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The One

THE ONE

PROLOGUE

Jessy runs full pelt down the dusty road. She turns into a back street. She'll be late for school again. Stones collide with her backside as she slips on the paving. A hole tears in her tights as she shoves aside her book-bag trying to stand. She can't receive another detention.

Bolting around a corner shop and into the open, dread laces her spine as the bell rings Sprinting with the little strength remaining, Jessy slams the doors open to reveal an empty corridor. The marble echoes her moan.

i - Jessy

Jessy silently slips into the classroom and sits at her middle-row desk, hoping not to be noticed by "the devil".

"Jessica Marten. You're late, again."

Darn it! Caught.

"Sorry Ms. Mong. It won't happen again."
"That's what you said last time and the time before that." The teacher pointed out; her ivory hair swishing as she faces her pupil. "Detention, lunch."

Jessy grudgedly gulps. Why did this always happen to her? Can't her teacher pick on someone else?
Ms. Estem Mong is the most hated teacher at Caroon High. Even the staff are on guard around her!
"Today you are to do your descriptive essay of yourself. This is a written assignment. It will be marked and will go toward your report. You'll be given two hours. 2B pencil only. Spend your time wisely."
Jessy sighs and picks up her pencil. Her brain was muddled; making it hard to think. What was her mum going to say? What was her punishment? She looks into the empty violet eyes of her teacher. Looking back down, Jessy puts lead to paper and begins.

I'm a girl of thirteen, blonde hair, emerald eyes, medium height and slim build. My name is Jessica Kai Martin. My friends - Neapato, Nancy and Philmore - call me Jessy. I love sports - especially soccer - and I'm religious. The Father, Son and Holly Spirit are my saviors and my friends. They guide and help me to accomplish my goals and spread the word and belief God.
I'm steady fast, independent and tomboyish. I like to hang around manly, hardcore groups. I'm always in trouble and late for school.

My hard demeanour attributes are just a cover-up though. I'm more of the sweet, loving girl that just wants to fit in...
BRRIINNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jessy jumps about a foot out of her chair. Her pencil, having been dropped onto the table, rolls onto the floor with a crack of wood hitting wood mixed with breaking graphite. Landing awkwardly on her chair, Jessy bends down, collects her stationery and bag and goes hesitantly to Ms. Mong's desk where she waits with an emotionless face. Handing in her papers, Jessy walks to the cafeteria.

The doors resound loudly against the walls. Freshmen and sophomores glance over their shoulders while juniors and her fellow seniors barely take notice, continuing conversations, homework or ordering. They were used to her entrances - dramatic and loud.
She shoved her hands in her jacket pocket, paid for a salad roll and a 600mL bottle of water and strutted over to the table at the far corner of the room. Chucking her lunch on the table, Jessy plonked on her seat. The other 3 people - Neapato, Nancy and her boyfriend Philmore - looked at her with the same expression.
Now comes the questions, she thought to herself.

"What's up with you?" Philmore asked the prophesized question.
"Well let's see. "The devil" gave out an essay which I most likely failed. I was late to school, again and I now have..." Jessy trailed off, counting her reasons on her fingers. "CRAP!! I'm late for detention!"
"Language Jessica." Nancy chastises from next to Philmore. "That's no way for a Christian lady to speak. Wait! You're late for detention with - I'm ganna guess - Ms. Mong?"

Her friend slid down her seat and laid her head on her lap till only the back of a black hoody and some red locks were visible.
"Yesss." Came the strangled moan from the hunched figure.
"Well, you better get going if you don't want it to drag into tomorrow as well." Neapato stretched, holding onto the table and leaning his chair back. Fixing his position he leans over and grabs Jessy's roll.
"Hay!" She yells, trying to snatch back her lunch, instead, holding thin air. "Give it back Pat!"
Shaking his head, Neapato raised the precious salad and took a bite. Humming his delight as the fillings explodes in his mouth, he pushes his cheese and bacon pie towards Jessy.

"Have my lunch. I'm not giving this up in a million years." Neapato says with a mouthful of food.
Mumbling 'jerk' Jessy snatches the pastry and heads to detention.