Chapter 5. Getting Better Slowly

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*bell rings*

"okay students you are now dis-missed dont forget to hand in your unit project,have a nice day"says Mrs.Jowski

Im at my locker staring at something kristen made me.I just really cant take the fact that shes gone.Im sorry if i say it alot but imagine losing your sister/bestfriend.The one whos always been there and youve known since you were babys.

"hey we heard about kristens death"says amy

"yeah,soo"i say

"i mean me and the girls feel alittle bit bad but not alot she was meant to die,just kidding,but seriously she wasnt meant for earth anyways"amy says

"how could you say that?she was the best thing that ever happend to this earth she was amazing and theres so much more i could say but youd be here all day.your all sick and demanted inside.and if you dare put your hands on me im going straight to the principal or ill fight you my self.cuz im sick of your bull**** and im not taking it anymore."i said with anger.

*and i walked away bout my buisness*

(they all stared at me with a shock that some punk or scardy cat would say that)

"hey,jenny can we talk"brandon said

"no."i say *walking fast* (him behind me)

"whats wrong with you ,why are you acting like this"he said

"because my world is slowly crashing down,and my bestfriend died and my mother has cancer in the hospital.there you know everything happy now leave me alone"i say

"oh my gawd im sorry i didnt know but jenny im willing to listen im here for you i wanna be your friend"he said

*amy and her crew appear*

"why dont you tell that to them?"i said *pointing at amy and her crew*

*he turned around*

"why i dont even like them nore care about them i just wanted to get to know you"he said

*amys face was red*

"butt...."amy said

"no shut up for once amy okay i dont like you and i dont wanna be your boyfriend and that gos for all of you so stop telling people that.And jenny you dont even have to tell me i know there bothering you.And if you all dont leave her alone im ganna get the school to bring you down and excepell you.Because im sick of bullys like you"he said

*they ran away* (me shocked)

"now will you talk to me"he said

"sure" i say*with a smile*

*we both walked away and talked*

(after school) Im home now but he walked me home and was by my side all day long.I thought maybe it was trick ,maybe he was going to walk me to the crew where theyd beat me up.But when we got to my house.I knew it wasnt a trick.When we were walking we had a moment it went like this.......

"why are you mean to yourself"he said

"i mean well i dont wanna live so whats the point in being nice to myself"i said

"is the reason you dont wanna live,kristen"he said lowly

*i paused*

"well no,not really.i loved her and she happy where she is now.and yeah one day i would love to go see her.but when i get to the point where it comes time for her to grab my hand show me the path.i dont want her to be the reason why."i said

"ohh,okay"he said

*we kept walking*

"can i ask you something"he said

"yeah sure whats up"i say

"why did you not wanna go to the dance with me"he said

"well amy,is the reason"i said

"ohh,well if i told you she would never bother you again as long as im here would you go to the dance with me........."he said

"welll i dont know,i cant really take chances"i said

"so thats a no"he said

"i never said that,all i said was im scared to say yes"i say

*i look down*

"dont be"he said *he picked my head and then we both stared*

(after two minutes)

"i think i should get home"i said

"oh uhhh yeah you should"he said

*i am at my door step*

"bye beautifull"he said

*i smirked*

"bye crazy"i say

(he walks away laughing)

I mean it wasnt a long moment me and him had but it was something.It was the first thing that made me feel better since kristens death.Well anyways i gotta go help my grandma take care of crazy but adorable sibling :D :D :D

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 05, 2014 ⏰

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