Chapter 2
Jessie
I leaned against the wall in our high school, Valley Christian, and waited for the first bell to ring. The high school looked like a long, brick, two story rectangle. A Christian high school, our student body consisted of fewer students than the public school with about 250 students in my freshman class.
"What book are you reading?" Rebecca, my best friend, took the book from my hand, and looked at the cover.
"It's The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison. It's on the school-banned book list, so I'm reading them all one by one."
"Nice," Rebecca chuckled.
Authority, and rules in general weren't my thing. I respected an adult when I thought they deserved to be respected.I cringed slightly as I leaned my shoulder against the cold wall of the school. A bruise marked my shoulder due to my fall against the dresser. Rebecca didn't notice my face as she dug in her purse.
On the other side of the hallway, my eyes locked with the large blue eyes of a boy. He looked Irish to me: thick black brows and black hair, tall as well, around six feet.
Over the past few weeks, I'd noticed he'd looked at me a lot. It interested me that he would stare at me for as long as I held eye contact. It gave me an odd sense of control.
"Don't look now, but do you see the guy across the hall with black hair?"
Rebecca shifted her position pretending to look further down the hall. "Yes, I see him. He's staring at you."
"He stares at me every morning." I kept my eyes glued to Rebecca, and pretended to be unaware of his gaze.
"He's cute."
"Yeah, he is. Maybe he'll actually speak to me at some point."
The bell rang, and a mass of kids streamed up the stairwell to the second floor. I got to my locker, spun the lock's dial to my secret numbers, and opened it. I exchanged my coat for the books I would need until I had time to come back to my locker.
Ally and Kristi, my best friends from junior high, stood at their lockers as well. It was great to have two close friends in my locker bank.
"What's up?" I asked them as we all walked toward homeroom together.
"A whole lot of nothing, as usual. I'm so tired, seriously, I could lay down in this hallway and go to sleep," Kristi said.
"What time did you go to bed?"
"Around midnight or so."
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What We Create
Mystery / ThrillerJessie wondered what their lives would have been like if Dad had been kind and decent. Would she have been different? Unfortunately, Dad wasn't kind or decent, so she would become what he created. Jessie, a teen-aged old soul, fights to survive...
