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JACKIE NEVER REALIZED how many clothes she'd owned until all of them were tossed around her room and her closet was completely bare. It was the morning of Halloween, and Nancy's offer was still replaying in her head. She should go, she knew that. There was a slim chance she'd ever see her friends from California ever again, they'd already stopped answering her calls.
She could pretend all she wanted—but being lonely and friendless in high school? Her senior year? It wasn't for her.
"Jesus," Max scoffed, hair unbrushed and still in her pajamas as she stood at the door of the bedroom. Jackie could hear Billy arguing with Neil from the kitchen, but it was drowned out by her sister's snort. "What happened?"
"Hurricane Jackie," she said, simply. Jackie was already dressed for the day, hair braided down her back and a soft sweater. But that didn't mean she was anywhere close to prepared for the stupid party. She knew that if she didn't find something to wear to it before she left for school, she wouldn't go.
And she needed to go. Needed to do something.
Max sorted through the clothes on Jackie's bed. Unfazed by this, Jackie continued to destroy her closet until she groaned in annoyance and fell onto her mattress. A hanger jabbed her side uncomfortably, only adding to her dismay.
"I'm taking this."
Jackie glared at her sister, watching her leave with one of her shirts. Colorful with stripes, Jackie couldn't remember when she'd worn it last, honestly. She was used to this—Max stealing her clothes. At least she had the nobility to warn her that time, usually Jackie would search until her eyes hurt, only to discover the article of clothing in Max's bedroom.
Clambering to her feet, Jackie tripped over something with a weird material. When she bent down, she realized it was her old leather jacket. "Huh," she murmured, quietly. This could work, she realized. It wasn't much, but it was something. If anyone asked, she was going as a greaser.
Slipping on her Converse, Jackie made her way into the kitchen. Neil was brewing a pot of coffee, Billy was long gone, seemingly sulking in his room. Jackie was grateful, she couldn't handle another angry morning with her step-brother, listening to him slam cabinet doors shut and grumbling under his breath.
"Good morning," Susan greeted her, kissing Jackie on the cheek. "Want breakfast?"
