was friends with him. "Of course Justy-pooh. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow."

He smiled half heartedly. "Of course. Looking forward to it."

They moved aside so we could go past. But then the queen bitch looked at her friend and she pushed me, then the other tripped me. I went down; twisting my ankle I knew it. "Oops." They said, glaring at me.

I just glared back. Then flinched in pain as I tried to move it. "Are you okayy?!?" Justin asked, worried. He leaned down to me.

"I don't think so. I think that bitch twisted my ankle." I said, pointing at them.

"Did not." She said with another pout.

Justin turned to them. "Excuse me ladies. I don't know who you are. Can you please stop acting like I do?? Cuz I don't. You don't have any right to push people and hurt them. I suggest you leave before she gets up and punches your face. Because I won't stop her."

They looked at him like he was kidding. Anthonio and Nick helped me up while they continued to pout. "Hey, help me over to her."

They did, confused. "What??" She said with a snobby look on her face.

"Do I know you??" I asked. Staring at her for the longest time. "Ooooohhhhh! I know now! You're Mandy! The bitch who used to go to school with me. You never liked me and you're just mad because you're 'bad boy' boyfriend liked me more than you. That's why you said my name like that."

"Hmmph. Taylor only liked you because of what you had. Not who you were. By the way, do your new friends know your dirty secret?? Jasmine!?"

"No, I think he did. I mean, is that why he kissed me instead of you when you weren't around. He liked me more than you and wanted me. But I left. He quit." I smirked. "And, you made a really bad decision on your part of calling me Jasmine, Morin!"

"AH! Take that back!" She started to come after me.

I brought my arm back and snapped it forward full force. Hitting her in the nose. Breaking it. Satisfied I said, "rather not. But thanks for the offer...."

"DAYUMM!!!!" All the boys said. They were laughing as 'Mandy's' followers grouped around her as her face gushed blood. "Can you walk??"

"I don't think so..."

"Alright, come here." Anthonio said as he picked me up. With that, we left her bleeding on the street as we jogged back to the bus.

A doctor was brought on board to look at my now swollen ankle. Just like I thought. Twisted and sprained.

"Sorry to say Jordyn, but, it's sprained. You're gonna have to stay off of it for at least 2 weeks. A month max."

I groaned. "Great! Now what am I supposed to do??" I turned to Justin.

"What can she do to get her back and dancing??" He asked.

"Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. You have to do little walking on it. I'll give you a treatment plan on what to do each day. If you do it properly it will heal perfectly and it shouldn't come back. I'll do all I can but you have to work with me. Once the plan is finished, I'll come check it to clear you. Okayy??'

I nodded. "Great. The dreaded RICE. Alright. I'll cooperate. But I want to be back by April 16th. My birthday. Will I??"

"I think so. Just follow my orders and everything will be okayy."

"Alright. Thank you doc."

He nodded and handed Justin some papers. Then he left. I sighed.

"Hey Jordyn. It will be okayy. You'll be back."

"Yeah."

"Hey, why did she call you Jasmine??" Michael asked.

"It's nothing." Justin and I both said. "Yeah, she's just a bitch who's mad cuz I could have stolen her boyfriend completely from her. But I had to leave and do other things. I haven't spoken to him in a while." I finished.

They all nodded. "Alright."

"Justy-pooh? Help me up??"

He made a face and sighed, helping me up while the guys laughed.

"Don't ever call me that again."

I laughed. "Deal. But I can't promise anything from them." I said pointing at the four guys rolling with laughter. He just rolled his eyes.

That's what happened.... So now I'm out and can't dance for 2-4 weeks. Stupid ankle. Stupid 'Mandy'. I hate her guts. Hope her nose is broken.....

:P My ankle is in pain. Time for more RICE! Gross :P.