Eight grade graduation
The past week had arguably been the worst week of Jackie's life. Today was her graduation, Sunday. But the days Saturday to Monday prior had been living hell and she knew today would be as well.
Monday her mom had come home for the first time with uncle rob from Cuba.
Tuesday her father came home with his new girlfriend, Gemma.
Wednesday they had a fight.
Thursday her mother took her out to buy a dress. Her father claimed his would be better and bought her a new one.
Friday her dad cancelled her mom's credit card
Saturday her mom had broken up with rob and was now dating joey, a bank owner.
So today she wore a white dress and green one inch heals, with her hair curled loosely.
Both of her parents asked why she wasn't wearing what they bought.
But it didn't matter. She was going to have a good day. A good day. She grabbed her bag and opened her window. Her parents were still fighting over who would drive her, and she wanted to try out her new rope ladder.
She went to the other edge of the roof and hooked the ladder to the gutter. She was happy that it worked as she walked off.
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"Come on boys get in the picture!" miss Forman ushered them all in front of the car. She was decidedly the favorite parent of the group, and red being the scariest.
Then they all piled in the car and as they pulled out of the driveway, and prepared themselves for the ever so popular 'kitty conversations'.
"So, Michael are your parents coming?"
"Yes. And my brothers. And my sisters. I think they're even bringing our dog."
Kitty laughed, "well isn't that just spectacular" she turned to the back seat "Steven, is Edna coming?"
"Let me think-no. I told her I was graduating and she said 'uncle Edward says congrats'"
"Oh Steven, maybe she'll surprise you!"
"Lets just not talk." Thank you, red, thank you.
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Jackie had walked to graduation, and she looked for her seat. Point place secondary school had a poor organization system. Her last name started with a b, but yet next to her were the f's and behind her the h's. She was dreading this.
It went horribly. Usually when someone walks up to get there certificate their family and their friends clap.
Her friends were cheerleaders, and only two of her friends were there, and they weren't really friends, and neither of her parents came.
Jackie decided to clap for everyone after her incident.
The walk to the school was the easy part. All down hill. But back it was all up hill.
Then it started pouring. She though about why neither of her parents came. Her mom wanted to drive her and when she wasn't there they figured that her dad had taken her and then decided not to go at all.
It didn't help that she was wearing a white dress that was now clinging to her body. Her makeup was running down her face and she looked like a damn clown.
But at least she was wearing white underwear and a white bra. She was just soaked. Her feet were killing so she took of her shoes.
She had to walk the long way through town because of that weird dude from last year.
When she got home it was worse. Pam was screaming. Usually she just screamed at her dad, but today she was using his name.
"JACK! IM LEAVING FOR FLORIDA AND IM NOT COMING BACK!"
"GOOD! I WONT HAVE TO PAY FOR ALL THE WATER YOU USE TO WASH YOUR EGO!"
"JOKES ON YOU- GIRLS DON'T HAVE EGOS!"
"NO WONDER YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB!"
She had no interest in hearing the rest of her conversation.
She went around the side of her house and couldn't find the ladder.
She threw her shoes down and started to climb up the rose wall
The circle
"Hey man. We're starting high school. High school"
"Ha-ha yea. I wonder how many times I'll get my head stuck in the fence in high school"
"I got a soul mate letter. She told me she graduated today. So I think I'm going to write one and then spy on Donna, see if she's my soul mate."
"I thought we decided to not talk about Donna in the circle anymore? Come on Forman. Its boring."
"So you guys wouldn't want to spy on Donna?" Eric raised his eyebrow. "My room has a pretty good view and" he checked his watch "its eight o clock on a Friday, so she's probably watching Mary Tyler Moore." All three boys shared glances.
They sprinted up to his room and turned off the lights, looking directly into their living area.
Forman had been right, that's exactly what Donna had been doing. He pulled out his note and wrote 'I think I know who you are'. Creepy.
They all watched as Donna got up to close the curtain.
"No no no no no no no" Kelso went to bang the glass but Eric stopped him as he stared at Donnas face.
She visibly winced and pulled out a paper airplane.
"DONNA IS MY SOULMATE! DONNA IS MY SOULMATE!" Eric hopped up and ran out of his room, knocking over a cherry pop. The curtain was still half open in the pinciotti house and they watched as Forman burst into their living room and tackled Donna.
"You have to admit, it's pretty cool that his soul mate lives right next door" kelso said as he re entered the basement.
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She locked her door and lay in her bed. She pulled out her soul mate box.
She grabbed a letter and pulled out.
'Hey. You haven't responded yet and I'm a little worried. Maybe I haven't told you enough about myself. I'm going into high school this year, I've been taking music really seriously, and I'm a cheerleader! I just want to know you. I've sent you letters and never gotten any, but your going to get a lot more because I'm not giving up.'
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'…. I've sent you letters and never gotten any, but your going to get a lot more because I'm not giving up.'
Wow. He hated his soul mate already. She was annoying. And she was a cheerleader. He didn't want to know more about her. But he regrettably knew that she wouldn't stop sending him letters.
He pulled out a dusty old box and a red pen he had taken from one of his teachers about a month ago.
'Yea. I haven't responded because I don't like you. Your everything I hate. I don't have a soul mate and if I did she wouldn't be a cheerleader. Your freaking bipolar- and whenever your depressed body double comes back, let her know that I can't help, and that I won't. My life is shit. I've responded, so you better stop sending me letters.'
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'Your everything I hate…bipolar…cant help…wont help…stop'
Seven sentences. Sixty-two words. It had broken her.
Summer was her least favorite time of the year.
School was a play. She had a role as well as co-stars.
But during the summer she didn't have co-stars.
Or a role.
She had wanted to preserve her role over the summer.
But seven sentences had broken her. Sixty-two words had broken her.
Seven. Sixty-two. Seven sixty-two.
Her head was pounding. She tried to calm her brain.
"IM LEAVING AND IM NEVER COMING BACK"
"THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU LEAVING AND THEN RANDOMLY COMING BACK."
Seven sixty-two.
"IM GOING TO PACK MY THINGS."
Seven sixty-two.
Stomping.
The click of heels on wood.
Seven sixty-two.
Her doorknob jiggled.
"JACKIE OPEN YOUR GOD DAMN FREAKING DOOR"
More stomps and a thud.
"YOU HIT ME YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD YOU'RE A HORRIBLE MAN!" seven sixty-two. "OPEN YOUR DOOR! IM PACKING AND UNCLE ALEXES STUFF IS IN YOUR ROOM!"
Yuck.
Seven sixty-two.
"You're a whore and I'll be happy to have you out of my life."
Seven sixty-two.
Black. All she saw was black. The voices lowered to a mumble and then faded out into a nothingness that was strangely familiar.
She felt numb.
She tried to sit up but she couldn't. She felt nervous. She felt crammed inside her body. She flicked her eyes open but she couldn't move.
Stress over took her. And the last thing she thought about before she blacked out again was how much she hated her soul mate.
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Hyde was lying in his bed and closed his eyes.
He heard a voice in the other room but that was normal at this point. Edna had come back and had insisted on playing poker with her friends at three in the morning.
He tried to drift off to sleep, but he felt something he didn't normally feel.
He felt something he prided making other people feel.
Guilt.
He didn't want a soul mate.
But she wanted him.
Someone wanted him.
When he was younger he wanted his mother to want him or his father to want him but now, he never expected someone to want him.
He never made his parents feel guilty because their feelings were permanently numb with jack Daniels.
But it had worked on other people. They were nice to him or gave him things because of his home life.
But he felt guilty.
Yeah her life sounded fine but what about those two letters?
She would never have a soul mate.
But in any competition there was a second runner up.
He hoped she found her second runner up.
Authors note:
First, I'm sorry this is a shorter chapter; second, I'm sorry this is a kind of late chapter. Thanks once again to all of my reviewers, especially 'another guest', I've gotten some ideas from your review that I'm excited to share. Also, if you haven't figured it out they are all in the same grade. And next chapter will pick up with the timeline of the show. Thanks for reading and please review :)
-Update: I was in a rush to post this because it was late and there were so many spelling errors. Very sorry, I will try to get a new chapter out a.s.a.p. to make it up to you-