The 17th disaster
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 6teen characters.
Plot: It's Jen's 17th birthday, they all knew this would come, but now the group won't be the 4 16teeners.
Ch.1
Jen rubbed her eyes as she stepped out of bed. She glanced at the clock mounted on her wall. "8:30, 8:30, 8:30." She mumbled to herself repeatedly. "8:30!" She yelled, she had to be at the Penalty Box in half an hour for an early opening time. She slid off her pajamas, and she picked out the usual white blue stripe skirt. She dove into her laundry pile picking up her Penalty Box t-shirt. She slid it on and ran into the bathroom. She ran her blue brush through her light brown hair and flew down the stairs. She grabbed her bag and picked up her cell phone. She dialed the usual taxi number but really fast.
"Hello?" A voice answered.
"Alfred, it's me Jen, I need you down here in five minutes." Jen said biting her lip.
"Righto, be right there." The voice said. The phone gave out that long tone when someone hangs up. Jen sighed as she grabbed a granola bar for the taxi; she shoved it into her back pack as she looked out the window. Approaching her house was the yellow and red taxi.
"Bye mom, bye dad!" Jen yelled running out of the door and literally flying into the taxi. She scrambled to get her seat belt on. "OK Alfred, hurry! I can't be late." She said politely, and with that the car sped off. Jen reached into her bag and pulled the granola bar out, the granola met her mouth as her teeth sunk into it. She polished it off before they reached the mall, Jen smiled as her hand dove into her bag slipping out a fiver. She handed it to Alfred and exited the car. She glanced at her watch. "8:55!" She yelled running into the mall. She ran down the halls as she reached the Penalty Box. She stepped in and sighed. She wasn't late. "I'm here!" She yelled catching her breath.
"Good." The coach yelled.
"Why did I have to be here so early?" She asked.
"For my son's party. He is turning 17 today." The coach said as he appeared from behind the counter. Jen paused.
"17th?" She peeped quietly.
"Yes Jen, 17th." The coach repeated. Jen smiled, but it was more like a grimace. "You alright Jen?" The coach asked.
"Yes coach." She said smiling, and trying to keep a straight face. Her mind was set on her 17th birthday next Wednesday. "I knew I wouldn't be 16 forever." She mumbled scuffing her shoes. "So how many people are going to be here?" Jen asked.
"The whole Penalty Box staff, and some relatives." The coach said. "Why?" He asked Jen curiously.
"Oh, well how many people exactly are going to be here?" She asked nervously.
"17." Coach replied simply. Jen nodded and smiled.
"17." She mumbled lowly. That was just the number she didn't want to here. It was the number she was trying to avoid all her life.
"Jen, can you put up some streamers?" The coach asked throwing them to her. The streamers ended up hitting her in the face.
"Ow, sure I'll hang them." She said referring to his previous question. She bent down and picked them up and walked over to some racks and decorated the silver metal with blue and black streamers. An hour passed and Jen finally finished decorating. "Coach, I'm done." Jen said sighing as she yawned from exhaustion.
"Good now you can hang this banner up." The coach said handing her a banner with a big 17 on it.
"Ugh." She mumbled as she took the banner, she completely forgot about her birthday, now this banner reminded her. She stepped on the step ladder and pinned one side by the shoes, and the other side by the jerseys. "Done." She said to the coach
"Good work, now you can take a break." The coach said. Jen smiled as she walked out to the lemon. Caitlin as usual sat there flipping through magazines.
"Cait!" Jen yelled. Caitlin's blond head looked at Jen. She smiled slipping out of the lemon.
"Hey Jen, where have you been all morning?" She asked hugging her.
"In a nightmare." Jen said returning the hug. Caitlin looked at her and smiled.
"Another cute boy got employed at the P-Box?" Caitlin asked. Jen rolled her eyes letting out a slight chuckle.
"No, worse. The coach's son is turning 17 today, and I was hanging all these things that said 17 on them, it reminded me on how much I'm not looking for to my birthday next Wednesday." Jen said sitting down.
"Oh my gosh Jen, I totally forgot about your birthday!" Caitlin exclaimed. Jen smiled smugly. "Now we won't be the 4 6teeners, we will be the 3 6teeners and the old fart!" Caitlin exclaimed in panic.
"Well that is one of the perks of being the oldest." Jen said sarcastically. Caitlin grimaced.
"I don't want to be the 3 6teeners and the old fart." Caitlin said panicking.
"Yeah, and I especially don't want to be the old fart!" Jen exclaimed banging her head on the table.