Today, Chris called for a relax day because we had been working so hard, apparently. I brought out my laptop, and pulled up Skype. I texted my friend Jaxon.
Me: BUDDY! Wanna Skype?
Jaxon: YES! RIGHT NOW! I gotta show you something!
Immediately, his username requested to Skype with me, and in seconds, I was face to face with a stranger.
I screamed, nearly dropping my laptop. Thank goodness everyone had left the cabin.
"Who are you?" I shrieked.
"Chill! It's just me, Jax!"
"But you're so..different!"
He used to have platinum blonde spray dye hair , dark gray contacts, and a super skinny frame. Now, he had short, brown hair, deep brown eyes, and he had gained a lot of muscle.
"Yeah, I went for a more natural look."
"But you're so....weird!"
"Wanna know a funny thing? A girl called me hot yesterday!"
"Well, you're cute, don't get me wrong, but you're just not the Jax I know. The Jax I have come to love.."
"We can still hang, right?"
"Yeah, of course!"
"Good then, because there's something I needed to tell you."
"Shoot away, weirdo."
"Well..I was kinda hoping with this change...maybe you could change with me? I mean, just your appearance and...umm...oh shit."
He had stopped by the disgusted look on my face. "Jax, you know I can't change, right?"
"Well, can't you just like, ditch the piercings? Or maybe just dye your hair back or something?"
"Um, no? Why would I do that?"
"Well..you just looked... better...before."
I cleared my throat. "You wanna know why I changed, Jax? I was tired of being the center of ATTENTION. I hated it."
"Well, that failed, didn't it? Because now you got more attention from changing into a hottie into a freak!"
I froze, my face reddening.
"You, Mom, school kids.." I murmured.
"No! Ash, please! Don't exit out on me..wait!" he wailed.
I clicked out of the screen, then shut my laptop. I placed it back in the bag, then stepped outside, still in my tank and sweats. I had already brushed my teeth and hair before, but hey. It's a lazy day.
I dashed to the forest, searching for an Ashlynn-sized tree. Once I found a likely candidate, I climbed up to about twenty feet, then closed my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around the trunk, holding tightly for safety. And I let the tears fall.
Ten minutes later, my eyes were still burning, but I had cried out every bit I could. I climbed down from the tree, changed into a fresh pair of clothes, applied makeup, then ate a quick breakfast. I then collapsed on my bed and put on music.
The song "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead played.
So if I survive then I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.
I tried drifting off to sleep, but woke up instantly when there was a quiet knocking on the door.
"Come in!" I yelled.
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There's Something About Juvie
JugendliteraturAshlynn McCarthy is a 16 year old punk who happens to not know her father, except for maybe a small fleeting glimpse of a smile. After getting into one of the most brutal fights in school, her mother signs her up for TDI in hopes that she can cool d...