Jenna
I wasn't a wimp. I wasn't one to cry and sass over little things. But the breakdown of my car on the drive to school had been the last straw. My breaking point. I began to cry at the top of my lungs, banging my fists against the steering wheel until I saw red. The black dye on my steering wheel had began to peel off, and I practically did see a patch of it's true colour, red. When my knuckles had gotten tired, I used my forehead as a substitute. "Stupid. Toyota. Camry.!!!" I scream, not minding the questioning glances shot at me by pedestrians. They definitely need to get a degree at 'Minding your own fucking business'. I get out of my car, after another ten minutes of silence, and I begin to kick against it with all my strength. "You gave up on me!!" I scream, hot tears streaming down my eyes. "Your just like the rest of my family". I realize this isn't really about the car anymore, and I begin to wail even harder. If that was even possible.
" Get a grip of yourself, woman " I hear a voice loom over me. "Talk about crazy" another guy mutters. And then I hear a chuckle. The chuckle, smooth and natural, might I add, makes my head to snap towards it's direction. There's a van packed just beside my coward of a car, and behind it's wheels is a face I'd never forget. His eyes lock with mine, and in that glorious moment, I'm Jennifer what_ever_the_hell_my_surname_is.
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CHANGING MATT
RomanceShe couldn't love him anymore than she already did, but he didn't feel the same. He just couldn't
