• A story about a girl
    The beginning


    It all started as a normal day at school, children playing in the yard or children writing sums or an essay for detention. Then you could hear the creak of the school gate opening and a girl with short dark drown hair, light blue eyes and an orange ribbon in her hair, stepped in with her mother. The whole yard fell silent and all you could hear, was the birds tweeting above as they walked up to the school. A boy whispered “I hope she’s not in my class, looks way to evil,” to a friend nearby which let out a big snort in laughter. The girl looked up at the boy who just laughed and gave him a cold look then went into the school. The yard started to play again while the girl went to the office to find out what class she has to go to and what books to get.
    The girl looked up at her mother and sort of shouted “I don’t want you to go, I hate moving from school to school, ITS JUST TOO SCARY!”
    “Now, now, Jenna we have to, I got a new job here so we must stay,” the mother said.
    “NO, or maybe its because you broke up with your boyfriend and couldn’t stand living in to live is the same city as him because your to scared! Is that right?” Jenna said angrily then the principle came out with a big smile on his dirty looking face and said in a big rough voice “Well hello there little girl, what can I do for you?”
    The girl surged and pointed at her mother and said in a small voice “ask her, she’s the one why here in the first place” so the big man stood up straight and looked her mother.
    “Aham, should we step in Mrs. Wolf?” the man said in his rough voice while pointing at the door.
    The office was a big room split into two. When the girl looked in the office she saw a little infant was balling her eyes out over a tiny cut that was no bigger then the with of your tinny fingers nail and whispered to her “big baby” and then faced her mother so the tiny girl started to cry harder so the principle’s secretary put some cream and a plaster on it and told the girl to rest in her class, so she ran of to her class.
    “Shall we talk in here?” the principle said once again facing the other room’s door.
    “Yes” The girls mother said then turned around to face her Jenna and said in gentle voice “Jenna, dear, please sit here and don’t move or make a sound for a bit, while I talk to this nice man” “Mom, I’m not a baby any more, I can take care of my self and why cant I play outside with all the other kids?!” Jenna said in an annoyed but quite voice.
    “Ok, run out side and make new friends then ill tell u what class you have to go to after this break, ok?”
    “Sure mom whatever” Then Jenna ran outside.


    The yard was super big and you could barley see the end of it. Then Jenna saw a group of girls playing in the yard and decided to go over and ask to play. One girl was wearing glasses and had frizzy hair; another had a blue hair band and wavy hair, one had striate hair and slightly crocket teeth then the last girl had a bent nose and a horrible smile. So she could play but she didn’t know that the gang of girls was really mean. So she said “hi, um could I play with you girls?”
    “why should we let you play with us?” said the girl with bent nose and the horrible smile.
    “Well um because I have no one else to play with,” Jenna said quietly once more.
    “Well then, TAKE A HIKE!!!”
    “YA WELL I ONLY ASKED IF COULD PLAY TO BE NICE!!!” then Jenna punched her in the nose and stormed off massaging her fist and muttering under her breath.
    It bled and you could hear a little crunch as if it was broken. The girl ran into the school (by that time blood was sort of pouring out of her nose) with great big tears in her eyes.
    “What’s wrong with you?” the principal said looking quite horrified at her.
    “It was a girl not wearing her uniform that I never saw before!” sobbed the girl.
    The principle looked at Jenna’s mum and frowned at her. As you could have imagined she felt like a idiot and had to say something but no words came out. A few minuets later she said “Um, should I go and get her?”
    “Yes please Ms. Wolf that would be very helpful,” the principal said in his weird, silly voice and went back to nursing the girl that Jenna hit.

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    Back in the smallest corner of the school yard Jenna was huddled up in a ball trying not to cry and hoping no one would see her. A boy came up to her and asked “Why are you crying?”
    “I’m not crying!” Jenna replied angrily.
    “Then how come you have tears in your eyes?”
    “No I don’t,” She said as she rubbed her eyes and nose then sniffed.
    “Here use this,” he said as he handed Jenna a tissue.
    “Thank you,” she said then blew her nose.
    “So what’s your name?” he asked.
    “Jenna, what’s yours?”
    “Jack.”
    “I like the name Jack.”
    “Really?”
    “Yup!”
    Then Jenna’s mum came up looking furious, and took her away from Jack.
    “What was that for!” Jenna shouted.
    “For making that little girl cry and bleed!”
    “It wasn’t my fault! She was slanging me and not being nice to me!”
    “So what! That give you no reason to hit that girl!”
    “Then you should stop running away from cites and towns just because u dumped your boyfriends!”
    She stopped pulling Jenna. Jenna stopped squirming. They bough looked at each other.
    Jenna’s mum smacked her and started to sort of run again.
    “I was making maybe the only friend I’ll make in this school and you had to come in and ruin it you horrible witch!!!!!” Jenna shouted at her mum.
    “To bad! You can meet him again tomorrow you spoilt brat!”
    The school bell rang and kids started to walk and run up to their line and staring at them.
    They got to the office and the principal did not look so happy actually quite angry. The principal gave Jenna’s mum the books, Jenna’s new class and the best place to get the school uniform. After that he gave Jenna cold look as she walked out with her mum. Her mum was still very angry and the ride back from school was very quite. They did not talk or even look at each other. When they got back to the house Jenna ran up to her room. She wished her mum didn’t have to break up with her dad. That they could stay like a big happy family. But no, They were a broken up, sad family. She wished that they were still in their little house in Dublin, with dad. She wrote in her diary with her purple, fluffy gel pen and wrote;
    “Dear diary,
    Today was one of the most Ok’ish, worst day ever. The OK bit about it is that I found a new friend and bad bit about it is that
    A. I’m just going to end up losing him,
    B. my new principal hates me and C. I had a big fight with my mum. <( crying )> *sigh* Hopefully my mum will forget about and move on with her life well and I hope I forget about and move on with my life too.”

    She closed her book then put the lock on it then put it under her pillow.
    The mother called Jenna down for dinner. Jenna stumbled down the stairs, Grabbed her plate then stumbled back up the stairs. Jenna could hear her mother’s voice as she said, “You cant hide up there forever you know!!!”
    “Who said I was!!! I just don’t want to see your ugly face ever again!” Jenna yelled back.
    Jenna’s mother sunk into her seat and thought, Does she really hate me that much?
    Then sighed.

    Upstairs, Jenna has finished her dinner and is packing her bags. While she packs she wonders Is what I’m doing right? Well, I suppose it is. I mean I’m really annoyed with that stupid woman, Why don’t I stay A night or two somewhere. Hmmm, Where to stay? I could nick her credit card (after all, I do know the code) And I could find a little B&B somewhere! Perfect! I shall leave as soon as possible!
    And that’s what she did. As soon as Jenna’s Mother fell asleep (on the couch, Per usual) She crept out of the front door. Jenna’s heart was pounding so hard she felt like she was going to throw up. But that didn’t stop her. She took a few deep breaths then put her bag over her back and stood up straight. The street looked so different at night. Poor Jenna lived literally right beside a pub. So as you would of imagined drunken asses would be waddling out the door, past Jenna (smelling absolutely horrible) and down the street and trying to sing. Jenna couldn’t help but let out a little giggle when a drunken old man walked over to a sober girl and told her she was pretty and some day would like to marry her than that girl got all of her stuff and walked away from that man. She was walking towards Jenna.
    “Isn’t a little past your bed-time Hun?” She asked, in her -trying to be- sweetest voice.
    “What? No, not at all! I’m Four-teen! Not a little baby!” Jenna replied angrily.
    “Fierce little one, aren’t we!?” She said as she put her hand on Jenna’s shoulder.
    “Hey! Get off me!” Jenna said as she tried to wriggle free. “I don’t even know your name! What gives you the idea that you can touch me!?”
    “We are a fierce little one. The names Emma. What’s yours?”
    “Why should I tell you?”
    “Because I told you mine.”
    “Ok, that’s a good enough point. Its Jenna.”
    “Nice name. I wish I had a name that nice.”
    “Yeah? I wish I looked as pretty as you do,” Jenna pouted as she could see Emma’s face under the light of a lamp post.
    “It takes time to look this good, but you will be as pretty as me some day, I can feel it,” Emma said as she smiled at Jenna.
    “Yeah, yeah. Stop trying to be nice. I’m just here to find a B&B so tell me where the closest one to her is.”
    Oh, I think there is one down the road.”
    “Thanks. I will be off now. ‘Nice’ meeting you.”
    “Ok. See you very soon.” Emma smiled as she said that.

    Jenna walked down the street not knowing that she was in for a big surprise.




    The Night

    Jenna found the B&B. It was tiny and smelled like wet dog. They must have dog. Thought Jenna. I hate dogs.
    A women stepped out of a room, looked at Jenna (In disgrace) and said, “Your almost as bad as my own daughter.”
    Jenna blinked and was shocked. That’s not a very nice way to great your guest! Thought Jenna.
    “How am I almost like your daughter?” Jenna asked.
    “Well, you come in at like…” The woman thought for a second then called out “JACK! WHAT TIME IS IT!?!”
    “Wha!” Cried a voice then there was a big bang from upstairs.
    “Stupid boy. Always was so clumsy,” Said the woman mockingly.
    "Jack! That boys name is Jack! What school does he go to?"
    "The one just down the road from us," Answered the lady confused.
    Oh my gosh! Could he be the boy I met today? Probably not... After all there are like a billion Jacks.



    The same story line.. Just got edited and the second part added onto it...
    Still to be continued.... whee