Jennifer's Story
Jennifer pulled on her light blue sleeveless shirt that said "Here I am, where are your other two wishes?" Across it and tied up her shoes. She was dressing out for gym in her usual stall. The "stall's" had no doors and weren't that big. 2-3 people usually dressed in one. With Jennifer usual dressed with her best friend, Jessica Thompson. "You know Coach Tidwell will freak when she sees she wearing that, right? Not to mention Coach Myers and Coach Smith," Jess pointed out. "So what? They wanted me to start dressing out and I refuse to run around and get sweaty in a t-shirt or sweater. You must be cray-zay!" Jennifer exclaimed. Coach Tidwell was the girl coach, and the other two were guys, just to clear that up.
Jennifer and Jess walked out together, going to their role call areas and sitting down.
Coach Myers walked down the rows, making sure each kid was dressed out and not doing anything stupid. He stopped at Jennifer. "Jennifer, you know that shirt is not acceptable." He said. Jennifer looked down at her shirt. "What? This old thing? It doesn't show anything. And it's not a spaghetti strap. It has really, really small sleeves." She said. "You can get away with it for today. And today ONLY. Tomorrow bring acceptable clothes. With big sleeves." He added. She rolled her eyes as he left. "Told you!" Jess said and Jennifer shrugged.
"Okay, everybody stand up," Coach Myers screamed over the loud gym noise. Everybody stood up, still talking. "Everybody sit down," He yelled and kids groaned and there were various "SHUT UPs!" going around as they sat down. The noise quieted down and Coach Myers said "Stand up" and everybody did silently. "Jumping jacks, 1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2 fashion. Wesley, come up and do these. Russ, come and get ready to do stretches. Jessica Thompson, come up and do squat thrusts (ooh I HATE THOSE!!!!!) and Shantae, come do push-up positioning. Okay, Wes, begin!" Coach Myers said.
"1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 5!" Was screamed across the gym as kids did their jumping jacks, everyone except Jennifer, who stood examining her nails. Her boyfriend Jeremy stood behind her shaking his head. "You are going to get into so much trouble," He whispered to her as they prepared to do stretches.
"1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 5!" More screaming as they stretched. Jennifer looked up from her nails and saw Coach Myers glaring at her. "Jennifer!" He yelled from across the room and motioned for her to go over to him. She trotted over to him. "Hi, Coach," She said cheerfully. "Squat thrusts, now," He ordered. "With, everything, right?" "No, I want you to demonstrate. Then after you demonstrage Jessica go sit back down and you'll do them with the class," He said. "That's not fair, Coach!" She exclaimed. "Life's not fair," He said. "Damn straight," SHe muttered as she walked over to where Jessica was standing. "You might as well go siddown there is no way out of getting out of this," She mumbled. She quickly smoothed her hair out.
She decided she might as well get it over with, although 10 squat thrusts was 10 times all that she could manage. She quickly did them, though. Just to get it over with and to get school over with-she and Jeremy and some friends had some "festivities" do deal with.
***That night-it's Friday night***
They stood outside in the cold in an alley. "They" being Jennifer, Jeremy, Jess, Willie, Marcus, Tahj, and DaQuan. Most of them were drinking from beers they had stolen, or alcohol that Jennifer had tooken from her parents Alcohol Cabinet-they were usually to drunk to notice, anyways. Suddenly they heard police sirens. "Holy shit!" Jeremy shrieked and hid the bottle he had been drinking behind an old bench. The others began panicking, but Jennifer and Jeremy and Jess split quickly. Unfortunately, it was the wrong way. Jennifer crashed into a police man who had been hiding around a corner and while she tried to struggle away from his grasp he kept a firm grasp on her and she could hear Jeremy struggling and cursing at the guy who had him. Where had Jess gone??!! Her mind wondered as she gave up struggling.
"Jennifer? Again?!" The guy yelled as he got a look at her face. "Damn, Matt!" She yelled at him. Matt had arrested her before in almost the exact same situation except she had been doing drugs. "Fuck, man, this ain't funny! Matt c'mon let us go!" Jeremy pleaded. "Not this time JJ," He said sadly. "C'mon Matt, we already have a record! Our parents are thinking of sending me to some school in CANADA!" SHe exclaimed as he escorted her to the police car. "I know that school. Mount Horizon. Wonderful school, you'd do great in it. It'd really help you. Sophie is my friend," He said thoughtfully. "I don't give a damn who the hell Sophie is!" "You've got a mouth on you," He said. "Tell Daddy Dearest that!" SHe muttered.
For some backround on her home life here it is. She lives in Los Angeles, California in this huge house. Her father is a famous movie producer and her mother owns her own business Although they don't abuse her, they neglect her a lot. Sometimes she's been left by herself for weeks at a time while her parents pretend she and her younger brother, Wyatt, didn't exist at big fancy parties with Keanu Rives (SP?) and Brad Pitt. They don't have maids or cooks, but their house is stocked with food, and, instead of pursuing an acting or singing career (which with famous parents would be easy to do), she prepared to be a chef. Her parents were also going on and on about how they were the best parents she could have and they care for her and her behavior needs to stop, but this just makes Jennifer act even worse.
Back to the story.
Jennifer sat in the police station waiting for her parents to come in. They had been called from some elegant party in Hollywood so she knew they would probably punish her by locking her in her room, with Wyatt sneaking food when they left, and then unlock her and probably leave for 2 or 3 weeks, she having to tend to Wyatt if he got sick or in trouble. Like usual.
Jennifer pulled on her light blue sleeveless shirt that said "Here I am, where are your other two wishes?" Across it and tied up her shoes. She was dressing out for gym in her usual stall. The "stall's" had no doors and weren't that big. 2-3 people usually dressed in one. With Jennifer usual dressed with her best friend, Jessica Thompson. "You know Coach Tidwell will freak when she sees she wearing that, right? Not to mention Coach Myers and Coach Smith," Jess pointed out. "So what? They wanted me to start dressing out and I refuse to run around and get sweaty in a t-shirt or sweater. You must be cray-zay!" Jennifer exclaimed. Coach Tidwell was the girl coach, and the other two were guys, just to clear that up.
Jennifer and Jess walked out together, going to their role call areas and sitting down.
Coach Myers walked down the rows, making sure each kid was dressed out and not doing anything stupid. He stopped at Jennifer. "Jennifer, you know that shirt is not acceptable." He said. Jennifer looked down at her shirt. "What? This old thing? It doesn't show anything. And it's not a spaghetti strap. It has really, really small sleeves." She said. "You can get away with it for today. And today ONLY. Tomorrow bring acceptable clothes. With big sleeves." He added. She rolled her eyes as he left. "Told you!" Jess said and Jennifer shrugged.
"Okay, everybody stand up," Coach Myers screamed over the loud gym noise. Everybody stood up, still talking. "Everybody sit down," He yelled and kids groaned and there were various "SHUT UPs!" going around as they sat down. The noise quieted down and Coach Myers said "Stand up" and everybody did silently. "Jumping jacks, 1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2 fashion. Wesley, come up and do these. Russ, come and get ready to do stretches. Jessica Thompson, come up and do squat thrusts (ooh I HATE THOSE!!!!!) and Shantae, come do push-up positioning. Okay, Wes, begin!" Coach Myers said.
"1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 5!" Was screamed across the gym as kids did their jumping jacks, everyone except Jennifer, who stood examining her nails. Her boyfriend Jeremy stood behind her shaking his head. "You are going to get into so much trouble," He whispered to her as they prepared to do stretches.
"1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 5!" More screaming as they stretched. Jennifer looked up from her nails and saw Coach Myers glaring at her. "Jennifer!" He yelled from across the room and motioned for her to go over to him. She trotted over to him. "Hi, Coach," She said cheerfully. "Squat thrusts, now," He ordered. "With, everything, right?" "No, I want you to demonstrate. Then after you demonstrage Jessica go sit back down and you'll do them with the class," He said. "That's not fair, Coach!" She exclaimed. "Life's not fair," He said. "Damn straight," SHe muttered as she walked over to where Jessica was standing. "You might as well go siddown there is no way out of getting out of this," She mumbled. She quickly smoothed her hair out.
She decided she might as well get it over with, although 10 squat thrusts was 10 times all that she could manage. She quickly did them, though. Just to get it over with and to get school over with-she and Jeremy and some friends had some "festivities" do deal with.
***That night-it's Friday night***
They stood outside in the cold in an alley. "They" being Jennifer, Jeremy, Jess, Willie, Marcus, Tahj, and DaQuan. Most of them were drinking from beers they had stolen, or alcohol that Jennifer had tooken from her parents Alcohol Cabinet-they were usually to drunk to notice, anyways. Suddenly they heard police sirens. "Holy shit!" Jeremy shrieked and hid the bottle he had been drinking behind an old bench. The others began panicking, but Jennifer and Jeremy and Jess split quickly. Unfortunately, it was the wrong way. Jennifer crashed into a police man who had been hiding around a corner and while she tried to struggle away from his grasp he kept a firm grasp on her and she could hear Jeremy struggling and cursing at the guy who had him. Where had Jess gone??!! Her mind wondered as she gave up struggling.
"Jennifer? Again?!" The guy yelled as he got a look at her face. "Damn, Matt!" She yelled at him. Matt had arrested her before in almost the exact same situation except she had been doing drugs. "Fuck, man, this ain't funny! Matt c'mon let us go!" Jeremy pleaded. "Not this time JJ," He said sadly. "C'mon Matt, we already have a record! Our parents are thinking of sending me to some school in CANADA!" SHe exclaimed as he escorted her to the police car. "I know that school. Mount Horizon. Wonderful school, you'd do great in it. It'd really help you. Sophie is my friend," He said thoughtfully. "I don't give a damn who the hell Sophie is!" "You've got a mouth on you," He said. "Tell Daddy Dearest that!" SHe muttered.
For some backround on her home life here it is. She lives in Los Angeles, California in this huge house. Her father is a famous movie producer and her mother owns her own business Although they don't abuse her, they neglect her a lot. Sometimes she's been left by herself for weeks at a time while her parents pretend she and her younger brother, Wyatt, didn't exist at big fancy parties with Keanu Rives (SP?) and Brad Pitt. They don't have maids or cooks, but their house is stocked with food, and, instead of pursuing an acting or singing career (which with famous parents would be easy to do), she prepared to be a chef. Her parents were also going on and on about how they were the best parents she could have and they care for her and her behavior needs to stop, but this just makes Jennifer act even worse.
Back to the story.
Jennifer sat in the police station waiting for her parents to come in. They had been called from some elegant party in Hollywood so she knew they would probably punish her by locking her in her room, with Wyatt sneaking food when they left, and then unlock her and probably leave for 2 or 3 weeks, she having to tend to Wyatt if he got sick or in trouble. Like usual.