"Dad's left?" I ask Jenna who's busying herself with a can of soda and the Television in the living room. She looks up from the TV and looks up at me with a sweet smile on her face.
"Yeah." she says and stands up to give me a hug. She sits back down and folds her leg up on our most expensive couch. The one only my dad is permitted to sit on. Seeing her all comfy on it gave it away that the old man's left. I take the soda from her and have a little sip of it before handing it back to her. I glance at the TV and groan. I hate reality TV. Why sit back and watch other people live their lives on camera. Without wasting any time, I stride up the stairs and head straight to my room.I gently turn the doorknob and walk into my already unlocked room. I toss my bag to my bed and jump on to my bed. Spreading my arms on the bed, I start to wave them like I'm making snow angels. "Home sweet home."My bedroom is my home. It's the only place that belongs to me and it's the only place I can get comfy. I stand to my feet and start to get out of my clothes. I walk to the closet and grab a pair of new clothes. A black T-shirt and grey short pants. I tie a towel around my waist and toss my old clothes into the laundry basket. Just as I'm about to walk into the bathroom,My phone starts to beep from inside my school bag. I groan and turn on my heels to grab my phone. A small smile creeps on my face at the caller id, it's Lewis. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the dude who wouldn't give you a phone call unless you called him first." Lewis says with a chuckle. I sit on the edge of the bed and absentmindedly start to play with a loose thread on the hem of my towel. "Well hello to you too." I tell him and he sighs dramatically. "Dude you still haven't changed from being all nerdy, huh?" he says and I roll my eyes at him. "What? You didn't say hello first. What did you expect me to say?" I raise one brow and clear my throat and make my voice go deeper, "Yo my man, what's chilling?"He bursts into deep laughter and I can't help but laugh along. After a while of laughing, I ask him, "So why'd you call? Did you already get a girl pregnant?"He let's out a disbelieving gasp and says in a pretend hurt voice, "How could you say that Troy. Of course I haven't gotten a girl pregnant." he says and pauses before adding, "Yet."I roll my eyes and shake my head. He chuckles a bit before continuing to talk, "Rachel told me about your house being burgled." I scoff,"That blabber-head. Can't she shut up for once?" He laughs into my ear, "We both know she can't. Anyways, is everything okay over there?""Yeah everything's fine." I tell him with a sigh. "Okay, can I go now? I was actually about to hit the showers before you called.""Jeez, I don't know why I keep calling you. You're so rude. Fuck off bro." he groans. "But..." I start to say but trail off at the sound of the dial tone. I shake my head and chuckle a little before putting my phone back on my bed. I look at the little dent on it and shake my head. Better get that fixed. All of a sudden, I remember the weird girl's diary. I pull it out of my bag and study it carefully. I have to get it back to her as soon as possible. A diary is private property after all and I can't keep it with me. I look behind it and a smile glows on my face and when at the back of the too girly diary, a phone number is scribbled on it. Quickly, I bring my phone up and start to dial. It beeps three times before it's finally answered. "Lucy Miller's phone." The voice over the phone calls and I gasp unknowingly,that voice! I'd remember it any day..... * * *Janice's POV
Lucy and I don't even bother to go into the club before I dial Eric to let him know we are here. I don't have the stupid time to get lost trying to find what table it is they are seated. Even though we once suggested a permanent table, it's never possible as it always gets occupied before we get there. It is a club after all, what can we expect?
"Hey Bitch,where are you?" Eric calls into my ear and I turn to look at Lucy who's already nervous as hell as to what Eric would do to us for being caught. I roll my eyes at her before answering Eric.
"We are outside the club. Send Fred to come get us. We don't have the time to get lost like yesterday." I tell him and he doesn't say anything at first.
"Hey go get the girls, they're outside the club." he directs to somebody in the background,most likely Fred. "Okay just wait where you are. He's coming." he says and instantly hangs up.
"I'm so scared Janice." Lucy says in a low, shaky voice and she puts her hands behind her. I grab a hold of her hands and say in a voice I can manage as sweet.
"Snap out of it woman. We've been through this. I already told you, Eric won't do a shot to you. Worst thing he'd do? He's going to flip shit and shout but that's just it. Don't you trust me?" I ask her but she doesn't say anything.
I sigh and let go of her hands and fold my hands across my chest. "Alright ask Fred when he comes."
"Hey girls." Bill calls to us and we both turn to look at him.
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"Dad's left?" I ask Jenna who's busying herself with a can of soda and the Television in the living room. She looks up from the TV and looks up at me with a sweet smile on her face."Yeah." she says and stands up to give me a hug. She sits back down and folds her leg up on our most expensive couch. The one only my dad is permitted to sit on. Seeing her all comfy on it gave it away that the old man's left.I take the soda from her and have a little sip of it before handing it back to her. I glance at the TV and groan. I hate reality TV. Why sit back and watch other people live their lives on camera.Without wasting any time, I stride up the stairs and head straight to my room.I gently turn the doorknob and walk into my already unlocked room. I toss my bag to my bed and jump on to my bed. Spreading my arms on the bed, I start to wave them like I'm making snow angels. "Home sweet home."My bedroom is my home. It's the only place that belongs to me
"How long has it been now?" I shift in my chair to look at the teacher. He sighs at me, drops the stupid book back on the shelf where it belongs, and starts to walk over to his seat.He sits down and without checking the time, he answers me, "Six minutes."I groan and shift uncomfortably in my chair. I bring my phone out of my backpack and switch it on. I look at him expecting a disapproving remark."No phones allowed in detention, Miss Willow." he tells me. I roll my eyes at him but I don't put my phone back."Chill. I'm trying to text my mom and tell her I'll be freaking home late." I pause and he looks at me warily. I raise an eyebrow at him and sigh."Dude. My doctor would be waiting for me, at least I have to let them know that some asshole teach put me in school jail." I snap at him and proceed to texting my mom."Doctor?" he raises an eyebrow back at me, ignoring my rude rema
*Janice's POVLucy and I walk out of our last class, Computer science,with our bags straddle over our shoulders. I study the look on her face as she stares down at her feet while we make our way out of the hall."What's wrong?"I ask her and she snaps her head up to meet my gaze. She sighs and shakes her head."It's nothing. I'm just worried about Eric and what he'll say when you tell him we almost got caught yesterday." She tells me in a low, uncertain voice. I almost chuckle at the worry laced in her voice. I lift my left hand up and poke her right cheek."I can't believe you're afraid of Eric, guy can't do shit to us okay? He just seems scary because he's the oldest but trust me he's still a chill dude." I tell her and she offers me a pale,obviously fake smile and I can easily tell that her worry has not dissolved."This is not the first time I've been caught in a house." I add to my hopefully supportive point. "He's not going
I reach for my alarm clock that's blaring disturbing noises that somehow managed to creep its way into the dream I was having. I groan after managing to turn it off.Unable to open my eyes, thanks to my lack of quality sleep, I lie stiff on my back and groan again. Maybe six in the morning isn't such a good time to wake up when you've only had a few hours of sleep.Realizing I still have to surrender to nature and let the day takes its course, I snap my eyes open and pull the bed cover away from me. I stand to my feet and start to tuck the sheets into the bed's wooden frame,my daily routine.I yawn reflexively and start to walk towards my closet.The minute my hand pushes the closet door open,images of today's earIy memories play in my head, Janice and Lucy. I don't think I'd be able to recognize Lucy if I saw her in person but then again the fact that I know what Janice looks like doesn't mean I'll confront her either.
If you haven't already followed me, do now. And if you have and I didn't follow back, just tell me here and I'll do it now.Troy's POV"Troy are you okay?" Travis directs at me and rushes over to lean by my bedside. Going on one knee, he looks under my bed. Like I'd hide anyone there.I hold my forehead and groan, "I guess so? Is there a reason why I shouldn't be?" I ask him and glance in the direction of the pulled down door. I gasp and rub my eyes, "Is there a valuable reason why my door is no longer connected to its hinges?"Travis looks at the door and shakes his head, "Well we were knocking hard and you didn't open up. We spotted two burglars in the house and we thought something had happened to you since you didn't open up quick." he tells me and I groan again."Because I was asleep!" I snap at him in a low voice,and look at the other guys looking around my room carefully. One of them looks in the direction of my closet and starts to
Without wasting any time, I start to run up the stairs. The last thing I want is to be caught by a security guard and get reported to my dad. Trust me, you don't want to know what it's like when a father investigates his kid like the FBI does a criminal suspect.I sigh in relief when I spot my door locked, for a moment in the rush, I thought I'd left it open. I walk right in and gently shut it. Turning the key twice again, making sure that it's locked.Just as I turn around and start to walk into the room, two hands grab mine and tightly secure them behind my back. I open my mouth to let out a squeal but another pair of hands find their way to my mouth and my neck.I tilt my head a bit to see why the hand around my neck feels so sharp. There is a knife around my neck.Everywhere suddenly starts to darken and I feel a bit of uneasy dizziness, my legs feel weak and I automatically fall to the side, in an attempt to pass out.The h