Oops Sorry, Wrong Number (Fixer Upper), chapter 1
It's 1 AM and I can't sleep. Crap. I can't stop thinking about him! Maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself shall I? My names Jenna Shorban. I'm 13, becoming 14. I live in California, I hate it here. I have Hazel eyes and blonde hair. But when I put on my eyeliner my eyes turn out to be grey. I LOVE Green Day, AFI, and Korn. I got to see Korn in concert a year ago. Now, on to the guy I like! (He he) He's so gorgous. He's name is Tom. I did hear that he played in a band. I dunno what band, hell I'm not even sure what he plays! But he's really cool.
I get up in the morning with no sleep. I take a short shower and get dressed
then I hurry to my mirror and put my eyeliner and mascara on. Then I go downstairs to find Brooke. She's a friend I might a long time ago. Anyway, I came up to her and greeted her.
"Hey! You ready to go?" Brooke asked
I nodded. "Lets head to the junkpile!" Jenna said as they headed to the bus top.
"So will you finally have the guts to talk to Tom?" Brooke asked curiously.
"Well he does go to the same Math class then I do. I'll try to sit next to him," I said worried We got to the bus stop and got on the bus, I just sat there quietly untill we got there.
We finally made it to school. Started chatting a little bit then the bell rang for first period. Ahh...My favorite subject, English! I love writing, Especially poetry! Acouple of my poems were about Tom First period and second period flew by fast, then it was recess. I was trying to find Brooke, I noticed I wasrunning out of time for looking for her so I thought that I'd go to find Tom. Then the bell rang. Yes, the moment has come! MATH!! I went to class and I found Tom in the very back. Not many people there, so I sat next to him.
"Hi..." I said. Oh yeah, I'm really good.
"Hello....Hey aren't you Jenna?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, how do you know my name?" I asked.
"Your the one that writes the poems, You know, on the school newspaper!" he said.
I was shocked. Sorta blushed."Yeah, I am."
"This might sound a little wierd but, I really like your poems," he said.
"Thanks, hearing it from you means a lot," I smiled. He returned my smile and looked down.
It was after math and he gave me a little piece of paper. I looked at it and it had his number on it. 'HOLY SHIT!!!' I thought. 'I can't wait till I tell Brooke! I wonder how she's gonna react?' I thought again. I made it to my other class and I couldn't think. Only of Tom. I still can't believe he gave me his number! The bell rang, then it was time for lunch.
I paid my lunch then sat down by myself. Then Tom came and sat next to me. Woo! "Why are you so alone, Jenna?" he asked.
"Not much friends, and I don't like to be bothered when writing new material." I showed him my poem.
"Can I read?" he asked again.
I hesitated, 'Does he know those poems are mostly about him? Oh gosh I have butterflies in my stomach!' I thought.
"This is awsome! Are you gonna put this one in the paper?" he asked.
"Nah, that's sorta a secret poem," I said
"Oh, what's it about, Jenna?" he asked so curiously.
"I did say it was secret," I said with a firm voice.
"Aww c'mon, atleast tell me after school!" he pleaded like a little boy.
I giggled. "Deal, I'll tell you after school." He smiled and walked out to talk to his friends.
The bell rang for next class. It went by quickly again. Then school was out, and I went on the bus and I got off of the bus. Then Brooke came off of the bus.
"Hey! Dude! You will never ever, ever guess what happened today!!" I said really exited to tell her.
"What? Did you talk to him?"
"More than that! He gave me his number!" I said pulling out nothing. "FUCK!! I lost the paper!" I said whining.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm sure you remember some of the numbers, don't ya?" She asked trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah, some...I'll try when I get home."
I got home, I picked up the phone and started dailing numbers that might have been simular to Tom's number. The phone rang, and I crossed my fingers and closed my eyes tight to see if it was Tom who picked up.
"Hello?" I heard a voice. It sounded like a little boys voice, thinking that was his little brother, or something like that.
"Hello? Is Tom there?" I asked hopefully.
"No, this is the Armstrongs house."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I've got the wrong number then. Bye!"
"Bye," the little boy said then I hung up.
I get up in the morning with no sleep. I take a short shower and get dressed
then I hurry to my mirror and put my eyeliner and mascara on. Then I go downstairs to find Brooke. She's a friend I might a long time ago. Anyway, I came up to her and greeted her.
"Hey! You ready to go?" Brooke asked
I nodded. "Lets head to the junkpile!" Jenna said as they headed to the bus top.
"So will you finally have the guts to talk to Tom?" Brooke asked curiously.
"Well he does go to the same Math class then I do. I'll try to sit next to him," I said worried We got to the bus stop and got on the bus, I just sat there quietly untill we got there.
We finally made it to school. Started chatting a little bit then the bell rang for first period. Ahh...My favorite subject, English! I love writing, Especially poetry! Acouple of my poems were about Tom First period and second period flew by fast, then it was recess. I was trying to find Brooke, I noticed I wasrunning out of time for looking for her so I thought that I'd go to find Tom. Then the bell rang. Yes, the moment has come! MATH!! I went to class and I found Tom in the very back. Not many people there, so I sat next to him.
"Hi..." I said. Oh yeah, I'm really good.
"Hello....Hey aren't you Jenna?" Tom asked.
"Yeah, how do you know my name?" I asked.
"Your the one that writes the poems, You know, on the school newspaper!" he said.
I was shocked. Sorta blushed."Yeah, I am."
"This might sound a little wierd but, I really like your poems," he said.
"Thanks, hearing it from you means a lot," I smiled. He returned my smile and looked down.
It was after math and he gave me a little piece of paper. I looked at it and it had his number on it. 'HOLY SHIT!!!' I thought. 'I can't wait till I tell Brooke! I wonder how she's gonna react?' I thought again. I made it to my other class and I couldn't think. Only of Tom. I still can't believe he gave me his number! The bell rang, then it was time for lunch.
I paid my lunch then sat down by myself. Then Tom came and sat next to me. Woo! "Why are you so alone, Jenna?" he asked.
"Not much friends, and I don't like to be bothered when writing new material." I showed him my poem.
"Can I read?" he asked again.
I hesitated, 'Does he know those poems are mostly about him? Oh gosh I have butterflies in my stomach!' I thought.
"This is awsome! Are you gonna put this one in the paper?" he asked.
"Nah, that's sorta a secret poem," I said
"Oh, what's it about, Jenna?" he asked so curiously.
"I did say it was secret," I said with a firm voice.
"Aww c'mon, atleast tell me after school!" he pleaded like a little boy.
I giggled. "Deal, I'll tell you after school." He smiled and walked out to talk to his friends.
The bell rang for next class. It went by quickly again. Then school was out, and I went on the bus and I got off of the bus. Then Brooke came off of the bus.
"Hey! Dude! You will never ever, ever guess what happened today!!" I said really exited to tell her.
"What? Did you talk to him?"
"More than that! He gave me his number!" I said pulling out nothing. "FUCK!! I lost the paper!" I said whining.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm sure you remember some of the numbers, don't ya?" She asked trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah, some...I'll try when I get home."
I got home, I picked up the phone and started dailing numbers that might have been simular to Tom's number. The phone rang, and I crossed my fingers and closed my eyes tight to see if it was Tom who picked up.
"Hello?" I heard a voice. It sounded like a little boys voice, thinking that was his little brother, or something like that.
"Hello? Is Tom there?" I asked hopefully.
"No, this is the Armstrongs house."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I've got the wrong number then. Bye!"
"Bye," the little boy said then I hung up.
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