Chapter 3

Again, sorry about the wait, I've got loads of stories in the mill and haven't had a chance to type this, hope you like it!

I dedicate this to my mum. She knows what this is like.

A/N: (sing to the tune of 'Happy Birthday' (which I also don't own, by the way)

I do not own Jinx,
I do not own Jinx
I do own Lilly
But I just don't own Jinx!

"Don't forget class," Mr. Samson (my Trig teacher) sneered at the end of the lesson, "Tomorrow you have a test. I've made it extra hard, so I will know who hasn't revised." I groaned inwardly. I really did not want to revise that night, I had a concert the next day and wanted to rehearse so I was confident with the piece. As I meandered into the hallway, wrapped in my own thoughts, Lilly decided that it would be a good idea to surprise me, by running up behind me and pushing me. It would have been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that: a) it's me we're talking about, b) at exactly the same time I tripped on my own feet and c) my hands were in my pockets. So, as Lilly made me jump, I tripped, managed to get one hand out of the pocket before I landed hand first on the hard concert floor.

"Crap!" I yelled, holding my hand. It was absolutely throbbing, as it had taken the full impact of my fall.

"Oh my god!" Lilly screeched. We, once again, had managed to grab the attention of the entire student body that were now crowded around Lilly and I as if we were animals in a zoo enclosure.

"Oh my God!" Lilly repeated. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" She gushed.

"Lil, Its fine. Just a twist-ow!" I muttered, as I tried to move it. At that moment, our tall, stalk like headmistress came pushing through the crowd, which parted like the red sea.

"What on earth is going on?" she said, looking down at me cradling my hand and Lilly crouched next to me.

"What have you done now, Jean?" She said, sounding tired. I didn't blame her; I was always getting myself into trouble.

"Oh, it's nothing, I tripped." I said, and I saw Mrs Dumrod (that was her name, seriously) sigh.

"Well then, Lilly, take Jean to the nurse, and everyone else get moving to your class." With that she left, and all the people around us dispersed.

"Come on Jay," Lilly said, and she helped me up. I winced when I jostled my wrist.

-o-

Two hours, a dose of morphine and an hour wait in ER later; I stormed up to my room and slammed the door.

"Jean, darling, come out!" my mother coaxed from the other side of the door.

"Go away!" I said. Basically, in breaking my fall, I had fractured my radius. Great, some may say. Not really. It meant that I couldn't play the violin, but I could write. My bad luck was showing itself again, but this time I was fuming. I really wanted to play in the concert the next day, there were scouts from Julliard coming and I was playing first violin. And, to top it all off, Charlie Southgale was playing second and therefore had to replace me. As if this day could get any worse.

"Jean, honey, I rang the orchestra conductor, what's his name, Mr Toller? Yes, that's it! I rang him and told him that you wouldn't be able to play tomorrow because of your wrist. He sends his condolences and says it's a shame that you won't be able to play." Mom called through the door. I pulled it open to come face to face with her. She jumped back, and I gave her a questioning look.

"I wasn't sure if you were alright," she said, and I sighed.

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm just really irritated that I can't play."I said. The only thing good that had come out of this event was that the Doctor who had treated me had told me to take the day off school tomorrow, which meant I got to miss the Trig test.

"Ok," my mom said after a moment. "Just to make sure. Dinner's at eight, ok?"

-o-

I woke up numerous times in the night, my arm causing bullets of pain to shoot up it. I was outstandingly glad that I had the day off school; I planned to spend most of the day sleeping.

So when my mother woke me up at seven in the morning, I was rather confused and a little angry.

"Darling, I'm sorry to wake you, but your father's car has broken down and I have to drop him at work then drive right out of town to the tow place." She explained.

"Uh, so? Can't I just stay in bed?" I asked.

"Well, I'm afraid not. I won't be back until late afternoon and the doctor told you not to cook so you wouldn't have lunch." I didn't like where this was going.

"So I need to drop you at school. I've already told the sectary at school that you will be in. How's your arm?" She rushed. I felt the colour drain from face.

"No. Mom, you cannot make me go to school. I'll be fine without lunch, honest." I said, ignoring her question. She just shook her head.

"I really don't think that you should be here by yourself in your condition. I want you to go to school."

"NOO! Please, mom, I really am fine here, I'm only going to sleep. Please, please, please let me stay." I pleaded, but to no avail.

"Jean, you are going and that is final. I know that your arm hurts, but you heard the doctor, you can write so I see no reason to stop you going." She had a look in her eye that said, "Push it anymore and an extra twenty dollars will go to your sister this month."

"Oh my god! This is so unfair. Fine. I'll go, but don't say I didn't tell you when I re-fracture my arm or get put in detention for falling asleep in the middle of class." I said attitude seeping through my words.

-o-

It was only when I got to school, looking damn awful and dishevelled, that I remembered the Trig test.

"Shit!" I muttered eyes wide as I dug through my bag to find my textbook.

"Shit!" I repeated, as I realised it wasn't there.

"Hey, Jay! I thought you weren't coming in today?" Lilly bounded up to me, smiling. Her smile quickly dropped as she realised my panicked expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Trig textbook, no revision!" I stuttered. Mr Samson put everyone in detention who forgot their textbook, and I had forgotten mine and hadn't revised.

"Uh-oh. And Trig is first period! How are you going to pass?" Lilly said.

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled startling a bird perched by where we were sitting. Just at that moment the bell rang.

"Oh well," said Lilly, "time to face the music. You'll be fine. And hey! It's only one detention."

-o-

That's what I told myself at the end on the day, with five detentions (Forgetting my trig textbook, failing the trig test, falling asleep in English, being late for Biology because I fell asleep at lunch break and for being there when Lilly slapped Charlie Southgale (and laughing at it).) .

And my arm still hurt.

A/N: If you want to know what Jinx did to her arm, she snapped the tip off her distal radius which then shattered and lodged itself in the joint. She had it operated on and had a plate put in, but was admitted under a day case, hence why she got to go home.