Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel.
Summary: Jondy must save her school from terrorists. (with a little help, that is)
Author's Note: This is my first "serious" story I've posted. If you review, please give me your honest opinion, even if you think it sucks. Thanks. : ) Oh yeah, and thanks to ashantai, who beta'd the first 3 chapters. Thoughts are in astericks (*)
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Jondy hopped off her bike and sighed. She really hadn't wanted to go to school today, but then, she never did anyway. It was her third day as a sophomore at Jefferson High School in El Paso, and the second semester had already started. After chaining her bike to the bike rack, Jondy walked through the doors of the school and headed for her locker. She opened it, put in her lunch bag, and pulled out her biology book. As she walked to her first class, she thought about her family. The last time she talked to Zack, he was in Boise, Idaho, working on a farm, but he had probably moved on since then. She had managed to contact Krit, who was in Phoenix, Syl, who was in New York City, and Brin in LA. She kept in touch with them, to see if they had been able to find anyone else. Zack didn't know that they were in contact, because he would move them if he did know. Jondy smiled. Zack had slipped up a few weeks ago and told her that he had found Max, alive and in Seattle. Jondy wanted to go straight to Seattle to see her closest sister, but Zack had ordered her not to, saying Max was too careless. *I think I'll go anyway, just to see her. I won't tell him, I'll just go.* Jondy was so wrapped up in her plan that she ran into someone in front of her first class.
"Watch it!" Jondy heard.
"Sorry," she replied, distracted.
"Hey, you're the new girl, right? Jessica?"
Jondy looked up at the person. He was a little taller than she was, and with black hair and blue eyes, he was fairly cute.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Jondy wanted to be left alone, and being unfriendly helped to keep it that way.
"Nothing, just wonderin'. I'm Matt," he said, smiling at her.
Jondy smiled back, sarcastically. "Gee, that's nice." Jondy glared at him, then walked by to get into first period.
When the bell rang, Jondy sat down. Mr. Smith, her biology teacher, started talking.
"OK, everyone, quiet. We're getting a new seating chart today." A few people groaned, but Jondy didn't care. To make sure she always sat in the back and didn't have to read out loud in class, she told all of her teachers that she was farsighted and her foster parents were too poor to buy glasses for her.
Mr. Smith started calling out names. Jondy only had to move over on seat. Once she sat down, the person in front of her turned around.
"Hey."
It was the guy she ran into before class, Matt. She rolled her eyes.
"What?" He was smiling 'like the fool that he is,' as Syl would've said.
"So, did you just move here?"
"Somethin' like that."
"You live with a foster family?"
"Yeah. Why the hell are you so interested in me?"
"Well, from what I hear, you got kicked out of your last school because of all the fights you got in, and your last family didn't want you because you were such a problem."
Jondy sighed, a bit annoyed.
"Wow, rumors sure start quickly around here. And that's not why you're keep talking to me and can't get that damn smile off your face."
His smile got bigger.
"I think you're hot."
"Wow, what a great way to get a girl!" Jondy said, with fake admiration.
"Jessica and Matt," Mr. Smith said, "Please continue your conversation after class. Everyone, please turn to page 98."
Jondy tuned him out. Most of the time, she knew what they were talking about because she went through and read her textbooks. Forty-some minutes later, first period ended. Soon second and third were over.
Since Jondy didn't eat in the lunchroom, she went to get her lunch and go outside. As she walked down the hall, Jondy started shaking a few feet away from her locker. *Shit, a seizure.* There was no one around. Jondy hadn't had a seizure in a very long time, but she kept some tryptophan in her locker just in case. Jondy walked the few remaining feet, fell on her knees, tried to spin the combination, but the seizure had come too fast, too hard. She pulled herself into a ball, hoping that the seizure would end soon.
"Jessica?"
Jondy looked up and saw Matt. She tried to talk to him, to tell him what to do.
"I'm...h-haviiing...a seizure...Op-p-pen my lockerrrr... It's...3...21...43."
Matt got up and spun the combination. The locker popped open.
"What do I get?"
"P-p-p-pills...in the...t-t-top part..."
Matt grabbed the bottle and opened it. He shook out a few pills. Jondy took them from him and swallowed the tryptophan. He sat down next to her while the shaking slowed. Once it stopped, they sat there, with Matt's arm around Jondy's shoulders. She yawned and put her head on his chest. She was tired now. "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good now."
"What happened?"
"I had a seizure. They happen every now and then."
"Do I need to get the nurse?"
"NO!" Jondy said it with such force, that Matt looked at her, surprised.
Jondy explained, "My foster parents don't know about my condition, and I want to keep it that way."
"Oh. Okay."
Jondy got up and put the tryptophan back in her locker. On a second thought, she took a few pills and put them in her pocket. She grabbed her lunch bag and shut the door. Jondy smiled at Matt.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." He stood.
"Is it fine with you if I eat lunch with you today?"
"I like to be left alone." Jondy wouldn't mind the company, but she had let her guard down a bit, and she felt she had to rebuild it by being mean again.
"I noticed. But is it o.k. for today?"
Jondy sighed. "Fine, but only today."
While they were walking, Jondy argued with herself. *Why are you letting him eat with you? Because I'm afraid I might have another seizure. Yeah, right, that's not why you said he could have lunch with you. Maybe I'm in heat. Nope, that happened three weeks ago.* Jondy looked sideways at Matt. He was definitely cute, looked strong, and in shape. He glanced over at her, and she looked forward again, reddening slightly. They walked out side and sat down on the roots of a very large tree.
Once they sat down, Matt spoke.
"So why do you have seizures?"
"I have a neurological condition. Sometimes my serotonin levels drop, so I have seizures. I haven't had one like that in a very long time."
"But why don't you want your foster parents to know about it?"
"Because my foster mother would take me to a doctor."
"Is that so bad?"
"I don't like doctors. Just let it rest, ok?"
"Alright, sorry."
Jondy took an apple and a ham sandwich from her bag.
"So how many foster families have you been with?"
Jondy took a bite out of her sandwich and thought.
"Eight or nine in six years, I think."
Matt looked impressed. "Wow."
"No biggie. Some of my brothers and sisters have been in over a dozen the past six years."
"You're fifteen, right?" Jondy nodded. "So you got split up when you were nine? How many siblings did you have?"
"I have eleven now. They split our family up a few months before the Pulse. We all got put in different foster homes, but we keep in touch."
Jondy, who preferred the truth, constructed this lie as close as she could to the real story.
"I'm kinda confused. How old was the oldest? Couldn't they get custody of all you now?"
Jondy smiled to herself, thinking of Zack.
"We were all between nine, and eleven. Eight of us were adopted, but I was born to my parents with a twin, Max. I had an older brother, Zack, who was also one of their 'real children,' I guess. The three of us were really tight, but we all cared about each other."
"Do you remember your parents?"
"Unfortunately. My dad was very militaristic, and liked to keep us 'in line' as he called it. He was a drill instructor in the army. My mom was seldom around. We didn't have much of a childhood." The bell rang. Jondy got up and brushed off the crumbs. She smiled at Matt.
"Thanks again for everything."
"Can I eat with you tomorrow?"
Jondy smiled again.
"Maybe," she said, and walked back toward the school.
Before she got to the door, she turned around to Matt.
"Would you like to come have dinner with me and my family tonight? I'm sure my foster dad wouldn't mind." *What am I doing?*
Matt smiled, a little surprised. "Sure, what time? And where do you live?"
"Come by around 5:00. I live on 17 Elm Street."
"OK. See you then?"
"Yup. Later." Jondy smiled again, then turned around, a little surprised at herself, and went through the doors. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Summary: Jondy must save her school from terrorists. (with a little help, that is)
Author's Note: This is my first "serious" story I've posted. If you review, please give me your honest opinion, even if you think it sucks. Thanks. : ) Oh yeah, and thanks to ashantai, who beta'd the first 3 chapters. Thoughts are in astericks (*)
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Jondy hopped off her bike and sighed. She really hadn't wanted to go to school today, but then, she never did anyway. It was her third day as a sophomore at Jefferson High School in El Paso, and the second semester had already started. After chaining her bike to the bike rack, Jondy walked through the doors of the school and headed for her locker. She opened it, put in her lunch bag, and pulled out her biology book. As she walked to her first class, she thought about her family. The last time she talked to Zack, he was in Boise, Idaho, working on a farm, but he had probably moved on since then. She had managed to contact Krit, who was in Phoenix, Syl, who was in New York City, and Brin in LA. She kept in touch with them, to see if they had been able to find anyone else. Zack didn't know that they were in contact, because he would move them if he did know. Jondy smiled. Zack had slipped up a few weeks ago and told her that he had found Max, alive and in Seattle. Jondy wanted to go straight to Seattle to see her closest sister, but Zack had ordered her not to, saying Max was too careless. *I think I'll go anyway, just to see her. I won't tell him, I'll just go.* Jondy was so wrapped up in her plan that she ran into someone in front of her first class.
"Watch it!" Jondy heard.
"Sorry," she replied, distracted.
"Hey, you're the new girl, right? Jessica?"
Jondy looked up at the person. He was a little taller than she was, and with black hair and blue eyes, he was fairly cute.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Jondy wanted to be left alone, and being unfriendly helped to keep it that way.
"Nothing, just wonderin'. I'm Matt," he said, smiling at her.
Jondy smiled back, sarcastically. "Gee, that's nice." Jondy glared at him, then walked by to get into first period.
When the bell rang, Jondy sat down. Mr. Smith, her biology teacher, started talking.
"OK, everyone, quiet. We're getting a new seating chart today." A few people groaned, but Jondy didn't care. To make sure she always sat in the back and didn't have to read out loud in class, she told all of her teachers that she was farsighted and her foster parents were too poor to buy glasses for her.
Mr. Smith started calling out names. Jondy only had to move over on seat. Once she sat down, the person in front of her turned around.
"Hey."
It was the guy she ran into before class, Matt. She rolled her eyes.
"What?" He was smiling 'like the fool that he is,' as Syl would've said.
"So, did you just move here?"
"Somethin' like that."
"You live with a foster family?"
"Yeah. Why the hell are you so interested in me?"
"Well, from what I hear, you got kicked out of your last school because of all the fights you got in, and your last family didn't want you because you were such a problem."
Jondy sighed, a bit annoyed.
"Wow, rumors sure start quickly around here. And that's not why you're keep talking to me and can't get that damn smile off your face."
His smile got bigger.
"I think you're hot."
"Wow, what a great way to get a girl!" Jondy said, with fake admiration.
"Jessica and Matt," Mr. Smith said, "Please continue your conversation after class. Everyone, please turn to page 98."
Jondy tuned him out. Most of the time, she knew what they were talking about because she went through and read her textbooks. Forty-some minutes later, first period ended. Soon second and third were over.
Since Jondy didn't eat in the lunchroom, she went to get her lunch and go outside. As she walked down the hall, Jondy started shaking a few feet away from her locker. *Shit, a seizure.* There was no one around. Jondy hadn't had a seizure in a very long time, but she kept some tryptophan in her locker just in case. Jondy walked the few remaining feet, fell on her knees, tried to spin the combination, but the seizure had come too fast, too hard. She pulled herself into a ball, hoping that the seizure would end soon.
"Jessica?"
Jondy looked up and saw Matt. She tried to talk to him, to tell him what to do.
"I'm...h-haviiing...a seizure...Op-p-pen my lockerrrr... It's...3...21...43."
Matt got up and spun the combination. The locker popped open.
"What do I get?"
"P-p-p-pills...in the...t-t-top part..."
Matt grabbed the bottle and opened it. He shook out a few pills. Jondy took them from him and swallowed the tryptophan. He sat down next to her while the shaking slowed. Once it stopped, they sat there, with Matt's arm around Jondy's shoulders. She yawned and put her head on his chest. She was tired now. "You all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good now."
"What happened?"
"I had a seizure. They happen every now and then."
"Do I need to get the nurse?"
"NO!" Jondy said it with such force, that Matt looked at her, surprised.
Jondy explained, "My foster parents don't know about my condition, and I want to keep it that way."
"Oh. Okay."
Jondy got up and put the tryptophan back in her locker. On a second thought, she took a few pills and put them in her pocket. She grabbed her lunch bag and shut the door. Jondy smiled at Matt.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome." He stood.
"Is it fine with you if I eat lunch with you today?"
"I like to be left alone." Jondy wouldn't mind the company, but she had let her guard down a bit, and she felt she had to rebuild it by being mean again.
"I noticed. But is it o.k. for today?"
Jondy sighed. "Fine, but only today."
While they were walking, Jondy argued with herself. *Why are you letting him eat with you? Because I'm afraid I might have another seizure. Yeah, right, that's not why you said he could have lunch with you. Maybe I'm in heat. Nope, that happened three weeks ago.* Jondy looked sideways at Matt. He was definitely cute, looked strong, and in shape. He glanced over at her, and she looked forward again, reddening slightly. They walked out side and sat down on the roots of a very large tree.
Once they sat down, Matt spoke.
"So why do you have seizures?"
"I have a neurological condition. Sometimes my serotonin levels drop, so I have seizures. I haven't had one like that in a very long time."
"But why don't you want your foster parents to know about it?"
"Because my foster mother would take me to a doctor."
"Is that so bad?"
"I don't like doctors. Just let it rest, ok?"
"Alright, sorry."
Jondy took an apple and a ham sandwich from her bag.
"So how many foster families have you been with?"
Jondy took a bite out of her sandwich and thought.
"Eight or nine in six years, I think."
Matt looked impressed. "Wow."
"No biggie. Some of my brothers and sisters have been in over a dozen the past six years."
"You're fifteen, right?" Jondy nodded. "So you got split up when you were nine? How many siblings did you have?"
"I have eleven now. They split our family up a few months before the Pulse. We all got put in different foster homes, but we keep in touch."
Jondy, who preferred the truth, constructed this lie as close as she could to the real story.
"I'm kinda confused. How old was the oldest? Couldn't they get custody of all you now?"
Jondy smiled to herself, thinking of Zack.
"We were all between nine, and eleven. Eight of us were adopted, but I was born to my parents with a twin, Max. I had an older brother, Zack, who was also one of their 'real children,' I guess. The three of us were really tight, but we all cared about each other."
"Do you remember your parents?"
"Unfortunately. My dad was very militaristic, and liked to keep us 'in line' as he called it. He was a drill instructor in the army. My mom was seldom around. We didn't have much of a childhood." The bell rang. Jondy got up and brushed off the crumbs. She smiled at Matt.
"Thanks again for everything."
"Can I eat with you tomorrow?"
Jondy smiled again.
"Maybe," she said, and walked back toward the school.
Before she got to the door, she turned around to Matt.
"Would you like to come have dinner with me and my family tonight? I'm sure my foster dad wouldn't mind." *What am I doing?*
Matt smiled, a little surprised. "Sure, what time? And where do you live?"
"Come by around 5:00. I live on 17 Elm Street."
"OK. See you then?"
"Yup. Later." Jondy smiled again, then turned around, a little surprised at herself, and went through the doors. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*