A/N: Hello everybody! Well, I'm back sooner than expected but I just
wanted to see your reactions on these upcoming chapters. Yes, I know that
Jt is acting alittle on the 'loopy' side...but it will all come together
and I think you guys will enjoy it ^^
pickledxwriter- I'm so glad you liked that chapter!
chika-Lol! Thanks for reveiwing. I know Jt's actin kinda 'insane' and he probally we'll for alittle while...
punk-anjewl- Thanks!
Disclamer: I do not own Degrassi!
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As I walk outside the hospital, I realize I have forgotten my things. I sigh and shrug at the same time. Atleast it's Paige in the room I she would'nt touch it.
As I think more about her my anger rises even more. Why did this have to happen to her? Why couldn't it of happened to somebody else that I didn't give a damn hoot about.
I beleive that Paige is a good person. Sure, she has had her bad moments. But haven't we all? She didn't deserve it. Forget me and my sorrow, forget everything else, forget me writing in that stupid book all the time. I hope one of the hospital nurses would find it and toss it away.
I stop as I notice someone's presence. I look to my side as Manny is walking right with me.
"Hey.", she siad with her usual grin. I really didn't feel like talking at the moment.
"Hello!?", she tries to get through to me.
"Listen, Manny I can't talk right now."
"Why not? Whats wrong?", she paused," Why weren't you at school today.
"Things came up.", I stop as we reach my house.
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?", she asked in a soft sad voice. Her hair was blowing in her face as she tried desperately to tie it back.
"What? Manny, I talk to you...", I fetl rather bad,"I've just been busy lately-"
"Jt, you still haven't answered my question.", she had a look of hurt.
"Manny, I just did. I do-"
She cut me off once again," Not that qestion", she paused,"Jt I need to know...if you love me or not", she looked down," Because if you don't you need to tell me. Don't let me waste my time anymore."
"Manny, I-",I said nervously.
"Think about it. Really think about it.", she then turned back in the direction we had come from. I stood there stupidly lost at words.
I was so lost in trance watching her go that I had forgotten what I was here to do. Finally, I snapped back to reality.
The gun was inside my father's room. And hopefully he was still at work.
Slowly I opened the door which suprisingly didn't make a sound.
The place was dark. The shutters were closed and not a single light was on. The place was filthy, beer bottles and can laid in piles everywhere. A pile of freshly spat tobacco sat in a lump oozing into the floor. The television was knocked over and cracked. The pillows to the couch were scattered and the smell was horrid.
Right then and there I realized how organized I had kept the place. On how together it really had been with me there. A loud crash came from the kitchen that made me jump. A shrill came with it. My eyes widened. They were here and they were free to walk in her the second they felt the need to. I looked to the staircase. The gun was up it. And I was gonna grab it and get out fast.
I took out in a jolt running up the stairs in a quietly manner. The first door on my right was my father's. And I pushed it open roughly running in and grabbing the large gun off the wall. A pack of bullets lay near it and I grabbed those as well. Not thinking another moment I took off down the stairs knowing I was almost home free. Then I saw them. On the counter were my mom's keys to the rusty old car. Without thinking I grabbed to them also.
"Stop.", I heard a angered voice as I turned around.
My former father stood there with a very enraged look.
"What...do...you think your doing!?", he shouted as he started walking towards me.
"Your not taking your mom's car anywhere! And you sure as hell ain't taken my gun!", he spat.
As he came closer I did a very daring thing. I lifted the gun up and pointed it at him.
He stopped and took a step back nervously," Put the gun down, boy.", he said with his hands in the air," Put the damn gun down boy!"
I shook my head my hands shaking.
"Stand back.", I whispered.
"Put the gun down.", he paused," Don't do anything you'll regret.
"Stand back", I repeated," Stand back or I'll shoot you."
He took a step back," Fine, go ahead and leave, I'll just call the cops on your ass.", he said making way for me.
I didn't answer just slowly walked out the door with my back never turned to him.
Slowly I than sat in my mom's car and started it.
THE MISSION WAS STILL GREATLY IN MIND.
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A/N: What did ya think? Jt acting alittle whacko aint he? I promise he wont be like that forever. Please REVEIW!^^
pickledxwriter- I'm so glad you liked that chapter!
chika-Lol! Thanks for reveiwing. I know Jt's actin kinda 'insane' and he probally we'll for alittle while...
punk-anjewl- Thanks!
Disclamer: I do not own Degrassi!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As I walk outside the hospital, I realize I have forgotten my things. I sigh and shrug at the same time. Atleast it's Paige in the room I she would'nt touch it.
As I think more about her my anger rises even more. Why did this have to happen to her? Why couldn't it of happened to somebody else that I didn't give a damn hoot about.
I beleive that Paige is a good person. Sure, she has had her bad moments. But haven't we all? She didn't deserve it. Forget me and my sorrow, forget everything else, forget me writing in that stupid book all the time. I hope one of the hospital nurses would find it and toss it away.
I stop as I notice someone's presence. I look to my side as Manny is walking right with me.
"Hey.", she siad with her usual grin. I really didn't feel like talking at the moment.
"Hello!?", she tries to get through to me.
"Listen, Manny I can't talk right now."
"Why not? Whats wrong?", she paused," Why weren't you at school today.
"Things came up.", I stop as we reach my house.
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?", she asked in a soft sad voice. Her hair was blowing in her face as she tried desperately to tie it back.
"What? Manny, I talk to you...", I fetl rather bad,"I've just been busy lately-"
"Jt, you still haven't answered my question.", she had a look of hurt.
"Manny, I just did. I do-"
She cut me off once again," Not that qestion", she paused,"Jt I need to know...if you love me or not", she looked down," Because if you don't you need to tell me. Don't let me waste my time anymore."
"Manny, I-",I said nervously.
"Think about it. Really think about it.", she then turned back in the direction we had come from. I stood there stupidly lost at words.
I was so lost in trance watching her go that I had forgotten what I was here to do. Finally, I snapped back to reality.
The gun was inside my father's room. And hopefully he was still at work.
Slowly I opened the door which suprisingly didn't make a sound.
The place was dark. The shutters were closed and not a single light was on. The place was filthy, beer bottles and can laid in piles everywhere. A pile of freshly spat tobacco sat in a lump oozing into the floor. The television was knocked over and cracked. The pillows to the couch were scattered and the smell was horrid.
Right then and there I realized how organized I had kept the place. On how together it really had been with me there. A loud crash came from the kitchen that made me jump. A shrill came with it. My eyes widened. They were here and they were free to walk in her the second they felt the need to. I looked to the staircase. The gun was up it. And I was gonna grab it and get out fast.
I took out in a jolt running up the stairs in a quietly manner. The first door on my right was my father's. And I pushed it open roughly running in and grabbing the large gun off the wall. A pack of bullets lay near it and I grabbed those as well. Not thinking another moment I took off down the stairs knowing I was almost home free. Then I saw them. On the counter were my mom's keys to the rusty old car. Without thinking I grabbed to them also.
"Stop.", I heard a angered voice as I turned around.
My former father stood there with a very enraged look.
"What...do...you think your doing!?", he shouted as he started walking towards me.
"Your not taking your mom's car anywhere! And you sure as hell ain't taken my gun!", he spat.
As he came closer I did a very daring thing. I lifted the gun up and pointed it at him.
He stopped and took a step back nervously," Put the gun down, boy.", he said with his hands in the air," Put the damn gun down boy!"
I shook my head my hands shaking.
"Stand back.", I whispered.
"Put the gun down.", he paused," Don't do anything you'll regret.
"Stand back", I repeated," Stand back or I'll shoot you."
He took a step back," Fine, go ahead and leave, I'll just call the cops on your ass.", he said making way for me.
I didn't answer just slowly walked out the door with my back never turned to him.
Slowly I than sat in my mom's car and started it.
THE MISSION WAS STILL GREATLY IN MIND.
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A/N: What did ya think? Jt acting alittle whacko aint he? I promise he wont be like that forever. Please REVEIW!^^