Another shorter chapter...I am so sorry. I wrote this in like two hours, not really proud. But, I couldn't figure out how to end this.

I sat uncomfortably in the assembly hall. Twice a week we had a stupid assembly hall where different drama classes, musical groups, and whoever volunteered came up and did a performance or two. The Floors had not yet volunteered. We weren't exactly up for performing rock in front of a bunch of drama and dance nut balls. Even in a school of totally open people, we were the outcasts of the outcasts. We (meaning the band and I) sat in the back of the room, I rolled my eyes as the announcer announced the performers.

"On next, from our musical Theater two class, is Tammy and Sarah performing Dancing Queen."

I almost barfed onto Jason's lap. I crossed my arms. "Abba, really?" I whispered to Harris who already looked sick.

"Hey, that's my girlfriend up there." He whispered back, looking rather disturbed.

I rolled my eyes. "You couldn't have dated someone who didn't sing Abba could you?"

"You and your hatred for Abba." Jason laughed.

I hated Abba, it was annoying and poppety. It was dancing music, I liked dancing, just not to Abba. I was a good dancer. Secretly, I took dance lessons. I had made it a point to not let anyone see. I had been dancing for a while, Fez and Jackie had been teaching me disco dancing for years. Not to mention I took ballet lessons when Fez had a fling for it. I wasn't bad.

It was one of the ways I made it into this school. I had a partial scholarship for my singing talent. One-hundred tried out and only twenty got in.

I took five group singing lessons a week, two group music lessons, three dance lessons, and one private singing lesson. Intermixed with the normal stuff. I worked very hard. Harder than many, I was very talented. I knew it too. I just didn't tell everyone about it.

I had the possibility of being the main singer in our group, the possibility of being one of the best at the school. Yet, I was too modest, as Jason, and at one point, my brother told me. I would not perform by myself. Unless it was an audition. I wouldn't have been in the school or even in The Floors, for that matter if I couldn't audition.

The song started and I put my head on Jason's shoulder, my hat nearly fell off my head. Harris looked over disgusted slightly. "Get a room you two."

"Just watch your girlfriend." I hit him in the side. "I know you want a room with her."

He just smirked.

I looked back to the girls. They didn't sound horrid. It was just Abba in general. They finally finished and I wanted to explode. We walked out of the hall. Harris ran over to his girlfriend and kissed on the mouth. I yelled before the teachers could. "Get a room!"

Jason put his arm around my shoulders and laughed. "Too bad we have drama class. I want a room."

"Me too." I hated drama class. It was compulsory for all students to take one drama class. Showing too much emotion, unless it was comedy, was not exactly my thing. Well, except for the one time when Eric had convinced everyone to participate in the church play of the Christmas Story. I played the angel, no surprise. But I wanted it to be the Kiss version. I was going to paint my face and scream...

"I want to sing hallelujah all night,

And celebrate Jesus Everyday!"

But Eric was against it.

I began to feel woozy. Like I was going to flashback again.

I looked over to Jason. "Jason, slap me or something. I'm remembering stuff, and I feel like I am going to have an episode."

"Jenifer." He shook my shoulders. He stopped and I looked into his eyes. They were so calming. "Keep your Zen, and if your going to kick someone's ass, make sure it is Edmund. He keeps staring at your ass."

"I'm ok." I raised up my hands. I hugged him around the neck, before our drama teacher, Mr. Holland, walked by. He stopped and looked at me.

"Miss Hyde." Mr. Holland stopped and looked at me. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine." I fixed my hat on my head.

He looked between us two. "Miss Hyde, you look unusual, even for someone as interesting as yourself. You are very pallid. I believe you should evade drama and visit the nurse."

"I am really fine Mr. Holland." The Zen was fading quickly. Don't kick your teacher's ass Jena.

"I am insisting upon this." Mr. Holland turned up his extremely long nose. "Mr. Brookling." He turned to Jason. "You seem to be incessantly close to Miss Hyde. I excuse you both from drama so that you may escort her to the nurse."

"Yes sir." Jason was not giving up on skipping drama. He took my hand and we walked down to the nurse's room.

I sat down on the nurses' table. Jason was on the outside of the door. Nurse Collins walked in and asked me what was the trouble.

"Nothing." I smirked. "Mr. Holland told me to come because I seemed pale."

"You do seem a tiny bit without color." She lifted a light to my eyes.

Flashback Start

"Oh dear." Kitty lowered the light from my eye. "It's just a broken arm, no concussion. What were you doing to make this happen? Why would you of all people be falling off the water tower?" I had really fallen off the water tower. Kelso was telling me that it was a curse. One Hyde fell, another one was next.

"Kelso dared me." I practically cried. "My hand has got to get better. I can't play guitar if it doesn't."

"Oh Jenifer." Kitty put her arm around my shoulder. "You will be ok."

I hadn't told her I had scholarship tryouts for the school was in three weeks. "No I won't." I started crying. I hadn't cried since Carl.

"Oh sweetheart." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Your arm will get better. It will only hurt a little longer."

"I'm not crying because of my arm. I'm trying out for the Wisconsin School Of Performing Arts and I can't tryout without my arm. They had a condition that one had to be multi-talented to receive a full scholarship. I can sing still, but it's not multi talent. I can only get a partial. I can't pay the other half." I cried into his shoulder. "I couldn't tell anyone, but I guess now I can."

"Is Jenifer alright?" I heard the voice of my black father walking in. I had barely met him more than a few months before. I was the result of a fateful meeting of my mother and him at a Christmas dinner party. It was a one night stand, that was also an affair. The one that made my step father found out a few years later, and left for.

I liked W. B. though, he had bought me a new guitar. An actual electric one. He also gave my brother and sister a record store, along with just being a father to me now.

Kitty smiled and stood up. "Oh, yes. Jenifer just has a broken arm."

I fell back onto my pillow and kept on crying.

"Mind if I stay and talk to her a little bit alone?" W. B. asked. Kitty nodded and walked out, at least I think she did. I didn't really know. I was crying too hard.

He sat down at the end of the bed. "I remember when Angela broke her arm. It hurt I know. She didn't fall off a water tower though. I have never actually heard of that one. Angela was riding her bike and fell on her arm. She cried like a baby." I just kept quiet. He stood up. "But I know that is not why you are crying."

I sniffed looking back to him. "You heard?"

He nodded. "Yes, and I wanted to tell you, that if you do get your scholarship, I will pay for the other half."

"I looked at him through my tears. "I can't ask you to do that. It's too much. You have already done so much."

"No, I don't think so." He laughed. "Steven is never going to college, and I want one of you to have some sort of real education. I want you to have the best start and chase your dream. Just buying you a guitar is never enough. You are my little girl. Can I call you that?"

"As long as no one else is around. My brother would laugh at me." I hugged him around the neck. It hurt my arm and I let go. "Owww..." I laughed. "Thanks Dad."

Flashback End

The Nurse cried out. "Miss Hyde."

I shook myself out of my flashback. "Sorry. Just thinking there for a moment." I was going to ignore it and keep going.

"Alright, other than that moment. Nothing seems to be the matter with you." She smiled. "Still, go back to your room and relax for a while. Maybe you can regain some color."

I nodded and ran out to Jason. "We have an excuse to have some time in my room. Alone."

He raised his eyebrows. "Let's go play some Romeo and Juliet upstairs. Except neither of us can die."

I laughed grabbing his hand. "Come on Romeo."

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