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Alright, well, I'm going to get the disclaimer out of the way, and then I'm going to shut up and type!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jimmy, but you probably already knew that.

That Empty Feeling

I walked into the kitchen, hoping that my parents had gone to bed by now. They hadn't, they were in the dining room, which was next to the kitchen. I was partially hidden. For now. I cringed as I crawled, listening to their conversation.

"Cynthia is going to stay with me when the papers come back! She likes me better, and I know what's good for her!!!!" I heard my mom yell.

I heard a vase smash against the wall, then my father said,"No, she hates you! Who would want to live with a whore like you anyways?"

Tears fell down my cheek, but they were different from the tears that have fell from my eyes in the past two weeks. These were tears of being split in half, like I was a posession, something you could hold in your palm. Now that my parents were getting divorced, they just had to wait for the approval papers to come back, and then the fight for me would begin. Or, continue, whatever. I made it to the staricase and continued crawling until I reached the landing. I stood and walked through my bedroom door.

My bed was made just the way I had left it, but Jimmy's jacket was on the floor. I ran over quickly and put it back on my bed, just the way it had been before. I treated it like my karate belt. You weren't supposed to let it touch the ground or floor, or else you're being disrespectful to your belt rank and all your hard work to get it.(That really is true, I take karate, and my sensei teacher told me that when I started.) I sat on my bed next to his jacket and looked at my alarm clock that sat on my bedside desk. 3:58 pm. I decided to go to sleep, and think my plan over in the morning. I turned off the lights, climbed into my bed, and, instead of pulling the covers over me, I wrapped Jimmy's coat around my body.

It made me feel warm. His coat was black and had the word Billabong across the front in red letters. I snuggled up as tight as I could, but then I smelled the coat, and with it, Jimmy. It smelled just like he used to smell, good, like a summer's day where nothing can go wrong. It smeeled like chex mix on the holidays. It smelled wonderful. I know that sounds cheesy, but that's how it was. I let a few tears fall on it before I pulled myself together and closed my eyes.

The next morning, after taking my shower, I put on my black hoodie that said, "Even My Sunny Days Are Grey" and my black Kik Girl pants. They were baggy, so I put my metal studded belt through the loop-holes. I pushed all my black, pink, and red bracelets over my hands onto my wrists, and put my black eyeliner on. I dressed like this normally, and everyone says I should start dressing like a prep instead of a punk. But Jimmy used to like my style, so I kept it. I was full out goth now that he was gone. It was my way of mourning him. Again, I was really depressed.

I ran downstairs to see my mom watching the news and my father sitting in the recliner with a beer in his hand. I put my socks on, put my converses on, grabbed my bookbag(which had been duct-taped in so many places because of Jimmy's inventions that it wasn't funny, and started to walk out the door.

"Cynthia, you're forgetting your car keys." My mom said.

"Oh, I'm riding the bus with Libby and Sheen today." I replied.

"Sheen? Isn't he the Hispanic one who acts queer-"

"He's not gay, he's on of my closest friends!" I got out the door just in time to catch the bus.

I walked back to where Libby and Sheen were sitting with each other. Libby greeted me cheerfully, however Sheen just sat there, taking great interest in his knees.

"Hey," I said sadly.

"Look, I know you miss him, but mourning him isn't going to bring him back." She put a hand on my shoulder.

I her hand away."Actually, I do have a plan to bring him back. I just can't stand not having him here..."

Sheen lightened up at this thought. "You mean, as in, him being alive again? Well, what are you waiting for? C'mon, let's get this plan in motion!"

"No, we can't now. It'll take...however long it takes to get to Egypt, get back inside the tomb of Queen Howsaboutislapya, get the electrolife thingy, get back here, and get Jimmy." At the sound of his name, Sheen and I both looked at our feet. I felt Libby's sympathetic eyes on the top of my head.

"Cindy, we'll get J-him back. Don't worry." She pushed my hair behind my ears in a sisterly way.

"That's what he told me that night..." I got lost in my own thoughts again. I must've had a 'leave me alone, I'm thinking' look on my face, because Libby turned to talk to Sheen.

When we got to school, I walked ahead of Libby and Sheen, who were whispering to each other and giggling, hand in hand. Sheen wasn't alone like I was, he had Libby, and she had him. And I was alone. Life was so unfair like that. I sometimes hated my life, but when Jimmy woould look at me secretly, or acknowledge my presence and my physical being, it made me feel like I was loved by everyone. Or everyone who was worth getting affection from. Now, it was just like, everyone overlooked the genius goth girl, the one who never showed any emotion anymore, the one who hated her life. There was a rumor that had started about three months ago that I was suicidal, and that anyone who hung out with me was in danger of being sucked into my misery as well. But Jimmy stood up for me. He declared that it wasn't true, and wanting to commit suicide wasn't a disease like they were treating it. I had never wanted to commit suicide except once in my life, and that was when I considered it after Jimmy's...accident.

I shook myself from my thoughts and felt the back of the seat that I sit in on my back. It was cold, like me, so bitter at the world now. To put it simply, my life sucked. Mrs. Smith, the tenth grade chemistry teacher, stood in front of the class and shushed everyone. I sat in the very back, and Jimmy used to sit next to me. We would pass notes, and...we'd talk about life, and...I began to realize that we were becoming friends when God took him from me. No, not from me, from everyone.

"Ok, class, I would like to take a few moments of silence to honor the recent loss of James Neutron. He was my star student, and I will never forget him." Mrs. Smith said. She tried her best to sound as mournful as anything, but you could tell it was fake.

I looked at his empty desk and a tear came to my eyes again. Everyone saw me, but nobody blamed me. No one made fun of me, cause everyone understood. I felt empty inside, like I had a hole in my heart. Or my head. I missed him so much...

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-Kristi-