and then i met you {chim}

Chapter 21

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"Jazz!" Cheryl said as she opened the teen's bedroom door and was shocked to see her asleep "Jane Eloise, I just woke you up!" Cheryl said and threw her hands in the air. The teen just groaned, not wanting to wake up.

Today, Jane has her first session with her home-schooling teacher, Ms Bressler. It's a day that Jane never saw coming. She believed that she would graduate from her online schooling in the foster system. After she would have graduated, Jane would have been placed in a group home where she would continue school.

"C'mon, Jazz!" Cheryl ripped to duvet off the teen, making her sit up. Jane tried to grab the duvet, but Cheryl took it off the bed. Jane couldn't help but giggle, knowing that Cheryl was going to make her get up sooner or later. For the meantime, Jane laid back down and suffered through the cold.

"Kimba," Cheryl called out "help us wake up our daughter!" She yelled and Jane covered her ears. Kimberley soon found her way into the bedroom as well, smiling at her two girls messing around.

"C'mere, my baby!" Kimberley picked up Jane's limp body, hoisting her over her shoulder. The teen shrieked and held on tightly to her mother as she carried her down the stairs.

"Kimba, be careful," Cheryl warned her wife, watching over Jane as they walked to the kitchen. Kimberley perfectly placed Jane on her seat in the dining room, right in front of her plate of food.

"Looks delicious, Mum," Jane said and Kimberley smiled as she placed a loose strand of hair behind her daughter's ear.

"Are you ready for school?" Cheryl asked as she ate a forkful of chocolate-chip pancakes. The teen made a weird face, showing that she's not too excited.

"Honestly, still bummed about my whole...dyslexia thing," Jane confessed and Cheryl and Kimberley shared a sad look. The teen let her head hang down, but Kimberley refused to let it stay that way.

"Did you know that Picasso had dyslexia?" Kimberley said and Jane looked up, furrowing her eyebrows.

"You mean the Pablo Picasso?" Jane questioned, not knowing the information Kimberley was giving. Picasso wasn't dyslexic, he couldn't have been. The teen thought to herself.

"Yeah, we saw it the other day. If one of your favourite artists was dyslexic and can make it big like that, so can you. You're so much smarter than you think, honey." Cheryl explained and put her hand on top of Jane's. The teen smiled at her mothers', loving their supportive words.

"Thanks," Jane looked down at her food, messing with a piece of pancake with her fork. Kimberley smiled, knowing that her daughter will be just fine.

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"You ready?" Cheryl came into the teen's room as Kimberley went to answer the door. Jane's teacher had arrived and Cheryl went to make sure she was doing alright.

"Yeah," Jane answered, smiling wide at Cheryl. She knows that she'll be okay in the end. It's school, it can't be that bad.

The teen had taken a shower and gotten dressed beforehand. She has on a pair of blue jeans with the ankles rolled up. She paired it with a white t-shirt, giving herself some air in case she gets nervous sweats. She decided to go barefoot, it's her house so why not?

"C'mon, bubs." Cheryl put her hand on Jane's back, leading her out to the steps. They walked down together, hearing Kimberley talking to the woman. It was in that moment that Jane remembered their bet. She pictured the one she thought it was, hoping it's her.