I opened the door to find a girl around my age standing in front of what could
Only be her bed trying to sew fabrics on to her jeans "come on, seriously they
were 3 inches off how does that happen!" she said.she looked up and realize I was there "oh hi! You must be jenny" "hi and just call me Jen though" "
oh alright well I'm Viola Alexandra Princeton but my friend call me Alex nice to meet you" she said putting out her hand and I shook it
Alex was about 5 or 6 inches taller than me and very small and had beautiful wavy hair that came just past her shoulders I didn't expect someone like her to be at a school for mourning teens she seemed very happy and hyper to see me
"I was just about to head to the basement what to come I can introduce you to some of my friends!" she said smiling I agreed and we head down stairs the basement
It had a ping pong table and a pool Table but they looked like they could collapse in any second.
"hey everyone this is Jen Dove she's new here" Alex said as we walked to a near by couch "no way Sherlock" a girl with a supernatural t-shirt on said "you know what I mean" Alex turned " and this is Amanda" "hey what about us!" "oh is this is Beth, Jensen, and Quinn "nice to meet you Jen I'm Beth" "nice to meet you too" beth was a shorter girl but she had bright blonde hair that was cut in a pixie style and light blue eyes she seemed nice but you could sense a dreary feeling in her but I smiled on as did she and I'm Jensen "nice to meet you Jensen" he was very tall if I had to guess around 6' he had dark brown hair I could tell he was dating Amanda either that or they where extremely close.
"so why are you here?" "Quinn!" Alex said in shock "what babe I just was curious" "I'm sorry about him you don't have to answer that" "no It's okay, my best friend, her boyfriend, and I were in a car crash and they didn't make it."
they all looked at me for a few seconds before I was blindsided by Alex's bear hug "I'm sorry Jen" she said "it's okay but thank you". "what's going on her?" I spun around to see who it was.

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Margret Thompson's Academy for Morning Teens
Dla nastolatkówAll I want is my friends back. Now I'm stuck in an academy with crazy teachers and counselors, teens that don't even act or look like the are mourners and a boy I can't get my mind off of but how can I think about a boy right now. All I want is my f...