"Do you mean the Angela that currently has in-school suspension, and Morgan, her cheerleader friend?" he asks for my confirmation.
"Look, Mr. McFall, I'm not exactly sure that it's them, but they've been having issues with me lately," I try to reason.
"We need all the help we can get right now, Jenny. I'll go and check to see if Morgan was out of class when the fire occurred," he tells me before saying, "You may go to your Geometry class now."
My Geometry books and everything else was in my locker, so I walk to class empty-handed. The entire row of lockers of D 1-20 were burned, charred, and just horrible. Why would they stoop this low? I find myself asking that question quite a lot. "Any student that was excused from class during fifth period, and any student having fifth period lunch, and students who have lockers D 1-20, please report to the auditorium," the loudspeakers announce. "Oh, and teachers, please make sure they do so," Mr. McFall adds.
Since I was in fifth period lunch, I had to go even though I was the victim. Right as I got in, Mr. McFall told me to stand next to him by the podium with the mic. I saw Nicole, Nate, Shane and a few other students. Morgan was a part of them, and so were Cassie and Erica.
"You know, kids, arson is a huge issue for schools," Mr. McFall starts. "It's dangerous, and it can severely injure people. Now, the rule here is, if you start a fire on school grounds that does serious damage, you have to pay a fine of fifteen thousand dollars to the fire department. You could also get expelled and/or arrested. People who helped you in any way could get punished too."
The three girls were glaring right at me. "Now, Jenny, tell me what happened," he tells me as he gives me the microphone. "Mr. McFall, I don't really know anything," I try convincing him. "No no, what you know could help us in this investigation," he goes on, trying to persuade me. "All I know is that the fire started in my locker first. All my books and supplies are burned, and so is my calculator? Like, that stuff's replaceable since I don't put anything sentimental in my locker. I'm not sure about the other kids, though," I tell the students.
The other nineteen students who were my locker neighbors say that they didn't have anything but books in there since school just started. "The person who started the fire will also have to pay for book replacements. That will be more than three thousand dollars," Mr. McFall warns. I see Morgan and her group start squirming.
"We've already had an accident yesterday concerning Jenny," he says through the mic. "We're all going to stay in here until somebody fesses up. I know it's at least one of you guys," he continues. "I have quite a few clues who the culprits are, but until they admit that they committed a crime, you're all staying here." Almost everybody started groaning and yelling complaints.
I grab the mic and say, "Look, Mr. McFall, the culprits will not admit to the crime, so don't punish the other students and force them to stay here," I tell him. "I-I'll find some way to pay for everything since it's my fault," I say before even thinking about it. What was I talking about?! I didn't have eighteen thousand bucks! I knew that Morgan and Angela and their group was behind all of it, but the good side of me just decided to pop out at a really bad moment.
"Wait, aren't there security cameras?" I ask Mr. McFall. The school just installed them in every classroom and hallway. Major project that costed a bunch, but Green Oak wasn't poor.
"Yes, we do, but I miss doing this," he finally admits.
"Okay, so you just did all this for the heck of it!?" I screech. I knew I was being rude, but this was inconvenient and embarrassing.
"It's morally better if the students own up to their mistakes," he tries explaining.
"Sir, do you know that this is a school full of people who will do anything to take revenge?" I ask him.
"Yes, I was aware of this, but it's still morally better," he continues.
"No, you just wasted our time, really. The district paid a lot of money for the new cameras," I tell him.
"Aren't you guys glad that you're missing class?" he asks them. They all agree with him. "See, at least they're okay with it."
"Well, have you reviewed the footage yet?!" I shriek. I was taught to not be rude to older people, but he was seriously wasting my time.
"The people in the office are doing this as we speak," he says.
Just as he said that, four of the school's security guards came in. One had a grip on Angela. The other three went to Morgan, Cassie and Erica. "You guys are going to be spending your night in the juvenile detention center. We have evidence that you were the starters of today's fire," one guard says as they grab all three girls. Was this legal to just be doing that? I really wonder.. Weren't the guards being too harsh? Wait, it's Angela, Morgan, Cassie and Erica! That wouldn't be possible.
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"Wait, so they burned down your locker?!" Gina asks me once I get home. We were in my room.
"Yeah, high school girls are crazy. Enjoy your last days of middle school," I tell her.
"I know that, but I never knew they would be doing stuff like that. What's gonna happen to them?" Gina's pretty hyped up about my day.
"The security guards said something about spending a night in juvenile detention. I think they're getting fined eighteen grand, and possibly expulsion?" I tell her.
"Whoa, that's so cool. My sister's popular!" she exclaims.
"Uh, that's not cool. I've got girls paying guys to kill me and burning my stuff. That's dangerous," I try reasoning with her.
"Whatever, my sister's still popular. You haven't even been in high school for two weeks, and all this has happened," she ignores my reasoning.
"Uh, I just wanted a normal high school life, being ignored without people plotting revenge against me," I say.
"You know, I'm gonna have a huge legacy to live up to. I'll have to stir up more drama than you do!" she squeals.
"Yeah, good luck with that. Hopefully you don't. Seriously," I tell her.
I hear somebody knock on the door downstairs and walk down to open it. Mom and Dad were in Atlantic City for one of those three hour long Vietnamese concerts, then the casino. They won't be home until at least three in the morning, or even later. "Oh, hey. You're that girl from the party that Gina locked up in a closet, right?" the blonde boy from the party asks me as I open the door.
I can hear Gina running down the stairs as she rudely pushes me aside. "Oh, hey Eric, what's up?" she giddily asks him.
"Oh, nothing much GiGi," he answers her. GiGi? You've got to be kidding me. That's a totally strange pet name.
"Don't tell the 'rents!" she yells at me while dragging Eric upstairs to her room.
"Don't worry, I'll go buy you guys some condoms!" I yell as in to joke around.
Eric shows up at the top of the stairs and tells me, "You know, that might just come in handy." He was being serious, too.
"No, I was just kidding!" I say to him. Gina shows up by his side and holds his hand.
"Uh, Jenny, please? Think of it as a HUGE favor," she begs me.
"FUCK NO! YOU GUYS ARE ELEVEN!" I scream at her. My little sister was asking me to buy condoms for her?! She was supposed to be the innocent little girl.
"No, I'll hand you the money right now," she says right before running into her room. She runs down the stairs and gives me a twenty dollar bill.
"Wait, Eric, have you even started puberty yet?!" I yell at him.
"Well, I started school late, and my birthday was last week, and since GiGi's in advanced classes, and I'm just in normal classes, we have the same classes. I'm trying to say, I'm fourteen. So yeah, I've started puberty for quite some time now," he says to me.
"No, that's gotta be illegal. I am not fucking buying you guys condoms!" I shriek. I'm about to rip up this bill.
"It'll only be illegal if he's eighteen, I think. Please Jenny!" Gina continues begging me.
"Hold on, I need to make a quick call," I tell her.
I can't believe that I was doing this. My little sister was gonna have sex, and she was begging me to buy her condoms. She was eleven for fucking crying out loud! I go over to the kitchen to get the phone and dial in Shane's number. He picks up after three rings.
"Hey Jenny, what's up?!" he asks me.
"Yeah, I need a favor," I tell him.
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Can you drive over here and drive me to the nearest drug store?" I ask him.
"Sure, no problem. I'll be there in five minutes," he says before hanging up.
I press the "end" button before walking upstairs to Gina's room.
"Gina, you're eleven, you shouldn't be having sex," I tell her, trying to convince her that she's too young.
"Jenny, I think that I'm ready. I really like Eric," she says before giving him a smile.
"No, why don't you guys just decide to not have sex?!" I say, getting extremely angry.
"I said that I'm ready, Jenny!" she yells at me. She's being a total brat.
"Look, you're practically a kid! I'm not your mom, and I don't want to have this fucking burden," I try reasoning with her.
"No, you don't know anything about me! I can do whatever I want, whenever I want!" she shrieks.
"You're too young, Gina. Do you know how this makes me feel? I'm only agreeing because I know that you won't listen, and what if you end up pregnant at the age of eleven?!" I'm practically screeching now.
"You're right, I won't listen because I know that this will not be a mistake. They won't let a little kid buy condoms, so I can only depend on you," she tells me in a calmer voice.
"Where did I go wrong?" I ask her before walking downstairs and out the door. I felt like I was going to cry again. My sister was one of the most stubborn people ever. If I refuse to buy the condoms, she'd go ahead and have sex anyways, protection or no protection. I didn't want my sister contracting a disease or worse, getting pregnant at such a young age. I have to buy them. If I loved her, I have to or else bad things would happen.
I try to control my emotions and calm down enough to not cry. Shane pulls up just as I get myself together. Once we were at CVS, I head straight to the back where they had all the condoms. Shane was following right behind me, his expression looking more and more shocked as we neared my, I mean, my sister's destination.
"Jenny, who are you gonna have sex with?" he hesitantly asks me.
"What's the size of the average fourteen year old?" I ask him.
"You're gonna do it with Nate?!" he all but yells.
"Dude, shut up! Calm down, it's not for me," I tell him.
"Oh, that's really good," he says, relief clearly evident in his voice.
"It's for my sister," I explain.
"Whoa, you mean the one that's in sixth grade?!" he yells again.
"Shane, shush! Yes, I only have one sibling," I say.
"So is it with the dude that was in my closet?" he asks me.
"Yeah, so back to the original question. Size of the average fourteen year old?" I ask him, reverting back to the original subject.
"Well, I'd recommend these for you," he says as he pulls out some Trojans.
"Medium length? He's only fourteen," I ask him, seriously confused.
"Well, I'm just guessing right here," he defends himself.
"I don't know anything about this shit. Might as well take it," I sigh, exasperated as I walk to the cashier.
"Hey, I'll pay for it," he offers once I get in line.
"No, Gina already gave me twenty bucks. A box of twelve for fifteen dollars? Wow!" I exclaim.
The cashier was one of the guys from school that I recognized in the hall. He had long, brown skater hair. "Whoa, Shane, getting naughty here, aren't we?" he says, giving both of us suggestive winks. "Yeah, Dave, me and Jenny here are in for a wild night," he replies before grabbing the bag and dragging me out of there. "He was just kidding!" I yell to Dave. He yells back, "Sure he was! Have fun, guys!"
"Shane, why didn't you just deny that?" I ask him as we get in his car.
"I'm not really sure, to tell you the truth. I haven't been laid since school started," he replies.
"Wait, is that a long time for you," I curiously question him.
"I'm not sure what'll happen if I don't fuck some girl soon," he says.
"I so didn't need to know that, man. What happened to the whole 'Sex with those girls just feels empty' shit?" I ask.
"Okay, I'm considering that," he says, sounding really arrogant.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. I need to make a stop at Staples," I tell him.
"Oh yeah, your stuff got burned down. I'll pay for everything," he offers.
"No wait, I will," I say. He's spent so much money on me already.
"Where's your money then?" he asks.
"Oh, good point. You've just been spending too much on me," I point out.
"Hey, I want to. You're one of my best friends now," he says.
"Wow, you're freakishly nice sometimes, you know," I say.
"Only because I'm that awesome," he smirks.
I had to get about four binders, a whole bunch of new notebooks, and another calculator. Shane got me the most expensive TI-84. Something 'Nspire? Yeah, I think so. I couldn't stop thanking him enough as I got out of his car. "Don't worry, it's no problem," he reassures me. I thank him again before he drives to his house. I am the most lucky/cursed girl, EVER!
Lucky because I have friends that really care, cursed because I've got sluts trying to destroy my life. I guess it'll all work out in the end, won't it? I put the bags in my room before walking over to Gina's to see her and Eric simply watching TV.
"Hey, I got the condoms," I tell them.
"You know, Jenny, I thought about it. You're right, neither me nor Eric are ready to have sex," she says.
"You mean I just embarrassed myself in front of a school mate just for you to change your mind?" I ask her.
"Eric and I had a long talk while you were gone. We decided that we'll be going steady, and I'm going to wait a couple years before we do 'it'," she reasons.
"Well, how about you wait 'til you're sixteen, because if you don't, you won't have a real sweet sixteen," I tell her.
"Oh my God, are you serious?!" she asks me.
"Yeah, I'm not lying. So what do I do with these things?" I ask.
"You know, you can keep them. You might need them sooner or later," she says before slamming the door in my face.
Trust me, I wouldn't be needing these things anytime soon. I'm just glad that my sister finally came to her senses. This is so unreal. My tween sister forcing me to buy her condoms, then rejecting them once I do just that. I put the bag in my closet and get ready for bed. Ugh, the drama of it all.
A/N - Yes, eleven year olds do that these days.. A couple of them.. I know that seems unreal, but Gina's not really the innocent one. Tweens these days think that they know everything, and that they're ready for everything when in the end, they really aren't. Gina came to her senses. Sigh
Two updates in one day?! You guys sure are lucky!! I know this chapter really sucked, but I wanted to get the Gina issue out of the way. And continue the Morgan/Angela one!
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