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Prologue*** Marsha, Marsha, Marsha. Little Miss Pretty. I'll show her! Jan walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She took a bottle of black hair dye that
she'd bought that day from her pocket, and then set it on the bathroom counter. Taking Marsha's favorite bottle of Shampoo
from the tub, she unscrewed its lid and emptied the contents into the sink. Grinning, she then opened the bottle of hair dye,
and poured it into the Shampoo bottle. Screwing
the lid back on the bottle of Shampoo, Jan smirked. She
put it back in its rightful place, left the bathroom, and sat back on her bed to begin
combing her own gnarled, pale blond hair.
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Sorry it took me so long to upload, everyone!! Computer was down!! Anyway, R+R
please!! I don't know if this sounds like Jan or not ... but I want to know if
anyone has any ideas on what should happen next! Thanks! ~~Jessikah~~
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Chapter One:
"Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?" Jan asked Mrs. Brady, who was standing in the kitchen preparing a salad for dinner.
"I'm sorry Jan, but I really can't. I'm busy right now. Why don't you go talk to your father?" Mrs. Brady sliced off another piece of cucumber.
No, Dad's busy too. You're all too busy. Who wants to talk to me anyway? Jan started to walk out of the kitchen.
"No, that's fine, Mom ... it wasn't all that important anyway." Jan walked out of the kitchen, and soon began the ascent to her upstairs room.
"Don't forget, dinner is in 10 minutes!" Mrs. Brady called after her. Jan slammed the door to her room, threw her head down on her pillow, and cried. A few minutes later she pulled out a math test she had taken earlier that day.
Finally, a B+ ... not like anybody would care anyway!
"Jan! Time for dinner!" A voice called from downstairs. Jan threw her legs over the side of her bed, and started downstairs.
*** 10 minutes later ***
"Jan, aren't you going to eat some more? You barely touched your chicken!" Marsha looked at her sister in a concerned manner. Jan only shrugged and twirled her fork in circles on her plate.
"Don't bother your sister, Marsha. She's probably just not hungry today, that's all." Mrs. Brady gave Marsha a sharp glance, and smiled at Jan. "Still, won't you have some more mashed potatoes, Jan? You seem to be eating that tonight ..." Jan didn't look up. She began to cut her chicken into quarters, into eighths, then ultimately into sixteenths. Putting one of the bits into her mouth, she chewed 10 times before swallowing, then took a large gulp of water. Then, putting her glass back down on the table, she spoke.
"May I be excused?" Jan asked, "I haven't been feeling so great lately."
"Of course, dear. I'm sure Alice would be glad to do your share of dishes tonight. I'll be up to check on you after dinner. But remember ... sick or not, you're still grounded until Marsha's hair grows out. Your little "prank" yesterday really disappointed your father and I, and you'll have to be punished." Mrs. Brady grabbed the bowl of mashed potatoes and passed it to Greg, who didn't give Jan a second glance. In fact, except for Mrs. Brady, no one did.
Jan dabbed at her mouth with the corner of her napkin and stood up from the table. She then walked briskly through the kitchen, up the stairs, and to the bathroom that she and her sister shared. There she stuck her index into her throat, and gagged until all the mashed potatoes and bits of chicken that she had swallowed were in the toilet bowl. Flushing the toilet, she gave herself a grin in the mirror. At least she could do something right. Maybe if she were thin, then her parents wouldn't be disappointed in her anymore.
And maybe, someday, I'll be just as popular as Jan ... if not more!
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