Well I always wanted to write one and my other fic is near done so I didnt this it would hurt to start this... I'll try to make it different. U better like it and responde... ive been novacianed and im dieing.

Jinny walked down the hallway, holding onto the wall for support. She felt sick. Only 3 hours before that, she found her mother dead in her bathroom. The coppery smell she had identified as blood was still in the air. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see her mother lying there, even though only 30 minuted before that, she had been taken away in a bodybag for an autopsy. Jinny had cried so hard she wasnt sure if there were any emotions left, or if her body could possible make any more tears. She took a left and walked slowly up the stairs, and made another left into her room. She left the lights off. The setting sun cast a dim light through the window, which was enough to light the room. She layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Then it hit her. The awful realization of what had just happened.
(My mother is dead. My mother commited suicide. My mother is not coming back.)
This was the first time it has really sunk into her brain. Before she was just in to much shock to even think. She closed her eyes, to try and stop the tears from coming, but thet only resulted in her seeing her mothers face. And watching exactally what had happened, the few seconds before and after she saw her mom, over and over like a movie. She gave up. It was no use. She a;llowed herself to cry again. Quite hysterically. Her family could hear her sobbing from down in the living room, but they left her alone. They all needed to be alone.
"Oh my god......... Oh my god... no..nononoNOOOOOOO... You cant be gone you cant.... Noo..." Jinny said in between sobs. EVen though it was only about 8 O clock, the entire exstead family went to sleep, her father drunk of course. Casey hadn't spoken a word since he got home. He was worrying his father and even john, he just stared into speace and didn't respond. Jinny was oblivious to the fact he had even come home. At about 9, jinny could hear everyone snore.
(How can they sleep??? How can they? How can you sleep at a time like this? I don't understand how anyone could sleep tonight.)
She knew in the back of her mind that this was how they dealt with stuff. When Grandma Peg died two years before, they went to sleep. She remembered her 5th grade health teacher saying 'Everyone deals with losses in different ways... Anger, sadness, hostility...' Her brothers went to bed... Well it must have worked, when ur asleep u dont have to think about anything. Jinny had always wondered what it would be like to be drunk, she had never done it. She;d drank but always with permission. She remembered watching TV shows with drunks in them always talking about how they felt so carefree when they were drunk. Right now she needed to be carefree... The thought of her dead mother plagued her...
(Why did you leave me? Why did you??? WHY? God it was all my fault wasnt it... I do evertything wrong and she probably thought I hated her didn;t she? I told her that before.... Oh god... it's all my fault... I killed her...)


Im tired and novacianed so its not that wonderful but hey its a start... tomorow Ill actually be awake while typing...

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Jinny got up off her bed and moved sluggishly to the top of the stairs. She breathed in hard and swore she could smell blood, but it was jus her imagination, the smell hadn;t traveled this far in the first place. She did her best to walk quietly down the stairs. Of coursesince she needed to be quite, the stairs made sure to creak extra loud. She paused half way down and craned her neck to look behind her. There was nobody there. She took this as her chance to bound down the stairs, skipping a few, which seemed to make the creaking noise less noticeable. She went over to the liquor cabinet, which had a lock on it. He locked it to keep John Jr. out mainly, Jinny and Casey had never really been the types to drink. Casey was utterly perfect, straight A, honor roll, speaks spanish fluently after taking spanish class for one year, you know the type. Jinny had a tendency to be a bitch and a borderline whore (dresses slutty, acts slutty) but remaned an alcohol and drug-free virgin. Jinny examened the lock for a minute and ran into the kitchen. Her backpack was there, and in it was a 400 dollar lock picking kit she got for free. She didn;t really steal it, the kid who owned it, Zack, (mr. Daddy-has-84mill-so-i-can-buy-more-than-u-so-haha.) moved to his house in Miami and left it in his locker. So she had every right to take it. She returned to the lock and pulled out one of the 25 different tools in the kit and worked at the lock for a second, she'd practiced on gym lockers enough to almost perfect the art of lockpicking. (she also learned to perfect the art of switching peoples clothes and locks around so it was virtually impossible to find your stuff before u graduated.). The lock popped open and she pulled it off. She began to cry again. She knew her mother wouldn't want her to do this. She knew it would really dissapoint her, but the pain was to bad to just ignore it and try to sleep. The only reason she pressed forward with the whole drinking this was the possibility that it might bring her some reliefe from the sadness. Jinny pulled the doors of the liquor cabinet open and looked over the possible choices. She made up her mind and reached for a bottle of vodka. She closed the cabinets and just left the lock sitting there as she went back to her room. Her face was soaked with tears when she got back. She wasn't even sure exactally why she was doing this anymore. Her dad was drunk tonight. He didn't cry, or seem all that sad. Maybe she would have the same results. She took off the cap and sniffed it. The smell was overwhelming at first, she didn't expect it to smell that strong. She put the bottle up to her lips but brought it back again. She argued with herself, she could hear her moms booze is bad lectures going on in her head at the same time as she told herself she would feel so much better.
(It's bad for you Jinny, is kills brain cells and-)
(It numbs you from head to toe and u wont have to cry anymore-)
(It can cause problems with Kidneys... And liver, and give u ulsers! It's addictive.-)
(One time wont hurt. It'll make it easier. Soon you'll get over it and u wont have to ever drink again and it'll be over. You can't get addicted from using it once. You NEED it jinny. You know you do. If you don't do it now you'll be up all night pacing around sobbing and you'll keep seeing moms face... Splattered with blood from her completely shattered skull, lying in a pool of her own blood, which smells a little like copper...)
(You'll end up like your father. He cant stop-)
(Dad's always laughing. Dads always happy.)
Jinny saw her mother again. And she started to cry harder. She wondered how her father could even go back into his bedroom...
(He's drunk. He feels no pain. Don't you want to feel no pain? Don't you want to feel like he feels?------ Yes,)
Jinny put the bottle up to her lips and tilted her head pretty far back. She felt an initial rush as the cold liquid rushed down her throught. She continued to chug it for as long as she could, before she felt like she had no choice but the throw up or stop. Even though she, of course, had'nt felt any effects yet it calmed her a little to know that soon everything would be alright... temporarily. Her stomach felt strange, a weird burning kind of cold kind of strange. She chugged a bit more, and decided the best way would be to take it slow. She took small sip after small sip, which was much easier than trying to down it at once. She didn't realize it was taking any effect on her for a while. Not until she made a quick movement to slide back on her bed a bit. At this point she had slowly drank about 3 shots worth. When she moved the room did a 360 and she was right in the middle of it as things whirled past. The images of her mother slipped away as she focused on how cool in general it felt, to be drunk. She leaned against her headboard as the room setteled back to the way it was supposed to be and continued to sip on the vodka.
(It numbs you from head to toe and u wont have to cry anymore-)

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A few minutes later, Jinny was on the verge of passing out. The bottle was near empty. She was so drunk she couldnt hold it anymore. She just let go and let it roll off the side of her bed, it didnt break but it made a loud thud. Which was enough to wake her father up. He was not entirely drunk when he went to bed and the alcohol had barely any effect on him. Not nearly enough to impare any of his senses. He came down the hall to Jinnys room and peaked in. Jinny was lying on her bed, asleep, the bottle on the floor and the light on. The entire room smelled like vodka.
"JINNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!" His voice could be heard 3,000 miles away in Brooklyn.
"WHA!" Was all Jinny could say as she fell off the bed and hit her head on the nightstand.
"WHAT...." He tried to calm himself. "What is going on??"
"Uhhh.. Uhhh... Uhhh... Um." Jinny turned around and tried to get up but it was a feudal attempt.
"That's great Jin... Just great.... I really need this right now as if I dont have enough things on my mind... Go to sleep." He didnt really want to yell. He understood her. And he wasnt in the mood to yell.
"But... I.."
"What part of go to sleep dont you understand?" He slammed the door and walked back to his room. He cried. For good reason, hs wife was dead, suicide and It was alreayd beggining to ruin the entire family. Jinny on the other hand sat without moving for about 5 seconds then just passed out on her floor.

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Jinny woke up the next morning and felt perfectly fine, her entire memories of last night were gone totally but she really didn't mind that. She layed there for nearly a half hour, then changed her clothes (she went from yesterdays mini tank top and jeans to a pair of sweatpants and a Sesame Street T shirt that still fit from when she was 6) and went downstairs. She tried to be quiet but realized everyone was already awake anyway. John was staring at a wall Casey was on the verge of crying, John Sr. was looking for food (he had never been in the kitchen before) and nobody acknowledged her presence for a good 20 minutes. Finally her father realized she was alive.
"Oh... Hey. How are you feeling?" He tried to be nice. He didnt want to start anything right now. Jinny flashed on him yelling last night and remembered that he knew she had drank.
"I'm--- Fine. Actually, perfect." Jinny mumbled.
"Yeah... Thats how ti is when you're a kid." he looked like he was reminiscing about something "... Don't ever do that again." he shook his head and went back to the refridgerator. "Do you know where your mother... Umm, kept any ediblke food." He regretted saying her name at first.
"No. Don't bother. I'm going to starve myself to death. It might be fun."
"Jinny Just shutup." John Jr finally spoke. "I dont need, we dont need, none of us need your crap right now alright so just shutup.
"I don't have to. I dont have to do anything so go to hell." Jinny said.
"Kids..." John Sr started but it was to late.
"What is your problem anyway> Yeah shes dead, yeah were upset you dont have to go on about starving to death and dieing and all that crap."
In impulse tore at Jinny to hit him. What he said wasnt even really offensive at all in her opinion she just really couldn't stand him, he always had to say somethin negative. She raised her fist and lunged at him, but felt someone grab her from behind and pull her back. She knew it was her father.
"HAHA Nice try" John said and stuck out his toung like a 3 year old. Jinny kicked him in the crotch as well as she could from a distance.
"JINNY!" John Sr. said stuggling to get a hold of her. She was so skinny he was having trouble. Eventualy she gave up and John Jr caried on with his moaning and "Oh im in so much pain..." routine even though Jinny didnt kick him that hard. Casey was crying and nobody noticed and Jinny for some reason really wanted to slam her head on the table and see how bad it hurt, just to get an accurate assumption of what it must feel like to have a little piece of metal rip half of your head of.

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Finally, the Exsteads were doomed to eat dry bread. Jinny ate about a half of a slice and slogged (that actually is a word... weird aint it?) back up to her room. She layed on her bed for a few minuted until her personal phone line rang.
"Uh huh?" That was how she always answered the phone.
"Jinny... Its Raquelle... How are you doing?" Jinny heard her sneeze.
"Alright... Considering. Do you have a cold?" Jinny asked avoiding the subject of her mother.
"Yes. Im home sick.... Look I read in the morning paper... about your mom... I'm so sorry..." Raquelle said.
"So am I." Jinny wiped a tear out of her eye.
"She was so nice... Do you remember that time, that I scraped my knee when we were like 7 and she baked me cookies and let me take like 50 home? That was so nice... She was the only parent in town who didnt want me to die...."
"Raquelle..." Jinny started to cry. "Just would you stop it???"
"Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. It was that was right after my dad died. I didnt want to hear the word Dad for like 3 months..." She paused. "DO you wanna go to the mall? It'll be a good pick-me-up." Raquelle recalled when he father died when she was 10. She was at a freinds house when her mother came in, to announce her father had died of Cancer, which had only been detected 3 months earlier. The next day her freind took her to the mall to see a movie. Even though she was upset, it was still nice to know someone cared enough to at least try and help her.
"No... No I really just want to stay here. Bye." Jinny hung the phone up, she appreciated the offer but she didn;t want to go anywhere. Or do anything. She wanted to jump off the roof but that wasn't an option either... the roof wasn;t high enough. Jinny wanted another drink. It was very nice, to drink until u pass out and not suffer from a hangover like her father (and brother occaisionally) did. Jinny started to get up, but remembered her father was downstairs and layed back down. The liquor cabinet, right near the kitchen was her only source of alcohol. She needed a new plan.

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While lying in her room Jinny could hear her father talking on the phone, his voice muffled from haveing to travel through the floors. She knew it was about her mother and the funeral but that was all she could get out of it. The rest was inaudible.
(Oh god I have to go to her funeral. I don't want to go... I don't want to be in the same room with her...)
Jinny remembered some stupid horror movie she saw where the dead guys coffin got knocked over and he rolled out and his eyes were knocked open and he landed right on his daughters feet staring up at her. Jinny imagined what it would be like to have someone with half their head missing land on your feet, opened eyed and dead. A chill ran up jinny back as she got the mental image of her mother lying on the floor.
(Thats NOT going to happen... it was a stupid old movie things like that never happen......... They could... But they don't, if it did you would hear about it all the time... or not because who would care if a dead guy fell down wouldn't really hurt him now would it? Mom wouldn't care is she fell after she died... I would. )
Jinny got up and went downstairs.
(Milk, not alcohol. Milk, not alcohol. Milk, not alcohol. Milk, not alcohol. )
she repeated over and over in her head. When she got downstairs nobody was in the kitchen, nobody was near the liquor cabinet, and the lock still hadn't been put back on.
(Milk, not alcohol. Milk, not alcohol. Milk, not alcohol......... ALCOHOL.)
She changed her mind pretty quickly. Last night would have been completely wonderfull if her dad hadn't walked in. This time she'd just say she was going to take a nap and not to disturb her. She went to the cabinet and pulled out the first bottle she saw, she only glanced at the label which she thought read rum but she really didn't cath the wordng. She only saw the label was a nice gold color. She listened behind her. She didn;t hear anything so she decided to check through the cabinet again and see if there was anything else. There as everything else in the world of alcohol. Including a few bottles with pricetags still on then, and damn considering her father was cheap 160 bux was alot. She reached out and picked it up but had not time to read the label.
"WHAT are you doing!?" Jinny heard her father bellow from behind her. Jinny whipped around, holding two bottles of booze infront of the off limit cobinet.
"DAD!... What a nice surprise... I was... afraid you had gona out and hadn't told me... I was just re arranging the cabinet... BY PRICE!!! Yes... by price mmm hmmm thats right yes.... Price."
John Sr. raised his eyebrow in a disbeliving way.

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"Ok lets try this again... What are you doing?" John Sr. Asked.
"Dusting?............. Washing bottles?.......... Stealing?" Jinny finally gave in. He knew what she was doing no denying it.
"Thats what I was looking for... ARE YOU INSANE???" he sceamed, Jinny shrunk back against the wall.
"WELL SORRY!!!"
"Sorry is not enough. I went easy on you Jinny the first time... Which was less that 24 HOURS AGO... because I know how you fell Jinny we all do... We're all going through the same thing and drinking will not make it better. It's only a temporary fix. That will cause more problems in the future... Even I'm trying to cut back... You're mother wanted that and she wouldn't want you to start..." He tried to sympathise with her. He started drinking when he was about 13 for no apparent reason. He didn't want to see Jinny end up like him. Subconciously he knewhe was an alcoholic, he just never actually admitted it to himself or others.
"WHO CARES WHAT SHE WANTED!? SHE'S DEAD! OBVIOUSLY SHE DIDNT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO ME! SHE SURE DIDN'T WANT TO STICK AROUND AND SEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jinny screamed.
"Jinny STOP IT! She cared about you. She really did. I don't know why she did this but she loved you very much. AND SHE DID CARE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU! SHE DID WANT TO SEE IT!... I just don't think she wanted to see what happened to her!" John Sr. threw his arms into the air and turned, walked about 3 feet back and trned around again. Jinny started to break down. She was a total dissapointment as a daughter. She made her mother kill herself and she had obviously dissapointed her dad.
"It was all my fault." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I couln't ever do anything right... The best I could get in school was a B and even mom thought I dress like a slut... SHe never said it but she always suggested it... And I always talked back... God I've told u people a million times that I;ve hated you and I've insulted you I'm the worst daughter. You should have disowned me a long time ago." She took a second to let out a long sob hen paused for a second. "How can you still like me?"
"Jinny, we love you..." John Sr. said.
"I know you love me... You have to... I'm your daughter... But how can you LIKE me? As a person? If I were somebody elses kid you probably wouldn't let me in your house... I don't even like me. I never did. Obviously mom didn't either."
"Jinny stop taking this out on youself!" He had to hold himself back from crying. He thought It was his fault she was dead, but he knew he couldnt cry infront of her. He had to be a strong example for everyone. "She always talked about you... How much she loved you. She really cared about you Jinny alot and... and I'm sure she was thinking about you when she pulled the damn trigger... but sometimes the good things in life are outweighed by the bad, but trust me Jinny you were the biggest good thing there..." That really didn't help Jinny.
(She loved me so much and I didn't do anything right... I always implyed I didn't love her I was always a bitch... maybe thats why she's gone. She didn't think I loved her as much as she did me.)
She thought. She slid down the wall and dropped the bottles, but they landed safely on the carpet without breaking. She put her hands down to support her as she sobbed loudly and hysterically. Casey had heard the entire conversation from his room. John could hear it too from his but he could care less. John Sr. sat next to Jinny and hugged her. She felt completely limp and lifeless. Like a pile of laundry. When he pulled her over to him she just swayed in his direction and slumped over on his shoulder.
(That was not the right thing to say...)
John Sr. thought.

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When Jinny fianlly pulled herself together she tried to give herself things to do. She swept, she vaccumed, she actually cleaned off the top of her dresser and found 4 month old cheese (she was wondering what was so smelly) and she got the mail. There were 5 bills and a flyer with Jinnys name scribbled on it. She read it aloud.
"Attention everyone in the Tri State area... Party in SF. Its in 3 weeks. Go to it or feel my wrath. Follow the arrows."
Jinny has a feeling it was from the psycho kid in her biology class. He had a party every so often and he;d give u clues as to how to find it. Once he spray painted blue pawprints in a path leading to an old warehouse. The kid was an insane drug addict and everyone knew it, but he could throw a good party. Jinny had never actually gone to any of them because her dad always found out about it. Liek now.
"What does the tri state area have to do with anything?" He asked comeing around the corner.
"Ummm... I really don't know. The kids crazy anyway. Hes had like 50 partys this year. His brothers a DJ... Hes the one you dont like?... Remember?.... Billy the Pothead?"
"Ooooh yeah! I forgot about him... He still smoke pot?" he asked.
"yeah. He nicknamed himself Smokey McPot." (anyone ever see Dude Wheres my Car?") she replied.
"O... Ok.... You're not going to that party." He went back around the corner toward the livingroom. Jinny really didn't intend on going. Everyone said his partys kicked ass but she knew she'd get caught. She rolled the paper up and stuck it in her back pocket and went back to finding things to do. At about 5 PM her father informed her her mothers funeral would be the day after the next day. Jinny once again flashed on that movie and the possibility of that happening made her throw up. it was of course a closet casket service. The damage done to her head was could not be hidden or covered. That was one thing that made Jinny feel better, she wouldn't have to look at her face again. Knowing she was dead was bad enough. Somewhere in the back of ehr mind she still didn't actually believe it. Seeing her mother at the funeral would confirm the fact she was gone. She had seen her dead and taken away but for some reason she still expected her to be just fine in a hospital, or that she really hadn;t died and she had destroyed an inactive part of her brain. She was in Semi Denial. In the stage where your just beginning to accept the fact their gona but U still feel like they're alive and u want them to be alive so badly u almost believed it. The next day was uneventful. People called and offered their condolences and Jiny really just wanted them to all shut the hell up and go away but everyone seemed to care to dan much to consider how babling on about how wonderful Crystal Exstead was. One person they hadnt talked to in years called up just to say how nice she was and that the name Crystal was a beautiful name. In Jinnys opinion that was pointless. Everyone liked her name, who cares? The fact her parents were creative enough to name her Crystal was the last thing on all of their minds. That day Jinny finally got up the energy to go jogging, and ran into a bunch of kids she new. They went on and on about how sorry they were and how bad they fel for her. Jinny treid to be nice. which took alot of self control... Hell it took alot of self contol not to beat all of them to the ground and rip their hair out. Finally they shut up and Jinny jogged on by. That night the phone calls finally stopped and her father had a few beers and went to sleep almost-sober. Jinny had a chance to steal a bottle of Rum and drink herself to sleep. Right before she fell asleep she started the coundown.
"9 hours... 4 minutes... and 27 seconds until I die." she slurred outloud just before passing out. By die, she meant arriving at the funeral parlor.

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"I GOT YOU BABE!!!" Jinny was woken up by her radio alarm clock that was unbearably loud. She punched it about 5 times before she actually hit the button to make it shut up.
(...I didn't set my alarm clock...) Jinny rolled over to see her dad stnading next to her holding the bottle of rum (only 1/4 was left) stareing at her.
"...DO you have video cameras in here or something?"
"No but thats a good idea!" He replied. "Jinny you are really starting to get on my nervs... YOU DONT WANT TO GET ON MY NERVES NOW!!! MY ENTIRE CENTRAL NERVOSE SYSTEM EXPLODED LAST NIGHT!!! NOW THE REST OF ME IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!" Finally Jinny was feeling some of the remote effects of alcohol. No nausea just a pouding awful migrane type headach, that her father screaming was not helping.
"Well right now my head is about to explode and you're not helping!!" Her own voice was incredibly louyd inside her head.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR IN PAIIIIIIN!!!!!"
"... Ow." Jinny rolled onto her stomach and covered her head with a pillow.
"Alright fine whine about it you have 20 minutes Jinny and u better be ready I am not missing my wifes funeral because of you and your head!!" He walked out and made it a point to slam the door very hard. Afterwards he felt bad about it but she deserved it. Jinny litterally crawled to her closet and put on the first black thing she could find. Like everything else her mother would have thought it was "Indecent" but thats all she owned. It was a black mini skirt, and by mini I mean it also doubled as a headband and her shirt was just a plain somewhat tight button down shirt. Jinny had a very nice figure for a girl her age, and she could eat whatever she wanted and never gain weight. her hair went down to a little longer than mid-back length, and her mother never lether cut it. Well she had before but Jinny at one time had very nice butt length hair which she aboslutely despised in every way, so when she was 12 she took it upon herself to give herself a trim. A trim that resulted in having a stylist cut it up to chin length just to get it remotely even. Jinnys mother made her swear never to cut her hair again. Jinny didn't pla on letting it get any longer than this though. Haveing ultra long hair was something a 5 year old would do. She examined herself in the mirror and found that she looked surprisingly good. She never wore makeup, but for once in her life she actually didn't look bad enough to actually need it. She put on a pair of the black shoes that her mother liked the best. They were 4 inches high and black with the thing around the ankle and the big old strap over the foot. It took Jinny a while to get them on right but when she finally did she got downstairs to where everyone was waiting impatiently.
"Were gonna be late.
"Nice skirt."
"You look like a whore."
"Couldn't you have gona any faster!?"
"You overslept by 2 hours!"
"Were nevergonna get there at this rate." Everyone said 1 million different things at the same time. Jinny just ignored tham and put on her leather jacket (the only coat she owned). Enentually they shut up and got in the car. Jinny looked at the clock.
"42 minutes, 73 seconds, and a millisecond before I die."

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When the exteads got to the funeral home Jinny yelled;
"2 minutes and 4 seconds until i DIEEEEEEEEEEE!" She tried to get her family to let her stay in the car, but that did not work. Her father litterally dragged her inside, but Jinny pulled herself together when a man in a Suit came over to them and bable something in a thick english accent. Her showed them to the room where her mother is and Jinny stopped just before going in.
"5 seconds until I die." she mumbled.
"Excuse me?" the british man said.
"Nevermind." Jinny stepped in.
I died
Actually it wasnt as bad s she though it would be. It wad a plain room full of flowers. So many the coffin was barely visible. Still she got the feeling that something really,really bad was going to heppen that day. A little voice inside her told her to run because all hell was going to break loose and choas would erupt. She was sure it was just the whole funral thing, and that everything would be fine.
Soon masses of people had gathered and said their raditional "Oh Im so sorry"s.
Sorry about what? Honestly you people should lkeave me alone! )
Jinny wanted to leave right then and there jut to get everyone to leave her alone but she had to stay... Oh only if she knew what came next...

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About an hour later Jinny sat quetly as a priest said something... Most of which she was oblivious to. Something about God and taking Crystal in his "loving protecting arms". Jinny really didnt care what he said. She had little, if any faith in god. And if there was a god... he obviously didn't like her very much. The preist said a prayer and ended;
"Amen... If any of the family members would wish to speak you may do so." Jinnys aunt Irene got up to talk. Sister Irene Exstead. The little old Nun from LA. She began another speech that sounded, to Jinny, a remarkable bit like the preists, only it ended differently.
"Lets all have a moment of silent prayer for Crystal" She said bowing her head. Jinny closed her eyes and tried to think of a somewhat decent prayer to say but they all came out the same "Let her go to heaven... Not hell... She's to good for it..." Thats all she could come up with. Finally aunt Irene ended her little speach and walked away with tears forming in her eyes. Jinny almost felt bad for her. Next Jinnys cousin, Yasamin, AKA Yaz got up to speak. She was 4'11" with long dark brown hair. She was the skinniest 14 year old on the face of the earth. She had enough curves to atleast look like a Jinny mini-me, VERY mini. She was also a whore who had been arrested 3 times for ilegal drug use. her boufreind who was 20 was arrested for statutory rape on a count of her. Not even her mother liked her. She had a huge wad of gum in her mouth when she began.
"Alrigh well... I remember Auntie Crystal as the nicestest person.... She always gave me free stuff and I didn;t actually do anything... And ummm... She did the best she could raising her daughter..."
"Yaz did you even plan a speech!?" Jinny yelled out.
"Of course I planned a speech you little bitch!" Gasps erupted from the crowd of Exsteads. Yaz finally realized she had overstepped the boundarys of Funeral Ettiquite. She took her seat and Jinny watched as her parents whispered violently at her.
"Jinny that was totally uncalled for! WHy didn;t you just let her finish???" she heard her own father hiss. "God Jinny you totally messed this up..." Jinny opened her mouth to contradict him but she stopped herself. It was no use. She knew she was right and that was good enough. And best of all, it was over! She could go home!!!... Well actually she was stuck going to Sister Irenes house for a ******** pointless get together. Jinny rode with her family in silence on the way there. When they arrived she met up with her two youngest cousins. Robert and Micheal. micheal was one and Robert was 5 and in Jinny opinion rober deserved to die.

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Jinny allowed Robert and Micheal to ride her, piggy back, up the stairs. The family, standing nearby, got much amusement out of watching Jinny struggly to crawl up the stairs with an extra 85 lbs on her back. Most of which was contributed by Roberts obesity. The kid refused to eat normal food and it was well-known he ate cake for dinner, while the rest of his bone-skinny family ate carottes and string beans and fresh fruit for dinner. When Jinny finaly reached the top Rober leaped of.
"YEEE HAW!!! Comeon Jinny!!! We can play cops and robbers! Or I can be an indain and you can be my prisoner! I can burn you at the steak!" He yelped jumping arpund in circles whipping is hand around as if he had a lasseu (i cant spell). Jinny knew him well enough to know if she said yes chances are he would literally set her ponytail on fire.
"I got an idea! Why don't you and Micheal watch... Mya the Bee or whatever that show you watch is." Jinny moved slowly and allowed baby micheal to slid off her back onto the floor.
"Oh Jinny thats for babys!!! I WANNA PLAY GAMES!!!" He barreled up the stairs to the 3rd story of their split level house. Jinny could hear as he tromped around upstairs in his bedroom, no doubt looking for matches.
"Little bastard." Jinny mumbled outloud.
"bat...sard." Micheal sqealed. Jinny looked at him in horror. She taught her 1 yr old cousin his first curse word, and she would have to explain how he learned it when he said it infront of his parents.
"Batsard Batsard Batsard!" He squeaked. Jinny put hr hand over his mouth.
"NO! Thats a bad word."
"BATSARD!!!!" He screeced. Jinny grabbed him and took him upstairs before anyone had a chance to ask what "Batsard" meant. Robert was holding a pack of matches. He had set up a place to "burn Jinny at the steak", which was a wooden broom surrounded by newspapers. Jinny sa micheal down on the bed and snatched the matched from him and stuffed them into her pocket.
"Give me these! Whats wrong with you!? You shouldn't play with matches! You're laible to burn the friking house down!"
"Freeiking!" Micheal sqealed. Jinny buried her face in her hands to keep herself from screaming. This entire family was strange. She felt a fat little hand groping through her pocket searching for the matches. Jinny pulled his hand out just before he got a chance to get the matches back. She heard the sound of Yaz'z unmistakeable 7 inch red pumps clunking through the hall. She dated out of the room.
"It's your turn to take care of them." She pointed into the room and galloped down the stairs. As much as she hated long hair... Burning ot off was not an option. Even from the first floor she could hear Micheal screaming "Batsard!" and "Freeiking!" That was ok though she could blame it on Yaz. Luckily nobody was inside anymore. She found everyone on the patio in the back eating develed eggs. There were millions of develed eggs. More than Jinny had ever seen. They were also the only type of food there. She picked at them, removing the pickels in each on and throwing them into the pool, until she had her fill. It took her about 20 minutes, but finally she realized her father wasn't there. She figured he was in the bathroom and picked at some more develed eggs even though she wasnt really hungry anymore. After about 15 minutes Jinny could safely conclude he was not in the bathroom. 5 minutes later she was absolutely sure he wasnt when he stumbled out of the house holding a beer bottle and holding up a perfectly interesting conversation with dead air. He staggered over to Jinny, still talking to nobody. Jinny wasn;t sure whether to dive under the table or to laugh. it was certainly funny, at least it would have been of nobody was there to witness it.
"JINAAAAAAAAY! ONE WILD PARTY ISNT IT!" He bellowed, his voice was clearly heard over he entire patio. Some people, like aunt Irene had enough decency to pretend not to hear it. Others shot curious glances, and a few, like her uncle Bob, felt that laughing and spitting egg all over was completely appropriate to do right after a funeral. John Sr. Stumbled and fell, knocking Jinny down in the process. She scrambled to get up, and looked down at her father as he unsuccessfully tried to stand.
"Dad I think you should go inside and lie down now.. I think you..."
"NONSENSE!" he yelled with a very jolly tone, without waiting to hear what she said. He finally made it to his feet. "I'm justht fine!" He laughed. The sheer force of the laugh was enough to make him faulter, but he regained his composure as well as he could and climbed onto a chair.
"Hey everybodyyyyyy... I got an announcement..." He yelled. Even Aunt Irene couldn't help but acknowledge the poor drunk imbasil.
"Now... I know y'all are upset and all that ****... but lets take the time to think of what good has come out of this!!! I got a list! In my head that is, I didn't write it!" He slurred. he began laughing like he made a joke. Jinnys Aunt Irene and Aunt Clarice gasped in their preppy way.
"Alright now One... my dear deceas-ed wife was to good to be true! She wanted Jinny to go to private school and be perfect! And now that she's gone... I save 10,000 bux on that friking stupid catholic school! TWO! I never have to go to church again and listen to those pointles remblings about god!" Irene already began prying that god would forgive the man. "Three! I'm single again and I can sleep with... Anyone... SO HA!" Jinny didn't wait to hear four. Once he said "FOUR" she turned and ran off of the property. She looked back once to see her dad fall of the chair and land on poor old Irene. She walked down the street aimlessly, dazed by the stupidity she had just encountered in the form of her father. When she reached the City, it was already dusk and a matter of time before she was walking around alone at night. That didn't really phase her much. her eyes welled up with tears thinking about what her father had done... "Good things about her death"? How dare he imply that her death was beneficial to anyone!
She did not intend on going home for a loooong time. Hopefully ever. She never wanted to look that drunk ******* in the face again, much less live with him and "abide by Dad's law".

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Once the sun had set, Jinny wished she had brought a jacket with her. It was only 40 degrees out, which was very cold for SF in the spring, and she was wearing a short sleeved shirt and a skirt. Jinny finally found a lonely bus stop that needed company. She sat alone in the booth, which had half a roof missing. She tried to see some of the stars, but a thick blanket of clouds covered the sky. Within 5 minutes the cold wasn;t her only problem. She could feel small droplets of rain on her arms and face, and figured it was only a matter of time before conditiones worsened. She couldn;t have been any more correct. Bolts of lightening began shooting in every which way and the thunder was so loud Jinny could barely stand it. The rain suddenly became much heavier. Even under the good part of the bus stop's roof she became soaked.
(Damnit you cant even run away the right way! of all days you pick the one it storms)
Jinny tried not to cry. Even though nobody was around, she didn;t want to admit, even to herself, that she should just go home and get over it. he was drunk! He didn't know what he was saying... Did he? Maybe he really didn't love her. or any of them for that matter. Jinny watched as the bus approached. She was not sure whether to get on it, or to sit there in the rain. it took her about 5 seconds to decide just to get on the bus. She didn't even look to see where it was going. She just leaped on... Slid on actually, from all the water on her shoes, and slid her way to the back of the bus, where she had the pleasure of sitting next to a 600 lb man who was alseep and drooling on the window. Jinny waited for the bus to stop, but it didn't. She watched as the bus passed a sign that said "You are now leaving San Fransisco!" and passed another that said "Rt 66 Northbound Next Right." the bus took the next right. And continued on that path for a very long while. Jinny finally dozed off. She finally woke up when the bus came to a screeching stop. She looked out the window and saw that the rain had stopped. She and the other passengers filed off the bus. Jinny pushed past crowds of old people to see where the hell she had landed up. A big Grey and blue sign above her read;
"Greyhound-Los Angeles Station"
"Craaaaaaaaaap!" she whispered outloud.
(I'm in LA??? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Omg... I'm such an ass why didn't I ASK someone where the bus was going!?!?!?)
There is no denying that someone stupid enough to get on a bus and fall asleep and end up 7 hours away from their home and not figure out where they were until they got off the bus.... Was pretty stupid. jinny began to half cry as she paged around in circles stomping her feet... not exactally sure which way to go. She finally planted herself on a bench in the corner. It was still very dark out, but ALOT warmer. She contemplated calling her father. Just to let him know she was alright. She wasn't sue what to do. The most logical thing would be to get on the next bus to SF. But in all honesty, jinny was never very logical was she?

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Jinny woke up about 5 hours later still on that bench. There were a hell of a lot more people there now, and it was completely light out. A big clock above her head read that it was 9 AM. Jinny had decided not to call her dad until at least that night. Knwoing him he was probably still sleeping. Jinny reached into the pocket, that her mother had sewn onto her skirt for her, and pulled out a wad of money. It was still intact but had obviously been through the wash. She stuffed it back into her pocket and went into the bus depot.
"Hello can I help you?" The man at the front desk asked.
"Are there and REALLY cheap motels around here?" She asked in return. The man checked in his old, 80s computer database and came up with one that was only 9 dollars per night. Jinny walked the 5 miles there, and when she got her room she understood why it was 9 bux per night... The room was like a closet,smelld like one there was a roach on her bed. Only god knew what had happened on that bed and that was what scared Jinny. Jinny didn't mind though, she had enough money to stay there for 3 days, thats it. She kept an extra 10 for food. She had no idea where the money came from but it had been in her pocket a while. She sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She turned on the TV, which got one channel, and watched it until Noon. Then she figured it was ok to call her dad. She went to the payphone in the parkinglot and put her 10 cents in and dialed his number.

1 MINUTE BEFORE THAT IN SF!

"Alright john just tell me what was she wearing last?" Robert, a rookie cop who was good freinds with John, asked.
"Ummm... i forget. Black skirt. Big clunky shoes. Button down shirt. Nothing special." John paced around the room.
"Does she have any... Distinct Markings?" Rob continued.
"No. No scars.. Peircings... Tatoos.. Wel her ears are pierced but... There are alot of tall brown haired girls with peirced ears in this world..."
"What color eyes does she have? Height? Weight?" He asked.
"Her eyes change colors. Usually they're grayish green. Shes almost 5'6" and shes... Only like 105 lbs. Real skinny. Big teeth... Damnit you've seen her before haven't you!?" John yelled.
"Only once or twice john... Now calm down. Were doing all we can." he replyed, as the phone rang. John Sr. Answered it, still angry, by screaming;
"WHAT!?"
"....Dad?" jinny asked, assuming he might be still drunk.
"OMG! Jinny! Are you alright??? Where are you!? Wh..." Jinny cut him off;
"I'm fine. Im at a payphone."
"WHERE!?"
"I cant say. Im fine anyway and Im alone and I'll be just fine forever. I thought I should Just call to say goodbye." Jinny said emotionless.
"No Jinny please I'm sorry... i didn;t mean what I said PLEASE Jinny just tell me where you are and come home!" John Sr begged.
"I cant. I cant... Not after what you did. I can never come back. Maybe someday in a few years to see how stuffs been but for now... I'm gonna make my own way."
"Jinny you're 14 you can even get a job!!!" He tried to reason with her.
"There are lots of things a girl can doin the city to make a few bucks." She hung up the phone. She did not intend on doing anything like prostitution she just knew that would scare the crap out of him and it was worth it. Jinny headed back to her tiny motel room unsure o what the future had in store.

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Jinny signed and sat back on the bed. Maybe she could get a job at McDonalds or speedy mart or Pimps-R-us. or maybe she could go home, say sorry and get over it. Maybe he really was sorry. maybe if she went back home he;d try to be better. But wasnt that what he was trying to do now? if this is his idea of better than Jinny would hate to be around during his worst. She layed back on the bed and decided to worry about working and not starving and going home the next day. Today she litterally NEEDED to stay there. To teach her dad a lesson, if anything. Jinny spent most of her time in the shower that day. Mainly because she had to be careful not to touch the walls because they were probably dirtier than she was. She couldn't stand not taking a shower. She smelled like the bus she had taken... And trust me NOBODY wants to smell like that bus. She was actually surprised there were showers. She could tell from the peeling walpaper and the old fans that this place was at one point semi-nice. Whoever owned it didnt take very good care of it anymore. When she was finished she put on her old clothes, which was inevitable, and went back to her bed in the closet-room. Even though she had been there only a few hours, she already couldn;'t stand it. EVery time she looked at the walls it seemed like more wallpaper had fallen off and the flor was uneven and the bed was 50 years old with 50 broken springs. but the true horror came when jinny discovered she wasnt the only thing in the bed with her, a horrible large hairy spider was there. She screamed to the top of her lungs and leaped off the bed. The motel owner, who was walking by anyway, ran in.
"What happened!?" he yelled.
"SPIDER!" Jinny screamed pointing to the ugly thing on the bed.
"Oh calm down its just a bug. We have a bunch of em. They're harmless"
"A bunch of them?" After hearing that Jinny made the decision not to stay there. She had a very big problem with spiders... Especially the kind that move in numbers and like to crawl into bed with you. It reminded her of these boys she went to school with. They were the potheads that hung with Billy... or smokey mc pot as he liked to be called. And they moved in numbers and they only wanted to crawl into bed with you. So Jinny was once again on the move, walking down Interstate 1 hoping to find another cheap motel that was not infested with bugs, if one actually existed.

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HEY SO COEM TO THE BEST AND CAPTURE THE MOMENT!!!!!!!! AT MALOUF! Sooooooooo, want me to post more? Shall I post more? I think imma post more.

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It took Jinny about an hour to find her new temporary place of residence, a park bench. Her new home was located in the middle of what appeared to have once been a park for little kids with an old jungle gym and swings. In the hour Jinny spent searching, she discovered there was not one motel in LA that was not infested, posessed, or haunted by any stange hairy things. It was still pretty early, about 2 PM, so Jinny left her 'house' unguarded, and took this time to explore the city. She found that most people who owned cars, did not like it when you tried to cross the street. Even if the light was red and they were supposed to stopand you were supposed to go, they stillhad the nerve to honk and yell at you for making it difficult for them to run a red light. The general atmosphere wasn;t that much different from the city of SF, it was just very crowded. Maybe it wasnt that it was more crowded just that people always had something to do and somewhere to go. There were less trees though, at least in the section she was in. wherever the bus had dropped her off, it wasnt the nicest part of LA, but it was far from the worst. In Jinnys opinion just another City. Like downtown SF and Manhattan and whatever other citys there were out there. Jinny wasn't really sure what made LA so interesting, but something about being there was very cool. Maybe it was just the fact she ran away and she knew her dad was all worried and upset and she knew he deserved it, but she thought it was all the city. Finally, after walking around aimlessly until about 4, she was hungry enough to eat the next person who tried to run her down in their minivan. She stopped at the nearest McDonalds and got herself a burger and a large order of fries and ate it quicker than physically possible for most people, anxious to go back into the city. That day she was approached by 3 guys. 3 very tall, very hott, very cute, very perfect guys who she couldnt give her phone number too because she no longer had a phone number that hott guys could call. But she didnt worry, if 3 guys approached her today, there would be other ones tomorow, and eventually she'd find a real place to stay with a real phone, and she would have the time to go out. but for today she had to get settled first. Finally as it started to get dark she went to return to her bench. She stood at the gate of the old playground watchign as a fat old guy using a newspaper as a blanket slept on her bench.
Damnit that was the only almost-clean bench in LA.
And she was on the move once again.

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By 10 PM that night jinny realized her only choice was to check into a teen shelter she had passed earlier. She was surprised to see how nice it was inside, compared to the ones she had seen on TV, but it still wasnt that wonderful. The walls were nice and white, with a tiled floor that reminded her of a hospital. The... whatever it was room was visible from the front entrance, and it had a throw rug that was new, but an ugly color and an old fuzzy-looking red couch. Jinny walked up to a lady, who she assumed was whoever worked there.
"Oh hello." The woman said. She sounded and looked remarkably like Sally Feilds.
"Hi... You got an extra bed?.... Couch?..... Floor? I'll take anything." Jinny begged.
"Yes we do. We have one extra room everyones fighting over." She lead Jinny to her mini office where she kept a bunch of her books and stuff "You see mostly everyone here has roomates except for this one girl and 2 days ago she leaves here, and since then EVERYONES been fighting over the room. You were just what I needed to get everyone to shut up." she said jokingly "All I need to know is your name. I need to keep a record of everyone here so I dont exceed my limit for the building." She sure did love talking.
"Jinny Exstead."
"Oh what a nice name. Incase you're wondering this used to be an apaerment building my father owned. Its pretty small... but anyway h gave it to me and I thought I'd put it to good use. There are alot of run aways and kids who have been thrown out around here. Your room is 2 A. Right upstairs. It was the nicest room... My dad lived here and thats the room he stayed in so he kept it really nice. Most kids come here because this is eally the nicest shelter in the state! Not to brag or anything, but every room has a shower and bathroom and all that stuff... but like I said it used to be an apartment building! So you get all the luxuries of home... With the addition of a few roomates... with the exception of you. Everyone is gonna be very jealose!" She dinally shut up after she got jinny up to she her her room. it was small but much better than she had expected. She was willing to deal with a talkitive lady to have her own apartment for free. And her dad thought she wouldn't last. She didnt need a job or money. This lady really seemed to actually care... Jinny didn't understand why she bothered to change an apartment building into a homeless shelter but it didnt matter. She had a place to say so HAHA to her dad. jinny spent a little time in her room, and decided it was a very scary room, so she went downstairs into the room with the ugly couch. There was a TV in there, and one incredibly hott guy hitting the TV, obviously trying to make it work. The screen was that scratchy looking black and white thing that TVs get when they break.
"Hi." Jinny said.
"Oh. Hey." He smiled.
(Damn... Crazy charity lady who gives me a free room... And a hott guy that comes with it... YESSS.
"You new?" He asked finally giving up on the TV.
"Yes. Just showed up 20 minutes ago. Im jinny."
"Im Jeremy." the hott guy said. "I'm gonna assume you met Miss Calahan."
"She the lady who talkes alot about... everything?" Jinny asked.
"yea. Did she tell you the whole 'I was a homeless run away from the time i was 14-17 and I had no place to go and I was all alone so I feel obligated to help the kids out there who were like me.' story?" he asked,
"Not yet. I get the feeling i will. So why are you here?" jinny asked.
"My parents threw me out last year because I kept stealing my dads booze." Jeremy sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. "So why are you here?"
"I hate my father. he;s an *******. my mom died and yesterday at her funeral he made this speech about how good it all was so I hope he gets drunk AGAIN and drived off the Golden Gate Bridge." Jinny litterally growled. She sat down next to him.
"I take it you're a little mad..."
"Yes I am... Sorry about that Im still a little pissed off."
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"What happened to your mom? if you dont mind me asking."
"...She shot herself." Jinny said.
"Omg I'm so s..." he began
"Yeah. Ok. Just forget about it. So ur parents threw u out for driking? Geez... Thats harsh." Jinny changed the subject.
"Yeah... Very strict and very religious... actually part of the throwing me out had to do with my girlfreind but... They just really didn't like her and I wasn't gonna break up with her. And they never liked me to begin with."
"Oh. My dads a drunk so he doesnt get that pissed when I drink. He just yells alot and goes away. He never punishes me. I could smoke pot every day and he wouldn't care. he;s a cop by the way." Jinny said.
And so they babbled on for hours about the TV dinner choices there and all the other people who were there. Jinny learned alot about the people there. One girl, who called herself Anastasia, was clinnically insane and had a tendancy to throw food at random passer-bys. Jinny made a mental note to stay away from the 5 foot tall blonde when she was eating. Miss Calahan walked into the room i the middle of their conversation.
"Gee don't you kids ever sleep? I just found anastasia eating mashed potatoes in the kitchen and its 3am!" it was then Jinny noticed some mashed potato in Miss Calahans ear. "Anyway comeon guys go to sleep. At the rate ur going ur gonna sleep until 3 in the afternoon."
"3 AM already?" Jinny asked "How time flies. Night jeremy." Jinny went upstairs, but Jeremy stayed on the first floor for a few more minutes. She stood by the doorway to her room and lastened as he came up the stairs.
Now is you'r chance. MAKE YOUR MOVE! He;s coming, coming... comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing...
Jinny waited ntil he passed by before she stepped out of her room.
"Hey Jere..." she whispered, just liud enough to get his attention. She motioned for him to come towards her room. He looked around and made sure Miss Calahan was far away, before he walked towards her.

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I made a new page and its my birthday...ISNT THAT ENUFF?!?!?!?!? DONT I DESERVE MORE?!?!?!?!?

Originally posted by Divisionbabe05
I made a new page and its my birthday...ISNT THAT ENUFF?!?!?!?!? DONT I DESERVE MORE?!?!?!?!?

No. But I'll post anyway. This was just the kind of action i needed to get some responses.

Jeremy walked quietly into her room and Jinny shut the door behind him. Jinny could tell he was a little nervose, and Jinny herself felt that way, but this was her chance. Deep down Jinny really, only wanted another reason to piss her dad off, and a little reliefe after one hard week. There was no love but Jinny didn't think it was nessescary anyway. Jinny walked up to him and initiated the first kiss.
"Jinny maybe this isn;t such a good idea..." Jeremy said.
"You didn't have to come in here you know." Jinny smiled seductively. Jeremy just gave in and kissed her back, passionately. Jinny pushed him back towards the bed She turned a little so he fell right underneath her. Jinny was shocked when the bed made this SCREEEEECH noise. She woul have to be careful or everyone in the building would listen to her and Jeremy having sex. That could not happen. Jinny and jeremy slid back a little so they were completely on the bed. Jeremy tried to get Jinnys shirt off but the buttons were so small and the shirt was so tight he was having problems. Jinny sat up and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and threw it onto the floor. It took her only a fw seconds to get his shirt off of him. And unfortunately I cannot continue because this board has some rules... So it is a sad fact I cannot continue like Jenn did in her fics...
The next morning Jinny wokr up unusually early, at about 7 AM. Jeremy was still asleep, and from the workout he got the night before, he was gonna be asleep for a looooong time. Jinny felt different, but it was an unexplainable difference. Somewhere between older, and cooler, and alot of other things she couldn;t figure out. Jinny got dressed and looked at herself in the mirror in the tiny bathroom. She had looked better in her life, but nobody really cares how she looked right now. hoever stayed there before left a bunch of their stuff so Jinny stole their hair comb. After she had finally settles on wearing her hair half up and half down, she returned to the bedroom to find Jeremy wide awake.
"Oh sorry. Didn;t mean to wake you." Jinny said.
"No you didn't. I was awake the whole time I was just pretending I wasn't."
"...Why?" Jinny asked.
"I dont know I just felt like it." He replied.
"... You're a very strange person." Jinny smiled at him.
"Is there food here?" Jinny asked.
"Only a bunch of crusty year old microwaveable dinners. There's a bagel place right down the street we can eat there." Jinny agreed to eat there, since crusty microwaveable food was not her food of choice. Jeremy got dressed and he and Jinny went downstairs. Sarah was the only person up at this time. She lived in the room next to Jinnys. She was 13 years old, almost 14, and 5'6". She had tan skin, somewhere between white and black, and very long, very fake looking Brandy type braids that stuck out everywhere.
"Her sarah." Jeremy said. Sarah looked up at the two of them and started bouncing on the couch, (which also sqeaked) to a very familiar rhythem pattern.
"So how did you guys sleep?" he asked, still bouncing.
"Very well actually." Jinny said.
"Oh really? Im surprised y'all got any sleep last night because I didn't. There was this annoying squeakin noise comin from your room... Whoever you are. I wonder what it could have been." Sarah said in an exxagerated tone.
"Mice." Jinny said flatly.
"No. It was more rythmic. Anyway y'all have a good breakfast... nd buy yourself a new bed because O do NOT want to sit up and liten to you guys all night aight?" She stopped bouncing. Jinny just ignored her and left, Jeremy trailing close beind.

later on, stuff happens.

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*combs hair*

*finished combaing hair* Okies.

While at the "Sam-I-Am-Bagel" shop Jinny and Jeremy were deep in a conversation about Just how ugly people on earth could be.
"No I saw these pictures and I swear it was just sick. Theres a fine line between look-challeged and those who should be kept in a room alone with no windows." Jeremy sipped on his coffee.
"Oh my god... You are so mean!" Jinny smiled. "They cant help the fact they're ugly!" it was at that point the ugliest woman on the face of the earth walked by them. Jinny watches as the woman entered the restroom.
"...I take it back..." Jinny said flatly. She took a bite of her everything bagel and smiled. This was her first everything bagel. A memorable event, because this new bagel, replaced cheese as her favorite food. Her new 3 favorites were Everything Bagels, Cheese, and Ketchup. Jinny talked for about 5 minutes about her new found favorite, not allowing Jeremy to get a word in edgewise. Then she talked about her dad for 5 minutes, and then her old dog and her house and SF and soda and that irritating girl named sarah and the person who invented the word garage. For some reason today she was in a very talkitive mood. She liked Jeremy alot. Jeremy just sat back and listened to her pointless babling.
"You don;t think I talk to much do you? Because a lot of people do... And they say Im sarcastic do you think Im sarcastic because I dont."
"Yes you talk to much and yes you are sarcastic and for some reason that makes me like you more so go ahead, keep talking" Jeremy smiled. Jinny looked up and watched as two cops walked in. She looked closely and saw the little gold letters "SFPD" in their collars. She could have sworn that she knew them.
"Umm... We need to go now." Jinny said, her eyes locked on the two cops.
"Why?"
"We just need to go." Jeemy got up and started towards the front door by the cops.
"Out the baaaaack!" SHe pulled him outside.
"What's that all about?" he asked/
"I saw some cops from the SFPD in there. My dad probably sent them looking for me. Looser. Ive been gone 1 day and hes already figured me out. I must really suck at this." Jinny moped.
"Hey comeon they could be here for a million reasons. SF is big they may not even know your dad. COmeon lets go back to the shelter." Jeremy said.
"Alright." jinny agreed.

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