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Disclaimer: I do not own 1-800-where-r-u, nor do I own Jessica, Rob, Ruth or basically any of Meg Cabot's characters. Some characters however, are mine, and some more will be in future chapters =)
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Well. I should of known, I suppose. No fairytale happy ending for Jess Mastriani. That's my name- you've probably heard it before. That's because I'm Lightning Girl. A few years ago, I got hit by lightning and ended up with these special powers which enabled me to find missing kids and-... Why am I even writing this down? I don't have to. I guess it's just become a habit. I've written nearly all of what's happened to me in the last four years down, I guess, becuase I couldn't trust the Feds to do it. I mean, I was the one who was really there. I was the one who experienced everything. I was the one who suffered. They just followed me around, usually without me knowing, bugging my phone and harrassing my family. So yeah, I couldn't exactly trust them to get the facts straight.
But whatever. I mean, I really could kick myself for thinking that because everything was going along smoothly, it was going to stay that way. It was stupid of me to think that. Because of course, it wasn't. I mean, lets look back on the past four years of my life. I accidentally rescued a kid who didn't actually want to be rescued, got made to stay at Crane Military Base against my will while they did tests on me, had to bust out of there to go help the kid I messed up with, ended up blowing up a police helicopter in the process, saved a kid deep in a cave while literally at the same time trying to stop a sycho from murdering me....Then there was the quaterback, from my very own high school, that I helped bring to justice for killing a cheerleader, beating another one up, and kidnapping another girl. Oh yeah, and it was also my fault the main family restaurant got torched. And my brother Douglas's mental problems worsened because of the press following me around. Oh and don't forget the racist militia group I helped put in jail. And then I went to Afghanistan to help catch terrorists, and then just two years ago I busted up an underage teen runaway porn ring which included my fiancees little sister. So yeah. The past four years have just been a bowl of cherries for me. Naturally.
Don't get me wrong though. It hasn't been all bad. During those rough four years, I managed to spend quite a lot of time with Rob Wilkins, the guy who wouldn't go out with me due to the fact I was sixteen, and he was eighteen and on probation. Only for swimming in a public pool after hours. But still, since I was two years younger than him, still at highschool, and under the legal age of consent, he considered me jailbait. But breathing in the scent of his Coast washing detergent, while holding on to him as we sped down the highway on his Indian...that's one of my fondest memories. Though we were, of course, on our way to rescue a kid at the time.
He helped me out a lot, Rob, when it came to the kid rescuing thing. Two years ago, he proposed. Well, actually I asked him. But whatever. It was maybe not the most ladylike thing to do, but as everyone is fond of telling me, I don't really act like a lady too much. Well, I guess I do a little more than I did a few years ago. My brown hair, which was cut shorter than Rob's, is now a little longer. And as well as wearing my Cherry Chapstick, I also occassionally swipe on some mascara. I'm still pretty much a tomboy though. But anyway. A date for the wedding hasn't been set yet. We're kind of just enjoying a long engagment, after all the stuff we've been through it's nice to take a break. It's good having more time to plan it too, I guess. Ruth - my best friend- has been going crazy, trying to make me look at big white wedding dresses and sparkly veils and stuff. They're nothing like what I'll probably end up wearing on the day. She knows that but she won't give up trying to make me get one. But then that's just Ruth...
It was as I was sitting, thinking about all this, that the doorbell rang. I got up to open the door. And when I did, I couldn't of been more suprised.