Chapter 2:
Nearly a month had passed since the beginning of school. Basketball had started so Jane had practice every day after school. She didn't mind it though. She was happy that she didn't have to go home to hear her parents argue. When she did get home Jane went straight to her room and turned her music full blast. She would stay in her room until she HAD to come out.
My ma burst through the door while I was sitting at my desk doing some math homework. "Jane! Turn that music off and set the table for dinner!" I leaned over to my stereo and turned it off. Ma still stood in the doorway. "Also, just set four bowls. Your father won't be joining us tonight." Ma said with sadness in her voice. She walked out of my room and I followed her down the hallway. 'Of course, when does he ever join us for dinner anymore?' I mumbled to myself.
Even though I was in a bad mood it was brightened up when my mother brought my favorite meal to the table, gnocchi. Everyone knew not to talk about Pa's absence. My two younger brothers, Frankie and Tommy, sat at the table talking about their day at school. Tommy was the most talkative. He told us about a girl in his fifth grade class that he has a crush on. I was surprised that he was already crushing on girls at his age.
"Tommy, aren't you a little young to be crushing on girls? I thought ten year olds still thought each other had cooties."
"What can I say, Jane? It's the 'Rizzoli charm.'" Tommy said before giving off the famous Rizzoli grin. Then Ma spoke up, "Ya know Jane, the Rizzoli's were always early bloomers. It ju-"
"EWW, MA! At the table, really?" I interrupted. "I'm done eating now."
"All right Janie, but wash your bowl before you head off to your room." Ma called as I headed toward the kitchen.
When I was done washing my bowl I headed to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed and shot some hoops into the basket that hung on my door. Tomorrow was our first basketball game of the season. I had no idea what to expect. My coach, Coach T (as we called her), made me a starter on the senior varsity team. I know that some of the players on the team were mad that I beat some of them out of their starting positions. I don't blame them. How would you act if you were a senior and a freshman was playing in your place? Other than a couple people on the team hating on me because I stole their positions, the rest of the team seemed to love me.
I was woken up the next day with the annoying buzz of the alarm clock. The only thing I was happy about was the fact that it was Friday. I went through my 'everyday routine' of getting ready before I made my way into the kitchen to grab a quick piece of toast and walk out the door. As soon as a reached the front door Ma's voice blared behind me. "Jane, don't forget to give your Ma a hug before you leave. You should know better than to leave without the proper goodbye."
"Ahh, come on Ma. Do I really have to do this every single day?" I whined. I was too old to be giving her hugs anymore.
"Oh, don't complain Janie. When I am dead and gone you're gonna wish you could have given me more hugs." She retorted. I reluctantly walked to her and gave her a hug and walked out the door. When I arrived at school a nice, expensive car was pulling away. The honey blonde from the first day of school had gotten out of it. 'Hmmm, I haven't seen her in a while. I wonder why she's not in any of my classes anymore.' I was brought back to reality when I heard Frost calling my name.
When I finally reached Frost he immediately started talking. "So, you excited about today's game? I'll be in the best spot on the bleachers just to watch you." He said as he nudged me in my side with his elbow.
"Aww, Frost, your such a sweetheart." I teased as I clutched my chest.
"Whoa, whoa, don't get all girly on me now." He teased back. "Anyway, are you gonna answer my question?" he got all serious again.
"Yeah, actually I am. I'm also a little nervous, but not too much. Ain't nothing I can't handle." I replied confidently.
When we finally reached our lockers (luckily they were close to each other) barely anyone was in the hallway. Frost looked down at his watch. "Damn! We gotta leave. We can't be late to class again." He stated as he took hold of my arm and dragged me to class.
When we finally reached the classroom the bell rang. After I had sat down in my desk I looked up to see that there wasn't even a teacher in the room. "Frost you idiot, she isn't even in here!" I spat. "You made my adrenaline start pumping faster than it needed to for nothing!?"
Frost held up his hands in surrender and replied back innocently. "Hey, how was I supposed to know the teacher wasn't gonna be in here? I'd rather be safe than sorry." A short time passed and the teacher entered. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had some issues to take care off."
The day went on like any normal day until after lunch. I was exiting the girls bathroom when I was ran into, hard. The person didn't even stop. I was utterly confused. Not only because I was rudely hit by a person that didn't stop, but because the person that did it looked a lot like the honey blonde. I looked at a few girls that were gather a little distance away laughing and pointing in my direction, even though it was obvious that they weren't laughing and pointing at me. I looked down at the wetness that still lingered on my arm and saw a black streak across it. 'Is that mascara? Was that girl cry?' I was perplexed.
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