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What You Leave Behind
Chapter 2
"Hey, Jenny! Wait up!" Jenny Ingram turned her head to see her cousin Jamie Waite trying to catch up. She stopped and waited for him, "Could you do something for me?" He asked once he caught up to her.
"As long as it doesn't involve anything that has to do with Matt Banks. I'm a 100% fine with it," Jenny said referring to the time in the 8th grade when he had tried to fix her up with his best friend at the time. That was before he had met Caitie Roth and still hung out with Jenny at school.
"How was I supposed to know he would hit Sarah Collins in the head with a tape measure? (A/N: one of my friend's ex-boyfriend actually did that to me, but it was okay because another friend gave me a cookie). Anyways I just want you to put this note on Caitie's desk. You still have chemistry with her, right?" Jamie asked and handed Jenny a folded piece of notebook paper. Jenny thought about saying no, she didn't really care for her that much, but the look on Jamie's face made her change her mind.
"Yes, I do," Jenny replied and then with mischievous smile on her face began to unfold the note, "Mind if I-" She started and then stopped as her face paled with the sight that was behind Jamie. It was guy that she had never seen for her, holding something Jenny had never seen before in real life, a gun.
"What?" Jamie asked following her gaze. Just as he did the guy and aimed his gun at Jenny, but because Jamie was turning at that moment, he got Jamie right in the head. As Jamie fell to the ground some of his blood splattered on Jenny's T-shirt, but Jenny didn't seem to notice she was too terrified.
The killer, as Jenny would refer to him in her mind, gave her look as if to say you're next. Jenny didn't wait around for her a second glance. She took off as fast as she could in the other direction.
A few moments later Jenny took refuge beside a set of lockers by bringing her legs in close to her body and putting her arms around them. For further protection she shut her eyes tight and tried to get out the image of one of the few people who truly understood her, dying before her eyes.