I know I took ages to update again. I got serious writer's block. I don't think this chapter is my best but it's all I've got as of right now.
September 8th 1981 11:10pm EST
Jennifer Johnson was annoyed. Mo had gone out again and she was alone. She didn't know why Mo hung out with Mark, Roger and Collins anyway; they were boys, who wanted to talk to them? But now she was out and it was way past Jenny's bedtime. She could always stay up, and then brag to Melissa and Sophie at school tomorrow. Yes, it was perfectly fine for a seven year old to stay up all night she decided, and settled herself on the sofa.
Suddenly the front door burst open. Mo and Mark staggered into the hall. They looked pretty drunk, that was probably the reason Mark was hear. Mo never would have let him in this late otherwise. They were both giggling like crazy, and collapsed on the sofa before they finally noticed Jenny.
"Jenny, you're still up? That's funny."
"It's not funny Mo, you left me here."
"No but now Mom's gonna kill you too." Maureen burst out laughing again, and Jenny decided that maybe her sister was crazy. She was obsessed with annoying their Mom, and she didn't care who else she got into trouble. Mark and Mo were dancing now, and singing loudly. Jenny was suddenly very glad that her parents had gone away for the weekend.
It was getting very late now though. It seemed like Jenny was yawning every four seconds. She announced she was going to bed, and began walking up the stairs. She stopped when she heard Maureen and Mark talking. At first she couldn't hear what they were saying, but their voices got louder, as they thought that Jenny was upstairs.
Jenny listened to them to what seemed like forever. They talked about how much Mo hated Mom, about Roger and Collins, and a load of stuff Jenny didn't
understand. She was falling asleep on her spot on the stairs, when Maureen said something that made her really listen.
"I really do love you Marky."
Jenny suddenly found the conversation extremely interesting. Mo couldn't love Mark, could she? I mean it was Mark, who was a boy.
"Sure Mo, you tell me every time we get pissed."
"No, I do, really."
"Well then, I guess I love you too Mo."
Jenny was in shock. All the boys and girls she knew hated each other. Mark and Mo couldn't actually like each other, they were just drunk. Jenny began making her way back upstairs casting one last glance over at Maureen and Mark on the sofa.
They were kissing. Actually kissing. It looked like they were attempting to eat each other's faces off. How could they do that? Everyone Jenny knew thought that was disgusting. Her sister really was crazy she decided, and finally went to bed.