Jenna

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Toby:

     Pressing on the door as lightly as I could, I picked up the key from under the doormat and tried as best as I could to make no noise entering my house. I hadn’t told anyone I’d left last night and I was hoping no one noticed. When the door was about half open, it creaked, and I grimaced at the noise it made.

     From down the hall I heard a short intake of breath. “Toby?” Jenna whispered. I winced, tilting my head back.

     “I’m here Jenna.” I ran a hand through my hair and walked slowly into the living room. She was sitting on the couch, one leg folded over the other and her walking stick in her right hand.  And of course, she was wearing her glasses.   

     “Where did you go last night?” She said, her voice stiff. I sat down opposite her.

     “I went out for a walk this morning.” I lied, studying her blank expression. Her hand twitched.

     “No you didn’t. Don’t lie to me Toby.”

     “Fine, I needed some air last night and I just . . . didn’t feel like coming home.”

     “I was worried about you.” I rolled my eyes.

     “I can take care of myself. I’m not a child.” Jenna scoffed.

     “But you realize how stupid that was don’t you?” I stood up, my fists clenched.

     “I can do what I want.”

     “Maybe, but I needed you Toby. I needed you and you weren’t here.”  

     “My life doesn’t revolve around you.”

     “Yes you’ve made that clear,” the corner of her mouth curled up into a smug smile. “I remember when it used to.” I shuddered. I hated when she brought up whatever romantic past we had. The thought of ever touching Jenna like I once did made me shiver. 

     “That was different. Things are different.” She held her hand up to her glasses and adjusted them.

     “Yes they are.” My anger defused and was replaced with guilt.

     “I didn’t mean-”

     “Forget it. I’ll be ready for school in half an hour.” She stood up, grabbed her walking stick and shuffled out of the room. I sighed, sitting back down and putting my head in my hands.                                               

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