Jennifer's POV
5 years. 5 years since my parents were taken from me. 5 years since the plane crash. 5 years since I began to live with my Aunt Monica. I am currently locked in my bedroom, trying not to cry. I'm a twelve year old, I shouldn't be crying. If my aunt found out I was crying, she would try to take me back to counseling. She thinks that I should be over their death by now. It's currently 5:36 AM, almost 2 hours before I had to meet Mac and Jacob at the corner. The three of us walk together to school every day. The three of us have been friends since 4th grade. We are currently in 6th grade. Welp, I'm going to get ready for school.
~1.5 Hour Later~
"Jennifer, hun, are you okay? Can you go to school? I can call and tell them if you can't." "It's okay, Auntie. I want to go to school. I'm going to go eat breakfast now, k? I don't want to keep Mac and Jacob waiting." "I don't know why you still walk with those kids. I can have Jeffrey drive you there" Jeffrey is Auntie's boyfriend. He is wealthy so he has a limo. Auntie is like a mother to me now. She has been there since I was 7. She took me in. "No Auntie, it's okay. Tell Jeffrey I said hello, though. Bye!" I practically ran out the door. I'm a bit early but that's okay. Hopefully my eyes aren't red and puffy from crying. I promised myself I wouldn't but I did. Once I arrived at the corner, I just felt like crying again and so I did. I cried for about 5 minutes before feeling someone put their hand on my shoulder. Shit. "Jen, why are you crying? Is it-oh. I uh. I forgot. I-I'm so s-sorry, Jen", Jac stuttered. Even when he stutters he is cute. Just seeing one of my best friends comforted me. I stopped crying but continued to sob. "Jen, they would be so proud of you. You will be okay. You'll get through this." I managed to get a few words out in between sobs, " I-I gu-guess." Jac always knows what cheers me up so he pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of his dog, Nougat. I guess we were so engaged in talking that neither of us noticed Mac approaching us, with a slushie in hand.
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Ficción GeneralJennifer is a normal 6th grade girl. She is apart of almost all of her school's extracurricular activities. When she was only 7, she lost both her mother and father to a plane crash. She lives with her aunt Monica , and attends Winterberg Middle Sch...
