Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Knight or any of it's characters. Wish I do. But I don't. I do own Patrick, Jacqueline, and pretty much everyone in this first chapter.
I know that it has nothing to do with the Joker and it's not even set in Gotham city yet. It probably won't for a while yet, but bare with me, because I do have an idea of where I'm going with this.
"BUT IT'S NOT FAIR!" I screamed at my dad, who simply sat there looking at the computer screen. He had been doing this in an annoyingly calm manner for about ten minutes now, and it was beginning to drive me bonkers.
"PATRICK ALMOST NEVER GETS IN TROUBLE FOR THE DUMB STUFF HE DOE." I went on angrily. "HE'S…"I trailed off, and took a deep breath in a last ditch effort to try and contain the warm salty tears that were threatening to spill over. "Look dad, all I'm saying is why is it that he never gets in trouble when he does something wrong, but when I do I get grounded for a month. I mean seriously it doesn't even make sense."
Ok, know what, I'm a little ahead of myself here. You probably have a lot of questions by now, including why in the world am I so upset. (And perhaps you're also wondering how my dad can be so calm when I'm screaming at him. To be honest, so am I.) Well, in order to explain all of this, I need to hit rewind and pretty much go back to when I was just a baby…
Well, first of all, I've pretty much been going to church since before I was even born. And, yes, I am the quintessential "goody goody", and I really don't mind it. Well, most of the time anyways. It's been getting harder and harder to stay good. The thing is, my parents are kind of strict. This goes especially when it comes to boys and who I hang out with. This is mainly because my mom's a social worker and my dad trains people like my mom to be social workers. In other words, they know every single trick in the freaken book, and there's no way me or my brother could ever get away with anything. Normally neither of us would even try but this was a bit of a special occasion for me…but I'll explain that in a minute. Simply put, I don't have a whole lot of freedom in the first place. But then again some of it is my own choice… But that's another story.
Ok now you know what I'm like, but, there's a few other people I need to tell you about in order for this seen to make sense. First of all, my dad. He's a very level headed person, in case you hadn't noticed. He's also very funny. You wouldn't notice it at first, but stick around for more than five minutes and I guarantee you he'll have made you laugh one way or another. The second person you need to know about is my little brother, Patrick. He's part of the reason that I'm so upset. Patrick is possibly the most annoying boy on the planet Earth (and that's no joke). He loves to annoy me, and most of the time he does it by singing with his "perfect angel" voice. He also comes into my room completely unannounced, takes my stuff, embarrasses me in front of my boyfriend (jeez, and I thought that was my parents' job), and so on and so on and so on and…well you get the picture. Oh yeah, so, here's what happening. I had been begging my parents for the past couple of days to let me go to my boyfriend Matt's house. I hadn't seen him in a while and we missed each other a lot, so we thought it would be a good idea for me to go over to his apartment for a little while that Saturday. Well, as you probably already guessed, my parents had a very different idea. They didn't (and still don't) think it's appropriate for the girlfriend to go over to the boyfriend's apartment (and vice versa), especially when said apartment is in none other than Gotham City. So feeling frustrated and boldly rebellious, I called my boyfriend and told him to come pick me up at the corner at the end of my street. (I told my parents that I was going to a friend's house, and, oddly enough I actually made it to his house, and we had a great time together.). The problem is that it takes at least 2 hours just to get to Gotham, and I didn't get home until 11:00. My parents for waiting for me once I did get home, though, and they knew exactly where I had been. Apparently they knew from the very beginning, they just didn't tell me, for what reason I still have no clue. They probably wanted to see if I would actually follow through with it, which I did obviously. I would have thought they'd stop me since this isn't exactly the first time that this has happened, which probably isn't making my current situation any better. They told me I was grounded, I started getting more and more angry and upset, and then I started yelling and, well that brings me back to…
"Come on. Aren't you guys over reacting anyways. I mean all I wanted to do was see my boyfriend. If you can't stand to see you're "wittle baby girl" grow up, that's not my problem. And besides, I can't believe I'm grounded for a whole freaken month because of this. I mean I thought two weeks maybe, but a whole month."
"I told you not to say that word."My dad said, his voice calm as ever.
"What? What word? What the he-e-eck are you talking about?" Oh crap, that was close; I would be in even deeper trouble if my parents heard me cussing.
"I heard that, and I told you not to say the word freaken."
"Oh, well, whatever, it's not like it really matters. Look, it's not the worst thing in the world, I mean me seeing my boyfriend, is it? I mean what did you expect to happen."
"Well, a lot of things could happen. I trust you, but I know how it feels to be around someone and feel the way you do about him. That's how baby's happen, or at least how teenagers lose their virginity. And you said that the last time that you decided to sneak out, and I'm sure you don't want to relive what happened that time."
"Hey, we were protected." My lips curved into a smirk. I couldn't resist. What the hell. I mean, I was already grounded anyway. "And I know what happened last time, and it wasn't that big a deal."
Both of my parents looked up and shot me a warning look, and a deadly one at that.
"Jacqueline, you got kidnapped… Need I say more? And 'you were protected'. I should certainly hope you weren't fooling around."
"Jeez I was joking. Did you honestly think that I would have sex? Sheesh, I'm not stupid you know, I'm really not." Now I was desperately trying not to giggle. My parents both looked absolutely horrified.
"Whoa there, wait a minute. I never said that. And you better wipe that smirk of your face before I come over there and do it myself, this is not at all a joking matter. I can't believe the way you've been acting lately, Jack, I honestly don't know what to do with you. If you keep acting like this, I swear your bags will be packed and waiting for you the day you turn 18." My dad said, still just as calm and collected as before.
"Well since you guys don't trust me, and now you're threatening me, maybe I'll just go live with him once I turn 18. Or better yet, I'll just run away and go live with him now. Then none of this will matter anyways!"
And with that I walked out of the living. I actually started laughing when I got to my room upstairs, imagining the stunned expressions on their faces. Of course, I wasn't that naїve. But hey, it was kinda funny to do that to my parents. I mean, they honestly seemed to think I was willing to do that. If they were going to worry themselves into a tizzy, then I might as well have a little fun with them right?
I lay down on my bed and stare at my ceiling, thinking about how long the next year was going to be. I'm going to be 17 in one week. My birthday party is certainly going to be…interesting since my parents aren't too fond of any of my friends, provided they even let me have one since I'm grounded now…OH CRAP. I bolted up right on my bed, freaking out with the sudden realization that I might not even be allowed to have a party. Ok, ok, calm down Jacky, calm down. You just have to be good for the next week, or at the very least pretend to be good. Maybe I can get them to not call it off. I took a deep breath and decided that I would just have to make it look good. Hmm…I suppose I could just do what they want for now. I'll wear those awful outfits mom wants me to wear. I'll avoid using freaken and stupid and whatever other word dad doesn't like me to use. I'll stay in the house, do my homework, practice piano… I'll just have to make it look like I'm giving in. Easier said than done, but I had to try. I had been planning this party since 2 months earlier. To a normal person it probably wouldn't have been that big a deal, but me and my brother alternated every year on who got the big expensive birthday party, and last I hadn't gotten a sweet 16 because it had been his turn. I still hadn't quite gotten over that one, which sounds childish I know, but my brother almost got (gets) treated better than me. My parents would, of course, never admit this but it's true. Even my brother notices it. It's always driven me crazy how he gets treated better. I mean, I ask for a few extra dollars to go shopping with and I get nothing, but he asks and he gets $30.00, because he's younger...OH PLEASE. Only by two years. He asks to go to his girlfriend's house, and he gets to go, but I ask and they tell me no because they don't think he's trustworthy…and again OH PLEASE. Patrick's girlfriend is a total slut. I would give you more examples but I think you get the picture. I don't like my little brother at all and I'm not too fond of my parents either… I can't wait till I turn 18. I'll go live in Gotham, and I bet they won't even miss me back here in this stupid, boring little town… before I know it my eyes are closed and I am fast asleep, having wonderful dreams about living with Matt in Gotham City. Oh yeah, this was going to be one very long year.
Like I said, no characters from the movie yet, but there will be….Reviews make me very happy. (hint hint.)He'd alHhh klkjKJLjlkjLKJLKJLK
