Jess Not Carrie

Jessica Evans has an image of what she wants her life to be like- normal, fun, interesting, funny. She wants to be cool girl Jess with an epic social life. Unfortunately for her, what she DOES have is an embarassing family, a mahooosive crush on her best friend's brother, a dog that thinks its a cat, and the nickname of Carrie The Carrot (for having long ginger hair).
Ah,well. That doesn't mean her life is boring:)x

This is my first Movella so I would really appreciate some feedback.
Hope you like this!x


2. Falling Over Hedges

Monday 13th September

Late,late,late. I puff along Katie's street, as quickly as possible, because its not long until the school bell will ring. A few houses away, I stop, breathless, and realise that her brother Matt is watching me, sitting on his front garden wall, grinning.

"Jess!Your early." He shouts over. If he's being sarcastic then I don't get the joke, but I make a weird little noise. It sounds an awful lot like:"Pffggggttthhhh."

He's looking at me oddly- oh God, I bet my face is bright red from the running. Or what if my mascara has smudged and I have panda eyes? And I forgot to curl my hair today, so I just tousled it a bit with some gel and pretended I was going for the Bed Head look. I bet I closely resemble a Coco The Clown lookalike. Geez. I swagger over slowly, acting confident, but trip over a bit of Number 7s hedge and fall over.

"God, are you alright?!"Matt asks worriedly, as he rushes over and pulls me to my feet. I've never been so close to him before. I feel all tingly.

Uh-oh, there go my knees.

I sway a little, my legs buckling, but Matt grips my back tightly, and I hobble over to the wall with him and hoick myself up. I quite want to inspect my legs for cuts (it was a bit of a tumble) but my trousers are too skinny to pull up. I look at him and he looks at me, and in seconds both of us are laughing so hard that we almost fall off the wall. A little boy on his way to primary school is walking with his mum, and they both turn and stare at us like we're loons.

"Why are you so early though?" he splutters, as we start to calm down."It's only just quater to eight. You have forty-five minutes to get to school and its only around the corner."

I frown at him. "I'm late!" I argue, and show him my watch. He smiles at it and pushes my wrist away.

"It's forty minutes early, Jess." he laughs.

"Oh." I say and blush. Wow, he is so gorgeous. With sort of fluffy, caramel-coloured hair, tousled and curly, tanned skin(the whole family went to Spain for the summer holls) and amazing dreamy eyes. I can actually feel myself melting. Sooner or later I will just be a pile of goo, and everyone will be saying, "Where's Jess?" and Matt will just point at the wall.

"Why are you so early then?"I ask him, before an awkward silence can fall.

"I'm waiting for my friend Jake and he doesn't know which house is ours because he's never been round before, so I told him I'd sit outside. I need to borrow some books for the history project and he has them.His Mums driving him here. You know which project, right? I think you, Katie and I have the same teacher. Miss Wells."

I nod. "She is so mean. She gave us a project on the first day back. Who does that? We were already not enjoying being back. And she laughed when I fell over her model of a medieval castle."

Matt laughed. I began to ask him which Jake he was talking about (there are two), when he says, "Anyway, our band played last night. I don't think we weren't too bad for a couple of teenagers- I mean, like, none of us are older than fifteen. And we saw a few friendly faces you may know-"

He pauses, just as a car comes around the corner and stops outside the house, a few metres away.

"Ah," Matt says. "Here he is."

And Jacob Tambridge climbs out of the car.

Jacob Tambridge from my form.

Jacob Tambridge who started calling me Carrie The Carrot, for my hair colour.

Jacob Tambridge- The MOST ANNOYING boy in the world.

Oh great.

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