Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Christmas

It was that time of year again, Christmas time. The city was covered in blankets of snow. The only problem was Jordan had become the Grinch, she hated it. She didn't wanna do anything. And if everyone took a guess why they'd be right, it is the first Christmas without Justin. The young teen was struggling hard with her sobriety and had been lashing out at everyone.

One afternoon Jordan was sitting in the Principal's office slouched in a chair, she didn't know why she was even here. She glanced over at the kid next to her and saw him holding his injured shoulder and wrist. A moment later Hank rushed into the office and saw his daughter there with an injured kid sitting next to her.

"Ah, Mr. Voight, I'm glad you here. Follow me please you to Jordan". The principal said.

The father and daughter followed her into the office and shut the door, Hank glanced over at his daughter he knew this was gonna be a hard time for her.

"So what happened". Hank started.

"We had to pull Jordan off of Andrew, she had dislocated his shoulder and probably broke his wrist".

"He started it". Jordan spat.

"Jordan". Hank warned his daughter.

"He did, he wouldn't stop messing with me and when he pushed me I got him back. I was defending myself".

"Regardless of what happened, that doesn't give you the right to injure him". The principal told her.

"He got what he deserved".

"Jordan". Hank warned his daughter again.

"Being that it close to winter break, Jordan will be suspended until school starts again".

"What?! Why do I get suspended but he doesn't?" Jordan demanded.

"We will deal with Andrew".

"Screw this I'm outta here".

Jordan grabbed her stuff and left the office, she headed out to her father's car once in she slammed the door and put her seat belt on. The fourteen-year-old was trying hard not to break. A second later Hank got in the driver seat and looked at his daughter.

"Jo-" Hank started but was cut off.

"Don't dad. Just don't". Jordan said, her voice of shaky and full of anger.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me".

"I don't wanna talk about it".

"Sweetheart it's bad if you keep bottling that up, it's gonna make you break. Don't slip and fall".

"I just wanna go home".

"Alright, I can take you home".

As Hank drove he'd glance over at her, he knows deep down she's struggling hard as hell to not slip.

"When'd you wanna put up the tree?"

"Never. I don't wanna do Christmas this year dad".

"You loved putting on the star".

"That's when I was little, I don't wanna put up the stupid tree, I don't wanna decorate, I don't wanna do anything. If you wanna do it fine be my guest just don't involve me. Have the others over for all I care just don't involve me with any of it".

"Can we at least get you something?"

"What I want no one can get it for me, no matter how hard you try or the other try. I'll never get it".

Hank knew what she meant and she was right, she wanted her mother and brother back and there was no way of bringing them back. If he could he would.