So this is my new story.. The Jonas Brothers will be in it soon.. But not in this chapter.. And a fair warning, they won't be themselves.. Like, as a band. But yeah. Here's the first chapter, let me know what you think so far and if I should continue. We're reading this amazing book (Ordinary People) in my Contemporary Lit class and I love the way it is written so I'm doing it like that kinda. Yup. Lemme know what ya think. Enjoy!

"Amanda! Get up!" She opened her eyes, groaning. Looked at the clock, 7:15 A.M. It took her a moment to focus on the dark room around her.

"Amanda!" Her mom called. Again. Never giving her a chance to show she was awake.

"I'm up!" She forced herself to call out. She moved to the mirror, staring at an empty reflection. Her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes. Face and body pale. Skinny with ice blue eyes staring back, blankly.

She moved slowly around her room to the closet, stepping over clothes and other random objects. Her room hadn't been cleaned in over a year. She found the perfect outfit. Black skinny jeans and a plain purple long sleeve shirt, plus converse. She brushed her hair. Blonde with neon blue underneath. Applied more eyeliner. Picked up her black book bag and went down the stairs. Eyes still red from the weekends activitie's. Fun. Avoiding eye contact, she moved quickly to the door. Ready to leave.

"Amanda?" Too slow. She turned back. Looked at the floor.

"Don't you need lunch money?" She nodded. Extended her arm. Took the money and smiled.

"You're very strange this morning. Do you feel okay? Are you still sick from the weekend?" Shook her head. She was never sick. A lie. Out the door, wanting to be gone.

"Mandy!" Stacie called from the pulling up convertible. She climbed in next to Riley. Chase in the front.

"Does anyone actually want to go to school?" Everyone laughed at Riley's stupid question. An obvious 'no.' Stacie pulled a sharp right. Last minute. Drove to the bridge. Their usual spot.

"Better make these calls convincing. If I get busted skipping again I'm screwed." Mandy pointed out.

"Same here." Riley added. Stacie pulled out her phone. Called the school. Excused Mandy. Mandy called next. Excused Stacie. Waited a few minutes. Riley called. Excused Chase. A few more minutes. He excused Riley. It worked. Riley pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Everyone copied her action, lighting one and smoking it. Mandy's phone rang. Damon was calling.

"Hey." She quickly answered.

"Hey baby. You guys at the spot?"

"Of course. Definitely not at school." She let out a laugh.

"Alright. I'll be there soon. You want the usual stuff, right?" Silly question.

"Duh." He'd be there within twenty minutes. He was 21. Mandy and her friends, 17. Seniors in high school. When he showed up, he pulled out her paper bag. Weed. Vodka. Meth. Her usual. Didn't take long for Mike, Aiden, Avery, and Spencer to come. Spencer was Riley's best friend since they were three. She was dating Aiden. Damon was Stacie's brother. Mandy's boyfriend.

Mandy lit a joint, breathing in the sweet toxic smoke. It had been three years since her first time. A 14 year old, new to the school. First friend to come along was Stacie. Didn't know she was in a bad crowd. Second, Riley. Then Spencer. Chase. Then Stacie took her home. She met Damon. Then weed. A new kind of friend.

She started after she met Damon. Thought he was cute. She wanted to impress him. Peer pressure helped her start though.

"You're seriously the hottest friend Stace has ever brought home." Damon had winked. 14, chills tingling down her spine.

"Smoke?" She shook her head. She didn't do that.

"Bummer. Good stuff. Feels good." He stood up and walked away. She blew it. Two days later Mandy was choking. Smoke entered her lungs. Good weed. A week later, regular cigarettes. A day more, any kind of alcohol she could get her hands on. One month after weed, she was introduced to crack. Then meth. 14 years old.

"Mandy?" Damon pulled her out of her memory. Back to now. She looked up, smiled. Took another hit off the joint. He kissed her softly. Ready to take the meth, it was noon. Lunch at school. Her phone rang. Her mom was calling. She flipped open her phone.

"Hello?"

"I won't be home until 11:00 or so. I left 20 on the table for dinner. Get what you want." Score. More money. It wouldn't be used for dinner. Damon led her down the trail, along the river. Below the bridge, into the woods. He gently kissed her, then harder. Both shirts off, still kissing.

"Mandy?!" Shit! We gotta go!" Stacie screamed.