What I Like About You
By:MissUnderstdPoet
Summary: J.T. finally found a girl worthy enough to replace Paige, her name is Jasmine Wong ("Call me Jazz") and she's new. Oh yeah and did I mention she's in Grade 9, hangs with Ashley, Ellie and Terri, (she's friends with Ashley again in this FF)AND his Language Arts tutor? Plus Hazel has a secret that could end up killing her, why else would she be skipping cheerleading practices and sports games all of a sudden?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Degrassi:The Next Generation, don't sue me blah blah blah. I own Jazz, Angie, J&A's parents, and the plot. WARNING:MUSHY, MAY INCLUDE FLUFFY BUNNY-NESS! ALSO INCLUDES SELF-ABUSE!
So I didn't go to sleep and stop writing, so hug me. (Yes that would be bad in my case) I can't let these ideas and daydreams go to waste can I? :p Anyways, here's the next chapter.
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Hazel sat with the toilet seat down, bathroom stall locked. Finally she had some peace and quiet to herself before the bell rang. After another of Paige's so called "helpful" bashings she had another craving, so she told Paige she needed to change her pad and hurried to where she was now. She took out her mom's Exacto knife, sterilized recently with a lighter. She pulled up the sleeve of her top, revealing two scars jumping out of her dark skin. Then she pressed the blade of the knife to her arm, she felt a sense of relief rush through her. Blood gathered around the cut and one drop fell onto the tile floor. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and pressed it to the cut until it stopped bleeding, she didn't want to give away her secret. Then, she wiped up the drop of blood on the floor, washed off the blade of the knife and put it back in her bag.
'I have my own phsyciatrist and it's better than any person, because no one knows about it.' she thought to herself. But she didn't know how wrong she was, a real phsyciatrist wouldn't destroy her body over time.
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She's sayin' goodbye, and leaving tonight she's wasted all her lonely teardrops now.
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a/n: Sorry for the short chapter, but once again, it's like 3 AM. Please R/R! "It would make Pustulio happy to see reviews, don't you WANT to make Pustulio happy?" Next Chapter: A Tutor
By:MissUnderstdPoet
Summary: J.T. finally found a girl worthy enough to replace Paige, her name is Jasmine Wong ("Call me Jazz") and she's new. Oh yeah and did I mention she's in Grade 9, hangs with Ashley, Ellie and Terri, (she's friends with Ashley again in this FF)AND his Language Arts tutor? Plus Hazel has a secret that could end up killing her, why else would she be skipping cheerleading practices and sports games all of a sudden?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Degrassi:The Next Generation, don't sue me blah blah blah. I own Jazz, Angie, J&A's parents, and the plot. WARNING:MUSHY, MAY INCLUDE FLUFFY BUNNY-NESS! ALSO INCLUDES SELF-ABUSE!
So I didn't go to sleep and stop writing, so hug me. (Yes that would be bad in my case) I can't let these ideas and daydreams go to waste can I? :p Anyways, here's the next chapter.
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Hazel sat with the toilet seat down, bathroom stall locked. Finally she had some peace and quiet to herself before the bell rang. After another of Paige's so called "helpful" bashings she had another craving, so she told Paige she needed to change her pad and hurried to where she was now. She took out her mom's Exacto knife, sterilized recently with a lighter. She pulled up the sleeve of her top, revealing two scars jumping out of her dark skin. Then she pressed the blade of the knife to her arm, she felt a sense of relief rush through her. Blood gathered around the cut and one drop fell onto the tile floor. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and pressed it to the cut until it stopped bleeding, she didn't want to give away her secret. Then, she wiped up the drop of blood on the floor, washed off the blade of the knife and put it back in her bag.
'I have my own phsyciatrist and it's better than any person, because no one knows about it.' she thought to herself. But she didn't know how wrong she was, a real phsyciatrist wouldn't destroy her body over time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She's sayin' goodbye, and leaving tonight she's wasted all her lonely teardrops now.
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a/n: Sorry for the short chapter, but once again, it's like 3 AM. Please R/R! "It would make Pustulio happy to see reviews, don't you WANT to make Pustulio happy?" Next Chapter: A Tutor