A/N: Hello again, thank's to R5xRauraxAuslly and EyeoftheCobra for reviewing!
I do not own Jessie or anyone associated with the creation of Jessie.
That morning I woke up to my phone ringing next to my ear. I groaned and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked groggily. Instead of an answer I heard sobbing. That made me sit up in bed quickly, "Hello?" I asked again.
"J-J-Jen?" I heard the person stutter. I recognized the voice as Carlie.
"Carlie? What's wrong girly?" I asked quickly as I hopped out of bed and started throwing stuff into my backpack.
"J-J-Jackson..." more sobbing. I threw on my shoes and grabbed some clothing. I couldn't change right now. I put on my One Direction sweater and waited for her to calm down.
"Carlie? You there?" I asked as I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I quickly wrote a note saying a friend had an emergency and pressed the down button on the elevator.
"Y-yeah" I heard her wail.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At home." She said.
"I'll be there soon okay? Go into your living room, relax and wait." I say before hanging up and running out of the building. I quickly hail a taxi, give them Carlies address and wait in the back seat as it drove.
I watched as early morning New York flew by.
When we got there I stepped out of the cab, paid, tipped and then ran up to the front door. Her parents weren't home. I quickly got out my key for it and unlocked it before walking in, closing the door.
"Carlie?" I called into the house. I heard a sob come from the living room. I placed my backpack by the door and ran in to see Carlie with makeup smudged down her pale face and her eyes red and swollen. "Awe Carlie! What's wrong?" I asked.
She started to speak through sobs, "Jackson... He... broke up... with me..." Carlie said through large, loud sobs.
"Oh no! Why?" I asked as I hugged her to me.
"He... found someone better..." she said sadly as she blew her nose into a tissue.
"That's horrible! Nobody could ever replace you!" I state as I squeeze her shoulders.
"I know! That's what I said!" Carlie exclaimed. "We have to get rid of everything I own of his." Carlie said as her tears started to dry.
"Alright. But I need a shower first, and then you do." I say. She nods and I grab my backpack. I walk to the bathroom and have a quick shower.
When I got out I got into my white blouse, my grey skirt and black leggings along with Slytherin house blazer that I had found online.
I walk out of the bathroom and back into the living room where Carlie sat staring at the picture of her and Jackson. I quietly walked up to her and took it out of her hands.
"Go have a shower. We need to catch the bus soon." I say. She nods and walks out. I go around and pick up pictures of her and Jackson together. All of the sudden the front door opens and in walked her father, smelling badly of booze.
"What are you doing here Jennifer?" he asked me. I stood calmly with my hands clasped in front of me.
"I am here because Carlie wanted me to come over before school." I say. He gives me a look.
"Who is Carlie?" he asks.
"Carleen, Carleen asked me here." I say. He nods and sits down heavily on the couch.
"Go to school Jennifer. Stay in school. Yeah, that's a good idea. Stay in school..." her dad trails off and started to mutter to himself.
Carlie walks down the stairs and sees me standing near her dad. She motions for me to go with her.
"Have a good day Mr Miller." I say before we walk out. I quickly slip my sandals on as we walked to the end of the side walk where the bus is waiting for us.
"What did he want?" Carlie asked as we stepped onto the bus. I shrugged as I sat down in my seat.
"Beats me. I think he wanted to sleep or something." I say as the bus lurches forward. "I can't believe I signed up for the talent show!" I say as I realize that I actually did it. "That was a horrible mistake!"
"No it wasn't! Now everybody will see you as you! Not the famous director and Models daughter." Carlie stated as she started to re-apply her eye makeup.
"I doubt it. I will forever be known as the daughter who failed at life. I'm even a disappointment to my parents most probably." I say. Carlie shakes her head but I nod.
"You are amazing Jen, everyone loves you." She states as the bus stops at the school. I sigh and walk off. They always play that card, everyone loves you Jen is what they say. They act as though nobody could ever hate me. I know a few people that probably do; I am not very nice when I don't want to be.
"Why in the world are you wearing sandals Jenny?" Syrah asks as she walks up to us from her parent's car. "Better yet, why are you getting off of Carlies bus?"
"Emergency, walk and talk." I say as we start to walk. Syrah on the left, me in the middle and Carlie on the right.
"What happened?" Syrah asks as we get over to our lockers.
"Well... Jackson broke up with me!" Carlie said tearfully. Syrah pats her shoulder sympathetically as she opens her locker with her other hand.
"If it helps, I knew he was horrible from the moment I met him." Syrah says as she looks over at me. I shrug and grab my gym clothing from the bottom of my locker.
"Meet me out back at break." I say as I walk away. Both girls watch me as I walk away, confused.
At break when they got there I was standing beside the garbage cans. They both looked at me oddly as they walked up.
"Why do you need us here?" Carlie asks. I don't say anything as I start to go through my bag.
"Jenny?" Syrah asks. I smirk as I bring out a lighter along with the pictures that are of Carlie and Jackson.
"Pictures to burn?" I ask. Carlie stares at me for a few minutes before she bursts out laughing.
"Oh course!" she says as she takes a picture and the lighter. She lights the corner of it on fire and we watch as the flames lick at the photograph. I take the second one and put the corner in the photo. It also starts to burn. Syrah taken the last one and takes some of the fire.
We watch as the flames crawl and lick at the photos. When they are all almost burnt we throw them on the ground, step on them and walk away.
"Your relationship is officially over." Syrah says as the bell rings.
That day after school it was raining. No, it was pouring. It was as though the sky was crying. I guess it was okay though, it was October.
I got onto my bus and sat down in the back with the rest of the kids in grade eleven and twelve. I looked out the window as it rained and wondered normal or normal-ish things. I thought about boys (mostly about how annoying and stupid they are), my parents and if they are going to come home soon, my siblings, and about the car I want.
My thoughts were broken by a backpack being thrown at my face. I pushed it to the floor and glared at the boy in front of me who had thrown it.
"Sorry Jen." He said. I didn't say anything as I looked down at my legs.
The bus stopped and I stood up. Only I got off. I walked into the building. As I walked in I was greeted by the young worker Tony, he had this job as a job after school. I responded with a Hello and walked over to the stairs.
"Why do you walk up the stairs?" Tony asked. I turned around.
"They are quiet. I like quiet." I respond as I step into the stairwell and start to walk up them. When I get to the top and walk into the house I see Mel sitting at the table, with my parents?
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