Type Writers

Chapter 1: Jennifer

I am so so sorry for the wait. This chapter has been a NIGHTMARE (but it's been a good challenge) to write. So thank you if you have been patiently waiting for this to come out, even if it is short as hell. (And is kind of a filler)

But whoop-whoop Chapter 1!!!!!

(Update! Each POV will be considered a different chapter, unlike the prologues)

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"Honestly JJ, let's be real for a second; I truly do not support your hair."

JJ groaned. She had stayed up all night, to the point of worrying Aunt Flora Mae, the chillest aunt ever, just to dye her hair. And the process had been ruthless.

It all started the day before, that Thursday, when Aura stated that her hair was too bland, despite it being a fierce natural red shade. Aura, with her cool suave self and her artistic boyfriend, had almost-most-definitely implied that their measly friendship would be broken off if JJ's appearance didn't change.

Thus, after loosing almost everyone else in her life, she dyed it a bright blue. The blue of Windex, Gatorade, and sickly sweet cotton-candy.

JJ kinda liked it: it made her green eyes more prominent, her hair look fuller, and made her stand out, in a good way this time.

But Aura disagreed.

The now blue haired teen grumbled into her turkey sandwich as the other complained at the lunch table. "I mean, it's an improvement, is it not?"

The lunchroom stank of corn dogs and old broccoli, with food posters encouraging teens to 'keep the food pyramid standing.' The walls were all white cinderblock, except for one, which was the cerulean blue of their mascot.

The other girl just raked her over with accusing eyes. Despite Aura's black hair, dark eyes, and dark clothes, her voice was usually very calm and almost airy. "I'm just saying that it looks like you're trying too hard. I know it's difficult to understand, but I'll spell it out; I'm the cool gives-no-fucks friend. You're the cute one."

JJ just shrugged, as she was used to this treatment, the same old story that Aura kept her just relevant enough to be known by a few popular guys and JJ in return kept the lonely yet somehow popular girl company at lunch.

There was a fine balance to it all.

The bell rang, signaling the ending of classes, thus the end of her lunch, through the halls of
St.Marie High and JJ checked her watch, it was exactly one o'clock and she cringed when the announcements came on.

Good afternoon Coyotes, this is your principal, Ms.Haem speaking!

JJ rolled her eyes, this stupid thing came on everyday.

So let's get this show on the road. The basketball team faced the Evans High Penguins and won 47 to 23 with shots from Alex DeChante, Samuel George, Jordan Cofranch, Vance Peterson, and Braydon Qierki. Thank you to all the attendees, pep-band members, cheerleaders, and volunteers that made this game happen. We will face the South Collinson High Jaguars next Thursday!

Everyone in the cafeteria either booed of cheered. The Jaguars were our all time rivals; we wanted to prove that even though we were the younger school and came from them, we were just as strong, if not better. Then the announcements continued

Remember, the Winter Social will be Friday, January 17th, only 8 weeks away. All Freshmen and Sophomores will be required to pay a ticket price of  5 dollars per person. Juniors and Seniors will be free.

This once again cause a stir. Usually the dances were all free, especially something as insignificant as a Social, when Prom would be just around the corner. JJ just shrugged, she was a Junior so she wouldn't have to pay. If she was actually going to the Social.

Please dress semi-formal; dresses must be bellow the finger tip line, and must not have any undergarments showing. This rule also applies to any clothing worn. All suits must be of solid color, or of a simple pattern. Jumpsuits, long gowns, pencil skirts, and sneakers are now permitted as voted by our new student council. Please refrain from t-shirts, shorts, logos on clothing, and plastic shoes.

JJ knew she meant crocs.

By coming to the dance you are giving permission for the school to photograph you and/or put your picture on the school website, yearbook, social media pages, or posters.

And round of applause for you wonderful students, all of your teachers are very proud of you thus far. This concludes our Coyote Minute.

The announcements cut off as everyone continued about their day.

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Right after school Jen jumped on the bus to take her home. Her classmates bustled around her as she plugged in her headphones, knowing she would be one of the last people dropped off.

The cold air washed into the stifling bus as kids yanked down the windows. Winter was almost here in full force, which meant big jackets, chapped lips, sickness flying everywhere, and almost no snow days; despite what the students wanted.

Jen looked outside the window —like one of those sad music videos — and watched the cars go by, counting each red one.

She was listening to some pop song that was too basic and peppy to know the name of, when the bus abruptly stopped, smack dab in the middle of the crossroad of Deron Street and Falkerston Road, heading into downtown. If the bus hadn't stopped, almost half of the people occupying it would be climbing off right now at the small cinema. It was Friday after all.

Jen just wanted to get to her room and watch YouTube, before she had to go and discover herself at 4.

But she looked out the window to see 3 cars all rammed into each other from behind. The scene would have almost have been funny if she wasn't so impatient.

Rolling her eyes, she went back to her music, changing the Spotify station to something more melancholy; if she knew she was going to be in a terrible situation, it might as well have an appropriate soundtrack.

A/N
Again I am so sincerely sorry about this late update, and for the shortness. But I'm so glad I finished it!

If you're still reading this book then wow.

But I'm really excited for the next chapter in which we have the first Type Writers meeting!!!!

-Jamie