Over night, Simon and Jeanette had quite a bit of planning for their group project finished, with no help from Brittney, but it doesn't really matter. Simon and Jeanette both knew they can get plenty of work done themselves, meanwhile Brittney knew she'd get a good grade on her report card for this project, without having to do anything.
The next morning, the girls woke up for school, and the first thing Brittney did was harass Jeanette some more.
"So, how was your date with Simon, last night?" She asked mockingly.
"It wasn't a date, Brittney," Jeanette reassured her, "we were working on our project, we've got quite a planning done last night... and what did you do?"
"Oh, who cares?" Brittney responded.
"I care," Jeanette told her big sister, "Brittney, will you at least do something to contribute to this project? Simon and I can't do all the work, this is a project for all three of us, and all three of us need to to some of the work."
"Relax Jeanette, I'll contribute."
"Thank you."
"I'll give the oral presentation in front of the class."
Jeanette sighed.
"Well, look at it this way..." Brittney started, "Simon can type up the written report, you can make the eco-system in the box, and I'll give the oral report!"
"Okay..." Jeanette was obviously in no mood to fuss with Brittney.
Moments later, the girls and their boyfriends were walking down the sidewalk for school. Today, they were making incredible timing.
"Jeanette!" Brittney called out.
"Yes, Brittney?" Jeanette asked, as they came upon a little convenient store.
"Be a doll, and run in there and grab me a Snickers bar for lunch today."
Jeanette strolled into the convenient store.
"Brittney?" Simon began.
"What?" She asked.
"You really need to stop bossing Jeanette around," Simon explained, "she's not your slave, she's your sister."
"Hey," Brittney argue, "I don't boss her around, she chooses to do things for me, right Eleanor?"
"Please don't drag me into this, Brittney." Eleanor pleaded.
"Look Brittney," Simon continued, "Jeanette told me last night that she thinks of you as her 'master'."
"You expect me to believe that?" Brittney asked. "I know Jeanette, she's my sister! She's just your girlfriend, you don't know how like I know her!"
"You're right," Simon added, "maybe I know her better?"
"Just because you're Mr. Smart Aleck, Simon, doesn't mean you know everyone in the world better than everyone else."
"I'm just saying..."
"Here you go, Brittney!" Jeanette walked out of the shop with a Milky Way bar.
"Thank you, sis..." Brittney snatched the bar out of Jeanette's hand and pressed on for school.
Simon held Jeanette's hand.
"Are you alright?" He asked her.
"I don't know... there was some creepy guy staring at me in there..." she told him.
"Who?" He asked.
"I don't know, he was sitting at a table, eating a bag of chips, and reading the paper... or... pretend to read the paper... I could see out the corner of my eye him looking over his paper at me..."
"Ever seen him before?"
"I've seen around town before... I think he might be a bum or something... I just didn't like the way he kept staring at me..."
"Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much... maybe he just couldn't get over how cute you are?"
Jeanette giggled, "oh Simon..."
If Simon made Jeanette's day a little better, it was only temporary, for after school...
"Jeanette?!" Brittney shouted at her little sister as they made their way up to their bedroom, "I've got a bone to pick with you!"
"What's wrong Brittney?" Jeanette asked, concerned.
Brittney shoved a piece of paper in her face. "Look at this!"
Jeanette adjusted her glasses and observed the paper, it was the math homework Brittney was having her do for her the night before, with a D on it.
"You see that? I got a D on my math homework!" Brittney shouted, "why is that?!"
"Brittney? You didn't even finish it!" Jeanette told her.
"You were supposed to do it for me!"
"Brittney, I can't do all your homework for you, I have my own homework to worry about, you need to worry about your own."
"Aw geez, Jeanette, can't you do anything right?!"
"Now Brittney, I'm willing to help you with your homework, I'm even willing to tutor you, but I can't do it for you!"
"Oh, 'I can't do this', 'I can't do that', you can't do anything, Jeanette!"
"You're hurting my feelings, Brittney..."
"Who cares about your feelings?!"
A tear rolled down Jeanette's cheek.
"You suggest I wear purple, when you know I hate purple!"
"But purple would go so well with your outfit..."
"I ask you to do my homework, you don't finish it, and I get a D!"
"As I said, I can't do your homework for you..."
"I ask you to get me a Snickers bar, you get me a Milky Way!"
"You don't like peanuts in your food, Snickers has nuts..."
"And then in the hallway at school today, you bump into me, and knock me down in front of everybody, while they all pointed at me and laughed at me!"
"... that was just an accident, Brittney..."
"You're useless, Jeanette! You're absolutely, completely useless!"
Jeanette's feelings weren't hurt. They were destroyed. Her own big sister telling her she's useless. Jeanette took her glasses off to wipe the tears away from her eyes.
"Aw, now don't start crying now, for Pete's sake!" Brittney told Jeanette. "I don't need you breaking down on me like a baby here..."
Jeanette couldn't take it anymore, so she ran out of the bedroom, nearly knocking Eleanor down in the process, as Eleanor grew angry, and walked into the room.
"Alright," Eleanor snapped, "what happened?"
"Aw, Jeanette's just being a crybaby!" Brittney told her.
"Well, she's not crying for no reason, what happened?"
"I think she's finally realizing just how useless she really is."
"You told Jeanette she's useless?!"
"Well, she is!"
"Jeanette is not useless, Brittney! How can you tell your own sister, whose sole purpose in life is to please you, she's useless!"
"You just don't understand, Eleanor..."
"I think I understand perfectly! You virtually treat her like she's your slave, if she doesn't do anything that pleases you, you verbally punish her, and it hurts her feelings!"
"Oh, chill out, Eleanor, this doesn't even concern you!"
"It does concern me, Jeanette's my sister too, and I don't like seeing her being treated this way by our own big sister!"
Jeanette was strolling down the sidewalk, crying her eyes out, not watching what she was doing, and ended up bumping into somebody.
"Oh..." she said through her tears, "I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going..."
"That's alright," said a rather deep, gravely voice.
Jeanette wiped her eyes, slipped her glasses back on, and saw she bumped into the same guy who was staring at her in the convenient store earlier that morning. Jeanette quietly gulped.
"What seems to be the problem, young lady?" Asked this strange man, as he bent over a bit to make eye-contact with Jeanette.
"Um..." she began hesitantly, "nothing... nothing at all..."
"Oh, come on now, I can tell something's the matter... pretty little girl like you doesn't just cry for no reason."
"It's nothing, really..." Jeanette told him, knowing she shouldn't talk to strangers, "I really should be going..."
Jeanette tried to walk past the man, but he quickly grabbed her arm.
"Not so fast there," he told her, "it might help to tell your troubles to somebody..."
"Please let go of me..." Jeanette asked the man.
"Say, you know something? You look familiar..." he told her, in a somewhat sly tone.
"Well, I don't know about that..."
"That's it... aren't you one of those chipette girls?"
"As a matter of fact... I am..."
"Come with me..."
"No!"
Jeanette struggled to loosen herself from this man's grip, but he wasn't about to let her girl anytime soon. As a matter of fact, he began to drag her to a beat up car he had parked across the street.
"Please let me go! Please?" Jeanette pleaded.
"Sorry, can't do that." Said the man as he shoved Jeanette through the driver's side of his car, as he got in behind her, but once in the passenger seat, Jeanette opened the door, hopped out, and began to run.
The strange man, hopped back out of his car, and gave chase. Unfortunately, he caught with her, and snatched her up from the ground, as she started kicking and screaming.
"Help!" She cried out, hoping someone would hear her, "help! Help!"
The man attempted to shut Jeanette up, by covering her mouth with his hand, but she bit him. He wasn't going to have any of that. He sat Jeanette on the ground on her feet, and punched her in the mouth. Jeanette covered her mouth in pain, as blood pour from her bottom lip. Jeanette's kidnapper then picked her up again, raced her over to his car, but this time, he opened the trunk, grabbed some yellow rope he had in there, and began tying Jeanette's hands behind her back, and tying her feet together. Jeanette began crying again. This time, she was crying in fear. What was this stranger going to do to her? The stranger went through the small toolbox he had in his trunk, and pulled out a small roll of packing tape, which he used to gag Jeanette. When that was said and finished, he stood up for a moment, and checked her out. She smiled a sick smile. Jeanette was helpless. She felt helpless, and she looked helpless. He liked it. He pulled out his cellphone, and snapped a picture of Jeanette as she was in his trunk, before he shut it, and drove off.
