Jet's Death

1 - How I Was Supposed To Die

You know that old, shitty game Dumb Ways to Die? The one that you can play on ipads or iphones or iphones or i-whatevers... Anyway, the stupidity behind my supposed death beats out all of those.

"JoJo!" I feel my Mother's voice shake my room and I respond by moaning, closing my eyes tighter, and sinking deeper into my plush bed. Oh please bring me back to the perfect dream I had been having before my alarm (my mother) called. I had been on a fantastic date with my long-time crush and oblvious best friend Mike.

"JoJo Emily Terrance, get down here now! Fish got out again and you know I can't run after the dumb dog!" Again? Fish had gotten out so many times this past month. Fish was something like an escape artist, any predicament that she somehow found herself in, she managed to get herself out of. I wish I was that talented.

Oh well, I have to get out of bed eventually. My eyes snap open and I pull the covers off instantly realizing that it is not only Monday, but a rainy Monday. I swear that there is nothing worse than a rainy Monday.

Rushing downstairs I immediately head out the front door and don't even take three steps before I feel my foot slip out from under me on the wet porch step and a crack rings through the air. I just lay there on the porch for awhile, waiting for the darkness to come flooding but when it doesn't I sit up, so completely revealed only to hit my forehead.

I look up to see a guy who is clutching his chin, I assume that is what I hit my forehead against. He's actually kind of cute. He has these pitch black eyes and hair that should intimidate me but don't, and he's wearing all black, but honestly I couldn't imagine him wearing anything else. With his ivory colored skin you would think he had never spent even a second in the sun and while he didn't look particular 'healthy' (skin wise), everything else looked perfectly normal, as he was quite obviously built. I could see his firm jaw clenched and his lips pressed into a line as his forehead was crinkled.

"Hi, I'm JoJo, but everyone calls me Jet. Sorry about your chin, didn't see you there. What's you're name by the way? And oh! Have you seen a very large, shaggy brown dog running around nearby? Her name is Fish and she's like 125 pounds, hard to miss, you know?" I always have too much to say at once, my words always tend to come out in jumbled ideas. I realize that it isn't very attractive, but who has the time to think before they talk? Not me that's for sure.

His eyes widen and he steps back immediately. I feel heat flush my cheeks and looks down at myself. Do I look scary? Oh, false alarm, I'm only wearing my teenage mutant ninja turtle pajamas. Absolutely nothing is scary about those, unless of course you're scared of reptiles. Oh shoot, is he afraid of reptiles? I finally pick myself off the steps and giggle when I hear my bright pink pig slippers make a little "Oink!" noise. My friend Audrey got them for me for my seventeenth birthday just three weeks before and I have been wearing them as much as possible.

"Did you never watch teenage mutant ninja turtles? I swear, it's not scary, although I can understand if you think it is. My pajamas are bit intense, and the lighting out here isn't great. Are you new to the neighborhood? I've never seen you around before. You definitely look older, maybe 20, 21? You know what, I bet you just rented one of the apartments on the street over! My aunt lives in those, they're really nice," great, more word vomit courtesy of Jet.

His face pales, if that's even possible, and he starts shaking from what looks like sheer terror as he takes slow steps backwards. "Okay, dude, I know I talk a lot, but I'm really not that scary, seriously, ask anyone," I raise my hands up in a surrender and that's when he turns around and sprints, and I mean sprints, down the street. What's up with him?

Just then, Fish comes around from the corner and rushes towards me in a mop of muddy fur and slobber. I immediately clamp down on her collar and shove her in the backyard, not wanting her to get the house dirty. "Found the dog Mom!" I yell as I walk carefully back into the house. I didn't want to trip on the steps twice in one day, I could get seriously hurt.

In a whirlwind I rush upstairs to my room and get ready in record time. My shoulder-length, completely unmanageable brown hair dried oddly last night. Up in a messy bun it goes. The bags under my eyes were quickly fixed with bebe cream and I slipped on my favorite pink skirt with a cute, white blouse, thigh high socks, and my favorite pair of boots. Not the best ensemble but it was acceptable for a Monday.

"Sweetie, you've got to have some breakfast before you go!" My Mom stopped me before I could get out the door. I step into the kitchen, grab my car keys in one hand, my over the shoulder bag in the other, and I bite down on the apple my Mom is holding out for me. I suck in, determined not to the let the delicious juice drip down my face. No drool for Jet, no sir-eee.

"Love you Mom, bye!" And with that I'm out and on my way to school. I've never been late to school before (I know what you're thinking, kiss-but -> I don't curse) and I wasn't planning on today being the first tardy on my spotless record. Well, mostly spotless, I had gotten a few detention for speaking out of turn but it was all good mannered, I swear.

Driving to school was more stressful than usual, cars seemed to gravitate towards me and quite a few times I was moments away from getting into an accident. I can assure you that with my skillful driving, I was able to get to school safely and without a single scratch on my ancient Honda.

The warning bell had just rung and my class was near the front door, perks of being a senior, so making it wouldn't be a problem at all. Sliding into my seat right on time I see Audrey give me a knowing look.

"Fish got out again, huh?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Don't you know it. You know, maybe I should trade her in for an actual fish, that way I wouldn't have to worry about my pet running off."

"You love that dog too much for that. Was she hard to find this time?" Audrey wondered as she brushed her curly red hair behind her ear. She was actually known for her hair around school, as it was always in perfect curls. People would always ask how she got it so perfect and she would just grin and say it was natural. However me, being her best female friend, knew that every night before bed she had a hair ritual and every morning when she got up she used hairspray to give it added volume.

"No, actually she came back to the house, but something odd actually did happen this morning. I managed to scare someone away."

She started laughing, really laughing and I frowned. "I'm serious, I was just being friendly and he ran away."

"You're the least intimidating person I know. So fine, you're a bit weird," I elbow her and she rolls her eyes, "but it works for you. I mean you couldn't scare a small toddler even if you wanted too."

"I know, that's what made it so weird."

Just then the teacher walked in, ironically five minutes late, and began our AP Biology class. So, I brushed off the events that had happened earlier that morning and focused on the day ahead.

Little did I know that things would only get weirder.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. I know that it's a bit short but #itried and I actually started this because I was bored. Love everyone who is reading this, I really do, and I hope to see you next chapter :)