Firefly Jungle

Chapter One

   It was finally the first day of high school. Yay. I mean, this was supposed to be exciting, right? Then why was I so nervous? Oh yeah, I was new, and I didn't know anybody. Typical, right?

   "Oh come on, Jenn! Lighten up! We might not go to the same school anymore, but just try to be excited, yeah?" My friend Monica cooed beside me, her caramel skin barely noticeable from the side view I had within my hoodie. "And for God's sakes, take off that giant thing, and show your beautiful face!" She squealed as my hood was ripped from my head, and my mess of long dark black curls frizzed up, before falling on to my forhead in the most annoying way.

   "What could I possibly have to be excited for?" I groaned, my nerves nearly driving me crazy, as I fumbled with my hair, trying desperately to push it all back into place, but failing miserably as the thick black strands fell back over my forhead, covering nearly all of my face. Monica giggled from somewhere beside me, as we walked down the snow covered streets on this dreary January morning.

   "Well, maybe you'll meet a cute boy?" She winked and nudged my shoulder slightly, causing me to lose my balance briefly. "Although, you might need a little help with..." She took a moment to take in my full figure. "All of this." She gestured to me, making sure not to leave out a single detail. My awkward body stood motionless in the snow, as she brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my overly-pierced ears. I knew she hated how I dressed; always in my usual long dark band t-shirt, that covered almost my entire chest, which was barely visible beneath my giant over-sized black zip-up hoodie, which I normally wore with the hood up. My long black jeans, that had a small white paint stain on the back, just above the right pocket, which nobody ever noticed because my t-shirt did a wonderful job keeping it sheilded. And of course my trade-mark Green Day converse, my babies, my life and my soul.

   With a sigh, I turned away from her in embaressment. Monica was a nice girl, really. She was just a little too... Honest sometimes, I suppose. But that's why I loved her. She had been my best friend since the beginning of time, as far as I was concerned, and we were inceperable. She was the most gorgeous girl I knew, and I wasn't shy about letting her know. Sometimes I wondered if it might seem a little odd just how much I showered her with compliments. But how could I not? She had the perfect hour-glass figure, and she wore the perfect clothes to show it off. I swore up and down she had double D cups, but she would always laugh and tell me they were merely C's, but I wouldn't buy it. If she was wearing C cup bras, she had to be stuffing them things in there pretty tightly to make them fit... And her hair was long and soft, a nice light brown that mixed perfectly with her complection. She had bright hazel eyes, and long feather-like eyelashes, and amazingly naturally arched eyebrows. She had small frail hands, and long, almost always painted, nails. Her legs were gorgeous as well, fitting her figure perfectly. She was everything I wished I could be, but I would never tell her that. She was my best friend, and I thought... No, I knew she was simply perfect.

   She quickly turned me back to look her in the eyes. "Look, boo." She said in her most soothing voice. "You look fine. Stop fussing, and accept that you're beautiful, and your first day will be fine!" She smiled at me, gently pulling me in for a tight hug.

   "Thanks, Monica." I replied, wrapping my arms around her, to embrace her, before letting go, and smiling as wide as I could manage, showing her my metal covered teeth.

   "No problem, girl. Now we better hurry, or you're gonna be late! Remember, five blocks down Selby Ave. then take the first left, and no talking to strangers... Unless they're hot." She winked at me, still pointing in the direction of what was to be my new high school. She hugged me one last time, before skipping down the street, to the left of Selby. A street labeled Jonah Blvd.

   I groaned in both excitement, and worry. Not because I might actually meet a "cute" boy, by Monica's standards, and believe me when I say, we were polar opposites when it came to men. I liked the clean cut, average looking ones, while she liked the mysterious bad boys. You know, the ones most every high school girl soaks her panties for? I was never interrested in any of that, though. They would only make things complicated, I had always thought. Though, I had never actually dated anyone before, unless you count the one time in sixth grade I went out with a small chubby boy, who's face was always covered in chocolate because he promised that if I did, he'd stop stuffing bologna down my shirt. I laughed to myself, thinking back on it.