The moment I walk into the school, on my own like most days, I catch sight of a trio that I'd rather not draw attention from. I've not talked to Jax in a long while, and I still haven't figured what I'd say to him about him and Jen. Is it even any of my business? But it bothers me, every time I think of Angeline I remember how she was so in love with him, and how she could have been heartbroken and taken forever to get over him had anything happened to keep them apart. Maybe I could have managed if it was just Jax and Simon, but no, Jon is with them too.Now, that complicates everything.They are standing at the stairs that lead to the huge front doors, with Simon leaning on the other side of the rail. I watch other students pass by, but only in ones and twos, and not a group I can hide in the midst of -sometimes being short is a blessing- and go past them without being noticed.I should have worn my snap back today.While I stand there and hope they disp

I talk to her. I know she can't hear me, I know she isn't even exactly down there, and I like to think of her soul dancing somewhere like she used to do, with the stars or in heaven. I talk to her anyway, as if she can hear me. I tell her about my first detention, I tell her how many things are different without her around, but I definitely do not tell her about Jen and Jax. I don't even mention Jax. There are fresh flowers near the headstone, other than the live ones, and I wonder who they are from.Does Jax even come here?And tell her what?Hey I'm now dating your other best friend?Or cry and ask that she forgives him?I stay for a while, throwing glances to the mass of black on the other side, watching so I’ll see when it's time to leave so that my parents won't miss me.I tell her about Jude."You would have made fun of me, right? And teased me about how I now have the hottest guy in school talking to me. And

I love P.E because it’s a chance to spend actual school time outside the class. That doesn’t mean I like it one bit when the teacher goes all out on us like we are some professional team in training. I’m pretty unfit for a girl my size, I rarely get through one lap around the field without huffing like a broken train.  It is the last class on Monday, and I walk out of the girl’s locker room and trudge behind some other classmates towards the field. I have on school issue sports shorts that has the school’s initials right across my ass. We come to the massive field that includes a football pitch, a track, and an outside seriously dilapidated basketball court which is no longer used. There’s a new one in the school gym. The teacher is already lauding the students up and I walk over to the small group, hoping he won’t tell us to go laps. “Four around

I should have known the dramatic part of my Monday — turned out to be an interesting day, didn’t it — was far from over because when I get home, I walk into a heated argument between Trey and Maria. It’s not the usual tiff about who used whose what or got in whose way.  “Don’t be rude to her!” Trey is saying as I tiptoe to the kitchen doorway and stand there like a ghost, unseen and unheard. “Don’t tell me what to do, it’s none of your business,” Maria says from her spot near the fridge. She’s clutching a diet coke in her hand, glaring daggers at Trey. “You’re just jealous, can you get over it?” Trey snaps. “Jealous? Oh please. You’re just frustrated that she doesn’t like you back, don’t drag me into your crap,” she snaps back. Sounds interesting…

 “Scoot, the rest of us want to sit too.” I look at Nicki but keep my mouth shut. Nothing is going to ruin my mood today, as I’m having the time of my week. The past week has been extremely boring, with no excitement to speak of in my life. It has gone back to its old routine of school and three friends and nosy siblings, two of them who are not talking to each other. I think very soon I might be saying four friends, because in the course of the past week Simon has been dragging Isaac with him everywhere. Not complaining or anything, he’s pretty cool and there’s a lot of space for improvement in my friendship department. Cole has been saying hi every time we cross paths, but I’m not going to put him on my possible friend list…yet. I still haven’t been able to gather up enough courage to ask him why Jude hasn’t been to school for seven days now, so I think I’m still a l