So here it is: the first official chapter! I did make one mistake thought: Jackie didn't used to live in Massachusetts like I previously said, she lived in NYC. Sorry! Anyway, here it is!
Disclaimer: I own nothing; not that 70's show, or twilight.
Rain: a depressing, gloomy, dismissal sign from Mother Nature. A sign that Jackie Burkhart's life in Point Place would be as bleak as the weather. Her uncle Bob told her that this type of weather wasn't normal for Wisconsin, but Jackie didn't care. Not even the most perfect, tropical climate in the world could cover up the fact that Point Place was a wasteland for pathetic small-town losers. It had no good clothing stores, no exclusive social circles, and absolutely no excitement. As Jackie drove her big ugly orange truck to her new school, she thought about why she had ever agreed to move to this dump.
"You'll love Point Place, I promise. It's…quaint." Jackie remembered Pam telling her when her whore of a mom sent her to Point Place. Jackie vaguely remembered her uncle Bob; she only knew that he was a tacky, goofy man who couldn't pull off a leisure suit. Not that anyone really could, but still. Her mother wanted some "free time" to herself; in other words her mom was tried of taking time out of getting drunk and sleeping around to worry about her only daughter. And Jackie was tried of her mom's hangovers and seeing a different man in the kitchen every morning.
"Well, at least I'll be the prettiest girl here." Jackie said out loud as she passed some poor fat girl walking to school.
Jackie thought of her beloved New York City: the shopping, the neon lights, the snotty bitches of the Upper East Side who threw fantastic parties. She sighed, missing the traffic-clogged streets filled with the comforting honks and whistles. Soon the sight of the school building brought her back to her horrible reality.
Sighing, Jackie stepped out off her truck (wearing an Angel sleeved blouse and a-Smile jeans with platform shoes; all the rage for the new decade in NYC) and looked around with disgust at all the greasy-haired hippies around her. They were all staring at her, the girls with envy, the guys with admiration. Well, might as well make the most out of my popularity. Jackie thought as she walked into the school, trying to be the model she hoped one day to be. However, she failed to notice the giant rain puddle in front of her.
"WHOA!" Jackie shrieked as she stepped right into the muddy water, drenching her pants. She tried to lift her foot out, and accidentally tripped in her platform shoes and fell onto the ground. She slowly picked her head up, only to be met with a hundred stares, both mocking and amused. Great she thought, just freaking great. This town has brought out my stupid klutziness, as if I need another reason to hate this place. Jackie slowly stood up, shook out her hair, and walked into the building like nothing had happened. She heard the whispers and laughter of girls behind her, and heard her name mentioned. Of course everyone knew her as the niece of Bob Pinciotti, the brother of the "cheap, too-tanned flusey" that had once come to visit point Place for Bob's wedding to Midge and had slept with three of the guest, one of whom was married. Everyone probably thought that Jackie was just like her mother, a cheap hussy that was unwelcome to their stupid little world.
"Well, at least I'm not a whore." Jackie thought to herself as she passed a teenage girl who, upon seeing Jackie, tried to distract the boy she was talking to by pushing out her A-cup boobs, obviously stuffed with tissue paper.