***AUTHORESS NOTES***

Ah, more busy-ness! Sorry for the lack of updates, I haven't had the
time or energy to write.

I'm going to warn you ahead of time that quite a bit of this will be
non-fiction. Jenna Riley and Nick Walker aren't real people, but they're
heavily based on real people and Aaron Johnson is real, and quite a bit
of the stuff in here will be real too. Except the Pokemon stuff. I won't
pretend that's real, and warp the minds of innocent children.

REMEMBER! This story is rated PG-13 for use of alcohol, self-injury and
mild language. If any of y'all are parents, you might want to seriously
decide that this isn't the story you want your children to read. There
are serious themes discussed in this story, and some may not be
appropriate for children.

Here we go onto chapter 2! Thank you all for all your support!

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Chapter 01: Casuality


     They were lying to her. She could tell. Jenna may not have been the
brightest star in the sky, but she also wasn't a complete idiot. "That's
okay." She could lie with a grin on. One of her few talents.

     "We really wish we could go, Jenna, but your party's on the day of
Andrew's party." Emily Richards was trying to sound sincere, but she
wasn't really that good at it. She should've taken the same acting
classes Jenna had. Then maybe Jenna would've believed her.

     "We are so sorry," chimed in Astrid Landgren, her blonde hair
swishing behind her. Alana Penn and Bree Maxwell nodded behind her.
Candace would've came, Jenna knew she would've. Too bad she had gotten
drunk when they had went to Borrego and her father had shipped her off
to Orimo to go on a "Pokemon journey". How retarded. In three days, they
would all be paired off to go on one anyways.

     Bailey Monterrey, Candace's replacement, said nothing, not really
knowing or caring for the brunette that stood disappointed in front of
her. Ben Parker, Candace's older brother, said nothing either. He was
mainly just a statue with an arm around Bree. Now that Candace was gone,
nobody considered her feelings. Not to mention that nobody hesitated to
jump all over her brother.

     'I need to get out of here,' she thought. 'I never should've come
back. It was a mistake.'

     Astrid, decked head to toe in Abercrombie and Fitch, snickered.
"Did you see the skirt Lauren is wearing? Where did she buy it,
Wal-Mart?"

     Bree, who heavily favored Hollister, was staring in another
direction though. Anna Brown was walking in the direction of the group.
The shirt she was wearing looked oddly familiar. 

     "Astrid, isn't that the shirt you wanted to buy at Armani?"
questioned Bree with a raised and perfectly plucked eyebrow. 

     The blonde scowled. "Yes. Stupid bee-yotch." At last, Anna crossed
paths with the now pissed off leader of the group.

     "Anna!" called Astrid with a toothy grin. "I tried that shirt on,
but it looked cheap so I put it back. Armani doesn't suit you, sweetie!"
Anna looked down at her shirt and frowned. Jenna could tell she was
crushed. She made a quick getaway, as Astrid, Emily, Alana, Bree and
Bailey laughed behind her. Jenna let out a chuckle. It was just better
not to have them get suspicious.

     "I have to go to my locker and get something for journalism," lied
Jenna who rushed off in the direction of Anna. It did not cross the
minds of anyone that Jenna wasn't heading in the direction of her
locker, or that she wasn't even taking journalism.

     "Anna!" she called out. She was more focused on the girl than where
she was going. Then suddenly... Wham! She collided with something and
crashed to the floor, her multi-colored Billabong tote bag spilling open
and all of the books falling to the floor. She got up quickly and dusted
off the jeans she was wearing. Her eyes quickly landed on the noticeable
tear in the blue Abercrombie logo shirt she was wearing. Her stomach and
belly button piercing were now completely visable. 

     "Crap!" she cried out. Her mom was going to be so mad. Her dad
would just lecture about how he paid thirty dollars for one t-shirt and
how she couldn't take proper care of it, than hand her the credit card
and tell her to replace it. 

     "Here," said a deep voice. A tall boy that she recognized as a boy
from the youth group she sometimes went to, Aaron Johnson, held out the
tote bag. All of the books had been placed back inside.

     "Thanks," she muttered as she examined the rip and tried to think
of possible way to cover it up.

     "Did I do that?" questioned Aaron. Jenna nodded silently. "I'm
really sorry. If you don't mind missing first period, I can drive you
home to get a new shirt or a jacket or something."

     First period. What did she have for first hour? Oh yeah, extended
english. First AND second hour. Oh well, one day of no english wouldn't
kill her. She could live without it.

     "Aaron, come on!" called somebody behind them. Jenna turned around.
Nick Walker, one of her old friends, was waiting in the doorway for his
friend. Aaron shook his head.

     "I destroyed her shirt. I'm going to run her home so she could
change," he told him. Nick rolled his eyes.

     "God forbid that the little princess wear a non-perfect shirt for
once," he muttered under his breath.

     "I'm not deaf, I can hear you," Jenna snapped.

     "And you think I care?" Nick rolled his eyes yet again. "Do we need
to replace it? Make the grand people at Abercrombie a little richer? I'm
sure sixty dollars for a shirt will help them put food on the table."

     "It was thirty dollars," she retorted. "Aaron, do you think we
could go now?"

     "Sure," he replied. "I'll see you second hour, Nick."

     "Bye," Nick replied unhappily. He disappeared quickly down the
hall.

Jenna couldn't wait for three days to pass.