September 23rd, 2003
Jordan's phone rang midafternoon on Wednesday. She glanced at it and frowned, seeing her mom's name on her screen. This time of day, her mom was supposed to be at work and it wasn't time for a break yet. "Hello?" She managed to choke as she fought to untangle herself from the four year old wrapped around her legs.
"Jordan, are you Casey's?" Her mom asked. Jordan hesitated and looked at Casey, who raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah…why?" Jordan asked. She listened for a minute, then closed her eyes and shook her head. "Ok, I'll see what I can do and call you back. I love you too." She hung up the phone and flung it across the room, swearing as she did.
"What's up?" Casey asked her. Jordan sighed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Car's broke down on the side of the highway. Mom's at Kim and Larry's/ She needs a way to get it back to the house." Casey hesitated, then stood and shot down the stairs to her dad. Jordan followed and listened to the exchange, relieved that Terry was going to go pick it up. she called her mom and let her know, then climbed in the truck with Casey and her dad.
They got the car back to Jordan's place an hour later. Then, three almost four months later, they still couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. By the time the fourth month rolled around, Jordan's mom had lost her job and they were struggling more than they had before.
Jordan sighed, curled up in her bed, staring at the cement wall of her cell. She hated thinking about the past, hell she hated thinking period. And now, all she had to do was think. Think about the past and Juice and anything else that crossed her mind.
A/N: Ok guys, I know this is a short chapter, but they're going to get longer. I'm just not sure how prison works, so please bear with me.