Ok, I hated my first draft of this. So I re-wrote it. I don't claim anything...but Jena, and any character in the fictional Central Wisconsin High School for Performing Arts...lol

"Hyde!" My boyfriend and band manager, Jason called after me. "Jenifer!"

I turned around, dropping all of my books. As a Junior here at the Central Wisconsin High School for Performing Arts, I had one too many school books. My brother would have been laughing at me. The once little Jena who hated school, carrying my school books and worrying about grades. Now, here I was leaving a day of school to go to band practice with my friends.

Jason helped me pick up my books. I stood up with all my books with one hand, and tried to fix my fluffy light brown hair with the other.

I laughed before he kissed my lips. He let go before the teacher walked out. Although it was a very alternative school, public displays of affection were only allowed on stage or in private.

"Alright, so you and I do have a date tonight."

I walked with him, he held his hand around my shoulder. "After band practice." I replied. "And maybe this time we will make it out of the car and into the movie theater." I refferenced the last date when we had been making out so much in the parking lot that we had ended up missing the movie.

"Oh yes, the ever important band practice." He walked over with me to my locker beside his. It was the way we had met nearly two years ago. I stuffed my books into my locker, covered in old Led Zepplin pictures. With the exception of three old pictures taped to the very back.

One, was of my brother and I back from when I was 12, we didn't even know a picture had been taken. I was sitting on his lap playing on the old guitar.

Beside that picture, was one of my old family as I called them. It was really just my brother, his friends and I all together getting ready to go to a disco party. I had only been allowed to go because it was my price for helping him learn how to dance. I had always found that picture funny, everyone had decided to dress up, even myself, in my only dress. I always felt funny in it. Normally I had worn my brother's old tee shirts and shorts. That was until I was about 13 and the family I lived with insisted upon buying me my own clothes.

The last was somewhat bittersweet. It was a picture of the last time I had been home. New Years eve, 1979. I was smiling with my brother, who had his arm around my shoulder. I was much older than in the first one, I was sixteen with ambition. I could never figure out why I kept the picture. My brother and I had fought that night, and I had left many things unresolved.

Jason wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. "Come on. The movie is not that late and band practice has to last at least an hour. You seem kind of off today."

I turned around and kissed him. "I'm coming. Thinking that's all. I had a new song Idea."

"You always say that when you're sad about something." He ran his finger through my hair.

"Yeah, this is going to sound weird, but I miss home." I said feeling forlorn. I hadn't thought about home in a long time. Today just felt funny. I looked back to my locker and my calander.

May, 17th, 1981.

I didn't understand what was so sentimental about the day. I just felt missing my old home. Not that I had much left. I had my foster parents, Red and Kitty Foreman. I was rarely happy with my real family. What family I had. My step father had run off when I was 6 and my mother was a complete and utter whore. She never really cared about me. My real father I had not even met until I was fifteen. I sort of knew him, but not as well as I would have wanted. He was paying for part of my schooling.

I was only really was ever happy with my brother, Steven, who was the best part of my family. Even if he was completely stoned all the time (I sometimes ended up like that myself). He at least took care of me. He made sure I had something to eat when my mom forgot. He made sure I had some kind of clothes, even if it was either his old tee shirts or over sized hand me downs from his friend, Donna. He even made sure to "borrow" my favorite Steve Miller records from the stores.

I practically hated him now. He hadn't spoken to me since that night a year and some odd months ago.

We had fought because he hadn't called me, or spoken to me since I had joined my school. I didn't know that W.B. (my real father) had shut down all the record stores but the one in Point Place. I didn't know that he had illigitamantly married a stripper instead of who I had always wanted him to marry, Jackie.

Lastly, after we had fought nearly twenty four hours after the countdown to a new decade. He told me, he didn't think my dreams mattered and that talking to me over the phone would only drag on the lie. I slapped him, packed everything I had brought, hugged Red and Kitty before jumping on the first bus back to school. I didn't speak to anyone but Kitty for six months, but I stopped answering the phone after a while.

"Jena. If you don't want to go to band practice or the movie, we can go to your room. You do miss it so much." He laughed as I turned around and gave him a stern look.

"Jason, not my room. That's not my home. The Foreman's house. That's my home." I said walking away from my locker slamming the door.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked running beside me down the hall. Everyone else was leaving and I walked out the door to the grounds. "You never talk about your home." He stopped in front of me. "Your not pregnant are you?"

"Jason!" I practically yelled. "No. If I was, I would have told you." I really would have, I like kids, but I wouldn't want to keep it a secret. I would need help. I also was not going to deny the fact we had "done it." I hadn't been a virgin since I was fourteen. I had lost it to a friend named Carl, we weren't even dating. He was moving to Los Angelos and he had been my best friend since I could remember. He had always liked me and I liked him, so we decided to have one night of fun together. Needless to say, I lost my virginity. I didn't like it, so I didn't have sex again until I met Jason.

"Ok, your just worrying me Jen." He looked concerned.

I smiled back. "Jason, I just can't stand not talking to anyone. It has been so long since I talked to anyone. I even want to talk to my brother."

"Your brother? You really aren't feeling good." He said putting his hand to my head. "You're not warm though."

"Jason, I need to get my guitar from my room." I rolled my eyes. He shut up, so did I.

An hour later we were finishing up band practice. We went over our newest song one more time. I had one fantastic guitar solo.

"Ok, everyone." Harris, our drummer and self appointed leader, said as we stopped. "Sounded good. Beer's for everyone."

We put down our instruments, and sat on one of the old speaker's in Harris' dad's home. He lived off campus which was great. We wouldn't get in trouble with anyone.

He tossed me one, I caught it and let it de-fiz.

I just stared at it.

Flashback Start

That day, was like allot of days when I'm not at school. My brother and I had headed down to the Foreman's house. The adults were having a party, and he was hopping to swipe a few beers with his best friends in the basement. He had decided to bring me along. I figured it was because I was a better beer swiper than Eric (his best friend) was. Although, Steven only ever gave me a few sips. He told me I had to wait till I was thirteen to have a full one.

It seemed though, he had not brought mw along to swipe anything. He was still trying to force scrawny Eric into swiping a beer. Donna, the tall red head and Kelso, the supposedly handsome idiot were also leaving me alone this time and were trying to force Eric into it. He was resisting as normal. I wanted to fall off the dryer laughing at them all.

"If my dad catches me copping beers I am dead." Eric said in slight panic mode. His dad, Red, was someone no one wanted to cross. He would stick his foot up your ass if you did. Literally.

"That is a risk I am willing to take." My brother said seriously. He was always serious. "It's either you or Jena, unless you think you can be bested by a little girl."

"I am small and fragile." I laughed sitting forward onto my hands. "You could loose your status as a man, if you had any."

Kelso's face turned into his upturn smile as he yelled, "Burn!"

"Ok, I am going!" He walked over to the old stairs. "I am so dead."

Don't worry about it! Just remain calm, keep moving." Kelso said laughing.

"And above all, don't get sucked into my dad's hair." Donna said with complete seriousness.

I raised my eyebrow. "What's wrong with your dad's hair?"

"You don't even want to know." Donna said leaning back.

"Just go Foreman, or in ten minutes all the beer opportunities will be gone!" Steven said urging Eric to go.

Eric ran up the stairs. I smiled and hopped off the dryer. "You want me to go and make sure he actually does it?"

"Nah. Let the little birdy fly." My brother said smiling behind his glasses.

"It's a shame none of us have a car. It would be so much easier to go to the Todd Rugren concert." Donna said as I sat on the couch's edge.

"Can I come if you get to go?" I asked.

"No way. We can't be seen with some twelve year old." Kelso said looking like an idiot. His face went blank. "Can we?"

"You are seen with your girlfriend who looks like she is twelve all the time and unlike her, I'm not annoying." I said attempting a come back.

"I have taught her well." Steven grinned at me. "If we do go, and we have an extra ticket, you can come."

I smiled from ear to ear. "Yes." I loved music. More than anything I loved music. I desperately wanted to be a rock star someday.

"I got beer!" Eric came back into the basement carrying five beers. He handed one to me. My brother pulled it out from under me. I stuck my tongue out at him. My brother rolled his eyes gave me back the beer and lifted his into the air.

"To Foreman!"

"To Foreman." Everyone chanted back lifting their beers into the air.

I took a sip of beer.

"And that is enough for you." Steven pulled the beer out from under me as I took another sip.

"Come on, it's only a few more months." I pouted.

"You want to go to the concert?" He asked and I shut up.

"Speaking of that, my dad was talking about giving me the Vista Cruiser." said Eric.

"Have I ever told you how incredibly attractive you are Eric?" Donna asked before popping her beer tab and taking a sip.

"No." Eric said inquisitively.

Kelso laughed. "You told me he was cute."

Donna stuttered. "No, I didn't." I held back a laugh. Everyone knew they liked each other. They had always liked each other.

"Yeah you did." Kelso said looking like an idiot. "I remember because you told me not to say anything in front of Eric!"

I jumped across the couch and put my hand on Kelso's mouth. "Shut up and drink your beer."

Flashback end

"Hyde!" Harris' voice sounded after what only felt like a moment. I felt myself shake. "You ok? You have never just stared at a beer without drinking it before?"

I popped the tab and took a swig, good, almost as good as it had once been. "I'm fine. Just a little out of it."

The guys all shook their heads, as the only girl. They normally just blamed hormones.

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