Jenny
You can’t climb up a wall. That’s my philosophy. If you try to climb up a wall, you’re probably going to fall straight to the ground. That’s why you need to build up a slope. If you want your life to improve, you need to work your way there gradually. You can’t cry yourself to sleep, wake up the next morning and say “my life will be great from this point on”. You need to slowly fix the problems in your life one at a time. Appreciate yourself a little more each day. If you climb a slope, and you fall, you won’t fall down completely. You can always keep climbing. That’s what my life is now. Super Six beat Rob and Scotch. I’m trying to stop cutting. I’m trying to build up my self-esteem and care less about what other biscuits think.
One day, I sit alone outside the school thinking. Sometimes, Drew will join me here and we’ll talk. But now I’m alone. The cuts on my wrist are healing but I fear I may have scars in their place. I bought some “scar therapy” cream for them but it doesn’t do too much. So I hide my scars. While I sit alone in the field, adjusting my bracelets so all my scars are covered, I hear leaves crackling. Instinctively, I tense up. I’m surprised when I see a tall, lean figure enter my vision. It’s Nick. “Hey,” he begins awkwardly. “Hi.” I reply cheerfully. He sits beside me on a cement bench right underneath a window. “So,” he begins shyly. I look up at him. “What’s up?” I ask. “I know all of this drama with Super Six and Rob and Scotch is probably over but I can’t stop thinking,” he begins. What does he mean? “I keep thinking about what a jerk I was like . . . I know I had to obey Rob and Scotch but I was still always picking on you and it was completely uncalled for.” He shifts on the bench and bites his lip. That’s not what I expected.
“It’s fine.” I insist casually. Nick raises an eyebrow. I’m quick to forgive. In fact, most people say too quick. But I don’t care. Everyone deserves a second chance. “What?” I ask. He looks suspicious. “It’s not fine, Jenny. I was an asshole.” He replies. “So what? It’s not your fault.” I say nonchalantly. Nick shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. We’re friends now right?” I ask hopefully. He looks down at me startled. Too soon? Who cares! Even if Nick acts like a jerk sometimes to impress his group of fudge-balls he’s a nice enough person. I accept everyone. “Friends?” Nick echoes surprised. “Sure!” I cheer. He ruffles my hair. “You’re really strange Jenny.” He murmurs. “Is that a good thing?” I push his hands off my hair. “Sure.” He agrees. “Good.” He takes a breath. “You’re not really as weak as they say you are.” He adds. I beam, a glow of pride in my cheeks. “Aww. Thanks.” I gush. He smiles and continues. “You’re not a little girl, you’re stronger than that.”
