Jean was standing in front of her mirror. She was tall, with thin blonde
hair and blue eyes that were hidden by silver glasses. This isn't a story
where the main character is practically a fashion model with flawless skin.
I'll tell you that now.
To her self, Jean wasn't much to look at. Her face was dotted with freckles and occasional acne, and her nose was red and shiny. Of course, no one noticed these little details, but Jean sure did.
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Jean whispered furiously, throwing her lip- gloss at the mirror. Thank gosh that her braces had just been removed, or she might have thrown a brick at her reflection.
She shrugged, threw herself on the bed, and basically gave up. How was she going to go to school like this? At least, if she didn't have a person crushing on HER, then at least she had more friends than the so-called "popular" kids.
Jean lugged up herself and dragged her backpack to her sagging shoulders. She guessed that she'd go to school the same way as she always did.
Jean was in the 7th grade, and was 13 years old ever since October. She lived in a small town in Ohio, although it was growing swiftly and kids from larger cities were always coming in. The middle school, which she went to, was the old (very old) elementary school, and the town had already added two more schools to the city since two years ago.
Ohio isn't such a farm place. (Yeah, I've seen it before) Sure, if you were flying in an airplane you wouldn't see the Rockies or anything. It was actually very nice, and there WAS farms. A lot of them. I just don't want you think that Jean is some kind of hillbilly or whatever.
Now, back to the story. Jean slopped off of her bed, and slipped on a pair of sandals. She opened her door, which showed a view of the hallway, breaking off into the other unused bedrooms.
Jean's father had died just three months ago in a devastating car accident when he was on the way to Jean's basketball tournament.
She lived with her mother, whom she hardly ever saw ever since Jean's mother had taken that job. The job was a full-time job at some high-paying real estate company. So since Jean was an only child, most of those rooms were empty or used for storage.
Now, again, back to the story. At least, back to the story if I don't launch into another background story. Going on .....
Jean clattered down the stairs, running her hands down the smooth wooden rail. She jumped off the last few steps, and thudded to the ground. "Ouch," Jean groaned, and slowly gathered her things off of the floor too.
She left a note on her refrigerator; on the nice stationary her mother bought her for exactly this purpose. Jean walked out of the kitchen, and saw a yellow flash go bye the window. Yes, it was .. the bus.
"Ahh!" Jean yelled, and swung the door open hurriedly, and slamming it just as quickly. The bus was at the curb, and it was waiting for the other kids that came to Jean's curb for the bus.
If Jean ever missed the bus, her mother couldn't take her. She was at work.
She whizzed past the maple tree in her front yard, and finally made it to the bus. She gasped to catch her breath, and sat down in the 12th seat.
"Whew. That was close," Jean thought to herself. She looked out the window, and the bus jerked forward.
When Tess, one of Jean's best friends, got on, she joined Jean in the 12th seat. "Hey," Tess said, smiling. Jean noticed her lunch box, and smacked herself on the head.
"I forgot my lunch! Darn," Jean hissed angrily.
"So what? You're favored by all of the lunch ladies; they'll probably give you a free lunch and a free snack or whatever," Tess joked.
"The only reason they favor me is because I say 'please' and 'thank you' to them," Jean replied.
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say," Tess said, and laughed.
When they reached their school, a new building just put in, they hopped off of the bus and joined Savannah, who had just jumped off of her own bus.
"Hey, Savannah," Jean said friendlily.
"Hay is for horses," She joked back.
"That is soooo the oldest joke in the book!" Tess also joked.
"No way. It's definitely the chicken in the road thing," Savannah shot back.
"She got you there, Tess," Jean said, as she swung the doors of the school open.
"Humph!" Tess grumped.
"Jean, Tess, Savannah!" Someone yelled, who turned out to be Stephanie, another of their, uh, posse.
"What's up, Steph?" Savannah asked.
"Nm," She said, using aim talk to be funny. Nm, if you don't know, is nothing much. Like you care. Lol.
Enough of the small talk. Back to school.
"See you later," They said in unison and set off to homeroom.
*********Please review! If you don't like it, don't read it, though. But, trust me, it'll be better soon!**********************
To her self, Jean wasn't much to look at. Her face was dotted with freckles and occasional acne, and her nose was red and shiny. Of course, no one noticed these little details, but Jean sure did.
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Jean whispered furiously, throwing her lip- gloss at the mirror. Thank gosh that her braces had just been removed, or she might have thrown a brick at her reflection.
She shrugged, threw herself on the bed, and basically gave up. How was she going to go to school like this? At least, if she didn't have a person crushing on HER, then at least she had more friends than the so-called "popular" kids.
Jean lugged up herself and dragged her backpack to her sagging shoulders. She guessed that she'd go to school the same way as she always did.
Jean was in the 7th grade, and was 13 years old ever since October. She lived in a small town in Ohio, although it was growing swiftly and kids from larger cities were always coming in. The middle school, which she went to, was the old (very old) elementary school, and the town had already added two more schools to the city since two years ago.
Ohio isn't such a farm place. (Yeah, I've seen it before) Sure, if you were flying in an airplane you wouldn't see the Rockies or anything. It was actually very nice, and there WAS farms. A lot of them. I just don't want you think that Jean is some kind of hillbilly or whatever.
Now, back to the story. Jean slopped off of her bed, and slipped on a pair of sandals. She opened her door, which showed a view of the hallway, breaking off into the other unused bedrooms.
Jean's father had died just three months ago in a devastating car accident when he was on the way to Jean's basketball tournament.
She lived with her mother, whom she hardly ever saw ever since Jean's mother had taken that job. The job was a full-time job at some high-paying real estate company. So since Jean was an only child, most of those rooms were empty or used for storage.
Now, again, back to the story. At least, back to the story if I don't launch into another background story. Going on .....
Jean clattered down the stairs, running her hands down the smooth wooden rail. She jumped off the last few steps, and thudded to the ground. "Ouch," Jean groaned, and slowly gathered her things off of the floor too.
She left a note on her refrigerator; on the nice stationary her mother bought her for exactly this purpose. Jean walked out of the kitchen, and saw a yellow flash go bye the window. Yes, it was .. the bus.
"Ahh!" Jean yelled, and swung the door open hurriedly, and slamming it just as quickly. The bus was at the curb, and it was waiting for the other kids that came to Jean's curb for the bus.
If Jean ever missed the bus, her mother couldn't take her. She was at work.
She whizzed past the maple tree in her front yard, and finally made it to the bus. She gasped to catch her breath, and sat down in the 12th seat.
"Whew. That was close," Jean thought to herself. She looked out the window, and the bus jerked forward.
When Tess, one of Jean's best friends, got on, she joined Jean in the 12th seat. "Hey," Tess said, smiling. Jean noticed her lunch box, and smacked herself on the head.
"I forgot my lunch! Darn," Jean hissed angrily.
"So what? You're favored by all of the lunch ladies; they'll probably give you a free lunch and a free snack or whatever," Tess joked.
"The only reason they favor me is because I say 'please' and 'thank you' to them," Jean replied.
"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say," Tess said, and laughed.
When they reached their school, a new building just put in, they hopped off of the bus and joined Savannah, who had just jumped off of her own bus.
"Hey, Savannah," Jean said friendlily.
"Hay is for horses," She joked back.
"That is soooo the oldest joke in the book!" Tess also joked.
"No way. It's definitely the chicken in the road thing," Savannah shot back.
"She got you there, Tess," Jean said, as she swung the doors of the school open.
"Humph!" Tess grumped.
"Jean, Tess, Savannah!" Someone yelled, who turned out to be Stephanie, another of their, uh, posse.
"What's up, Steph?" Savannah asked.
"Nm," She said, using aim talk to be funny. Nm, if you don't know, is nothing much. Like you care. Lol.
Enough of the small talk. Back to school.
"See you later," They said in unison and set off to homeroom.
*********Please review! If you don't like it, don't read it, though. But, trust me, it'll be better soon!**********************