It was a long, neverending day at school. Jackson was sent home before the other kids were.

Jackson and Eric began talking on the phone all afternoon. Willin was to depressed to even stop it.

"So what happened?" Eric asked excitingly. "Did you get in trouble?"
Jackson hesitated with his answer.

"Um...Well, its really none of your buisness Eric.." He said harshly. Eric felt hurt.
"I thought we were best friends?" He asked.

Jackson couldn't keep it in. He had to tell him.

"I went home early today, because my Foster m oms daughter died."

He confessed.

There was a long silence between lines. Speechless.

"Y-You still there?" Jackson asked.

"Yeah.." Eric answered. "Sorry buddy."
Jackson grinned.

"It's okay...I guess.." He sighed. "Willin doesn't know im on the phone."

"WHAT? Then get off!"
"No."
"Why not!?"

"She doesn't know im on here cause she's crying in her room."
"Shouldn't you be too?"
"..."

Eric spoke again.

"Is she still taking you to the dance?"

Jackson gasped. "Oh my gosh, I forgot all about that stupid thing!" He shouted. And hung up on him.

Eric smacked the phone down. This was the third-fourth time that happened.

"DUDE!!!"

Jackson quickly dialed Melissa's number.

Ring...Ring...Ring...

"Please leave a message after the beep"

"Hey Melissa." He started. "It's Jackson. I'll be over there to pick you up as soon as I can."
And hung up.

Jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to get something to eat. All the children were playing around the house. But the kitchen was diserted.

He found Willin. Lying against the fridge crying in her dress. Perhapes now is not a good time..

Eric's house (4:00 PM)

"Hey dad, I was wondering if you cuold do something for me." He said.

His father placed the paper down. "Sure what son?"
"I was wondering if you could give me and Taylor a ride to my school for the dance."
His father smirked. "S-Son I can't drive you tonight." He said in a more serious tone. "I got to go to a meeting."
"What meeting?" He asked. "Dad you work with comedians."
"I know." He said. "But we're having a very important lesson about what you 'should do' when nobody laughs at your jokes."
His only son stood before him with his head tilt low.

"M-Maybe you could ask one of your friends to give you a ride."

Eric smiled. He knew someone with wheels. He ran up to his room calling Jackson once again.

The line picked up.

"Hello?"
"Hey Jackson." He said.

"Eric this is not a good time.." he whispered over Willins cries.

"Look, I was wondering if you could give Taylor and I a lift to the school while you pick up Melissa?" He asked.

"Eric, I don't even know if im going to the dance."
"WHAT!?"
"Dude! My Foster mom is in no condition to go anywhere especialy in the streets!"
"But Jacky, Taylors gonna kill me! If I don't show up she'll never be my girlfriend!" He yelled. "Couldn't you help out a friend just this one time!"

Jackson was silent. He took a deep breath and spoke,

"Family. Comes. First."
Eric shook his head.

"I'm sorry Eric.." He said as he hung up. Eric slammed the phone down. (You'd think his phone would break already!)

He leaped onto his bed and looked toward the ceiling. His eyes glued shut...He suddenly remembered something.

The life of a mother is not easy to handle

He turned to the window, watching the traffic zoom by. But really, its almost as if time stopped for good.

"Whats else could I do?"

Jackson stood next to Willin comforting her. But failed. Nothing could cheer her up at this rate.

"Jackson..I-I need you to do something for me child." She stammered.

"Yes?"
"I need you to go gather up the children. Jenta's funeral is tonight." She said standing up. Wiping away the last few tears that sat apon her face. And leaving Jackson, heading to the living room.

"There's no way im going to the dance now.."

END OF CHAPPY

Weeee two chapters in one day! I'm on fire! -3