All My Thoughts Were Only Of You, chapter 1
(Year 1989)
"Shit!" screamed Jenny, while cleaning up the orange juice spill. This is the first day of school for Jenny in California. Her family moved here from Chicago for her dad's work. Jenny was very upset to move and to leave her friends, and her school. She didn't think it was fair to leave in the middle of her senior year in high school since she will be moving back there for college. "Mom, I'm leaving for school!" Jenny's Mom probably didn't hear her, she was probably out back smoking.
Twenty minutes later I'm at my new school in the office to get my locker combination. I'm gonna be in this place a lot. The woman at the desk was on the phone. She had long fake finger nails painted pink, and frizzy long blonde hair. I was standing for five minutes and school was about to start in 10 minutes. I got annoyed so I interrupted her conversation, "Excuse me, I am new here and I need my schedule and locker combination.'' The woman looked up she was annoyed at me, haha. "I am on the phone with my cousin, its very important. Can you wait a minute please?" God I hate secretaries! "No, I can't. Your personal life needs to wait. You need to do your job and help the students. I will get my schedule and locker combination now and if not now then I'm sure my Mom will make a phone call to the board." My Mom or dad wouldn't make a phone call, but she doesn't know that. The secretary tells her cousin that she will call her back and hand me a piece of paper of all my information. "Now that wasn't hard now was it?" I love being a smartass.
I'm leaning against my locker looking at my schedule then I notice someone is standing by me. I look up and three girls are giving me dirty looks. Great, new clicks. "You got a problem or something?" I make myself sound rough. One girl speaks up guessing she's the leader, "Oh no, we're just observing the new girl. I'm Scarlet, and I have a feeling you will be in my way." Scarlet has long wavy brown hair and dark. All three are wearing slutty clothes of course. "I could care less who the fuck you are. I'm not worried if I will be in your way but you should be worried if your mine." I get up all in her face. I start walking away but turn around, "by the way, I'm Jenny, don't waste my time OK?" I hate people like that, they need to grow up. I hear them whispering but I keep on walking. Then one of the girls goes on the left side of me and pushes me into the lockers, it wasn't hard but it made a loud noise. People start staring at me, giving me weird looks. The girl who pushed me went back over to Scarlet and the other girl. I noticed that the art club was doing some painting in the halls.... I went over and I grabbed a jar of red paint and I ran over to them and poured the paint all over the girl who pushed me. The two girls gasped and the other girl screamed, "my hair!" People were laughing, and then a teacher walked up to me, "what is your name, young lady?" I stare blankly. Oops, forgot there were consequences to your actions in school. "Jenny Gellar," i trail off. I know what the teacher will say next, Ms. Gellar that was very wrong of you to do that. Go to the office and then apologize. The teacher had short black hair, glasses and a lot of make up on. She wore a pink blouse and black dress pants. "Well, Ms. Gellar, I believe you are new to this school and town, but that does not give you a right to pour paint on Violet," her voice squeaks. Violet, her name is Violet? What are the three girls, the color named click? The teacher hands me a piece of paper to give to the secretary at the desk. I walk into the office and it was the same secretary as before. I wasn't in the mood to give her another hard time. I hand over the paper and the secretary gave me a "You deserved it look haha" look. The secretary tells me since I'm new that I only have detentions, today and tomorrow after school.
After school, I go to room 122 where detention is being held. I walk in a give the teacher at the desk my detention slip. I look around only three other people are in the room so far. One girl has crazy red curly hair and half her faced piece. Two of the guys looked like they were good pals, one wore a black sweatshirt and black pants, and actually the other guy wore the same! I take a seat away from everyone in the back. I put my hand on my cheek and close my eyes. I think about the windy city Chicago I used to live in. I think about all my friends, my school, and my old favorite clicks. I miss those days. "Back again, Mr. Armstrong?'' the person at the desk laughed. I look up and see some guy with messy brown hair, green eyes, and he is shorter then me. He smiles like he is proud, and looks around the room. He looks at me and his smile disappears. He looked all serious. He walks over and sits down in the desk to the right of me. It looks like he is thinking of something to say to me. He sits there quietly for 5 minutes but then he starts up a conversation. "So you must be new here?" he asked. I bite my lip for some reason, acting like I'm shy. I gain my confidence back in the next 10 seconds, "Yep, from Chicago. I'm Jenny, you are?" He looks at me mysteriously, "Billie Joe, so aren't you the girl who threatened, and poured red paint on some click here?" I couldn't help but laugh. It was funny that the whole school new. It wouldn't be a big deal back in Chicago. ''Yeah, the little bitch deserved it," I laughed some more. Billie Joe thought it was funny too because he laughed with me. Billie's eyes were incredible, I don't know why but I think it was his best feature. "So, Jenny, if you want, do you want to go see my band perform?" Billie asked. OK, why would he want to ask me? He doesn't even know me, its probably a sick joke. He is probably a boyfriend to one of those girls, trying to get back at me. "Sure," I responded, but why did I? Billie Joe smiled, "Pick you up at seven?" I nodded. My Mom could care less if I went out or not. "I live on 522 Harmon Street," I told him. All through detention, Billie Joe was interested about me, so I told him about my life in Chicago. I told him about my school, friends, and ex boyfriends. I told him it was my dream to graduate from High School and go to Loyola University in Chicago. He told me he probably won't graduate, "School isn't my thing. My band is my dream, Sweet Children." Detention was over, I'm walking home and I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. I was so excited to see Billie Joe perform!
When I'm home I see my Mom unpacking some of our kitchen stuff. I walk over to help, and I see that my Mom isn't very cheery. Oh, yeah, she must have gotten a phone call from the school. "I got a phone call from your school today," she began. Ha, I was right. "Why on earth would you pour red paint all over an innocent girl?" I laughed. Innocent girl? Oh, yeah right! My Mom gets all serious, "This isn't funny Jen! You moved to a place, new enviroment, new school, and there is new people! You have to act responsible, be more mature, and stop with these evil schemes! Grow up!" I get a little annoyed at my mom. She doesn't understand what I'm going through. I turn to her and look straight in her eyes, "Mom, I don't even know where to begin! Yeah, Mom, I know moved, but it wasn't by choice! I wanted to stay in Chicago, with my old school, friends and whatever!" my voice gets louder now. How is my mom actually acting like a real mom? She would just usually laugh at the girl and say she deserved it. "That innocent girl wasn't so innocent after all! You don't know the story, she threataned me, and slammed me in the lockers, which hurt me pretty damn bad. Oh, and I need to grow up? You need to grow up Mom! You don't want to be here as much as I do. Stop pretending you're happy and tell dad that you hate it here!" My Mom squints her eyes at me, "don't tell me to grow up! You don't know what your talking about, you little bitch!" My Mom slapped me across the face. It didn't hurt, but she shouldn't have slapped me. Goosebumps form all over my back and arms. Tears fill my eyes. I grabbed my purse and walk out the door, and not knowing when to come back.
"Shit!" screamed Jenny, while cleaning up the orange juice spill. This is the first day of school for Jenny in California. Her family moved here from Chicago for her dad's work. Jenny was very upset to move and to leave her friends, and her school. She didn't think it was fair to leave in the middle of her senior year in high school since she will be moving back there for college. "Mom, I'm leaving for school!" Jenny's Mom probably didn't hear her, she was probably out back smoking.
Twenty minutes later I'm at my new school in the office to get my locker combination. I'm gonna be in this place a lot. The woman at the desk was on the phone. She had long fake finger nails painted pink, and frizzy long blonde hair. I was standing for five minutes and school was about to start in 10 minutes. I got annoyed so I interrupted her conversation, "Excuse me, I am new here and I need my schedule and locker combination.'' The woman looked up she was annoyed at me, haha. "I am on the phone with my cousin, its very important. Can you wait a minute please?" God I hate secretaries! "No, I can't. Your personal life needs to wait. You need to do your job and help the students. I will get my schedule and locker combination now and if not now then I'm sure my Mom will make a phone call to the board." My Mom or dad wouldn't make a phone call, but she doesn't know that. The secretary tells her cousin that she will call her back and hand me a piece of paper of all my information. "Now that wasn't hard now was it?" I love being a smartass.
I'm leaning against my locker looking at my schedule then I notice someone is standing by me. I look up and three girls are giving me dirty looks. Great, new clicks. "You got a problem or something?" I make myself sound rough. One girl speaks up guessing she's the leader, "Oh no, we're just observing the new girl. I'm Scarlet, and I have a feeling you will be in my way." Scarlet has long wavy brown hair and dark. All three are wearing slutty clothes of course. "I could care less who the fuck you are. I'm not worried if I will be in your way but you should be worried if your mine." I get up all in her face. I start walking away but turn around, "by the way, I'm Jenny, don't waste my time OK?" I hate people like that, they need to grow up. I hear them whispering but I keep on walking. Then one of the girls goes on the left side of me and pushes me into the lockers, it wasn't hard but it made a loud noise. People start staring at me, giving me weird looks. The girl who pushed me went back over to Scarlet and the other girl. I noticed that the art club was doing some painting in the halls.... I went over and I grabbed a jar of red paint and I ran over to them and poured the paint all over the girl who pushed me. The two girls gasped and the other girl screamed, "my hair!" People were laughing, and then a teacher walked up to me, "what is your name, young lady?" I stare blankly. Oops, forgot there were consequences to your actions in school. "Jenny Gellar," i trail off. I know what the teacher will say next, Ms. Gellar that was very wrong of you to do that. Go to the office and then apologize. The teacher had short black hair, glasses and a lot of make up on. She wore a pink blouse and black dress pants. "Well, Ms. Gellar, I believe you are new to this school and town, but that does not give you a right to pour paint on Violet," her voice squeaks. Violet, her name is Violet? What are the three girls, the color named click? The teacher hands me a piece of paper to give to the secretary at the desk. I walk into the office and it was the same secretary as before. I wasn't in the mood to give her another hard time. I hand over the paper and the secretary gave me a "You deserved it look haha" look. The secretary tells me since I'm new that I only have detentions, today and tomorrow after school.
After school, I go to room 122 where detention is being held. I walk in a give the teacher at the desk my detention slip. I look around only three other people are in the room so far. One girl has crazy red curly hair and half her faced piece. Two of the guys looked like they were good pals, one wore a black sweatshirt and black pants, and actually the other guy wore the same! I take a seat away from everyone in the back. I put my hand on my cheek and close my eyes. I think about the windy city Chicago I used to live in. I think about all my friends, my school, and my old favorite clicks. I miss those days. "Back again, Mr. Armstrong?'' the person at the desk laughed. I look up and see some guy with messy brown hair, green eyes, and he is shorter then me. He smiles like he is proud, and looks around the room. He looks at me and his smile disappears. He looked all serious. He walks over and sits down in the desk to the right of me. It looks like he is thinking of something to say to me. He sits there quietly for 5 minutes but then he starts up a conversation. "So you must be new here?" he asked. I bite my lip for some reason, acting like I'm shy. I gain my confidence back in the next 10 seconds, "Yep, from Chicago. I'm Jenny, you are?" He looks at me mysteriously, "Billie Joe, so aren't you the girl who threatened, and poured red paint on some click here?" I couldn't help but laugh. It was funny that the whole school new. It wouldn't be a big deal back in Chicago. ''Yeah, the little bitch deserved it," I laughed some more. Billie Joe thought it was funny too because he laughed with me. Billie's eyes were incredible, I don't know why but I think it was his best feature. "So, Jenny, if you want, do you want to go see my band perform?" Billie asked. OK, why would he want to ask me? He doesn't even know me, its probably a sick joke. He is probably a boyfriend to one of those girls, trying to get back at me. "Sure," I responded, but why did I? Billie Joe smiled, "Pick you up at seven?" I nodded. My Mom could care less if I went out or not. "I live on 522 Harmon Street," I told him. All through detention, Billie Joe was interested about me, so I told him about my life in Chicago. I told him about my school, friends, and ex boyfriends. I told him it was my dream to graduate from High School and go to Loyola University in Chicago. He told me he probably won't graduate, "School isn't my thing. My band is my dream, Sweet Children." Detention was over, I'm walking home and I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. I was so excited to see Billie Joe perform!
When I'm home I see my Mom unpacking some of our kitchen stuff. I walk over to help, and I see that my Mom isn't very cheery. Oh, yeah, she must have gotten a phone call from the school. "I got a phone call from your school today," she began. Ha, I was right. "Why on earth would you pour red paint all over an innocent girl?" I laughed. Innocent girl? Oh, yeah right! My Mom gets all serious, "This isn't funny Jen! You moved to a place, new enviroment, new school, and there is new people! You have to act responsible, be more mature, and stop with these evil schemes! Grow up!" I get a little annoyed at my mom. She doesn't understand what I'm going through. I turn to her and look straight in her eyes, "Mom, I don't even know where to begin! Yeah, Mom, I know moved, but it wasn't by choice! I wanted to stay in Chicago, with my old school, friends and whatever!" my voice gets louder now. How is my mom actually acting like a real mom? She would just usually laugh at the girl and say she deserved it. "That innocent girl wasn't so innocent after all! You don't know the story, she threataned me, and slammed me in the lockers, which hurt me pretty damn bad. Oh, and I need to grow up? You need to grow up Mom! You don't want to be here as much as I do. Stop pretending you're happy and tell dad that you hate it here!" My Mom squints her eyes at me, "don't tell me to grow up! You don't know what your talking about, you little bitch!" My Mom slapped me across the face. It didn't hurt, but she shouldn't have slapped me. Goosebumps form all over my back and arms. Tears fill my eyes. I grabbed my purse and walk out the door, and not knowing when to come back.
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