Little Things

Jenny is just an average teenage girl who works at a pet store. One day while she's working though a certain boy and his friend appear in the shop. They talk for awhile a start to become really good friends. But will something spark between the friendship? If so, what would others say? How would they react? Would things go good? Or bad? You'll just have to read the story if you want to find out ;)


20. Unlucky Without Limits

In the following days, nothing could erase the smile from my face. I got up happily, I was at school happily, I fell asleep happily. Before Harry and the boys left, we spent as much time together, as we could. Still, I wasn't used to the idea of having a boyfriend. And not just a boyfriend, but Harry. He was so perfect, everything a girl could ever ask for. The day they left, he came over to my place to say goodbye. He kissed me long, and promised he’ll get back as soon as possible. I wasn't that devastated, because they only left for a few days, but still I missed him bad. As I was lying on my bed Sunday night, I was wondering if it would always be like that. Him being away and all… I found it funny how I was missing him even though we barely got together. Somehow, my eyelids didn't want to close, midnight had already passed and I was still wide awake. I was thinking about Harry’s arrival in two days, then my big exams in about 2 weeks, and the dance performance in a few months.

Even though I spent at least 3 hours learning everyday, I was frightened from those exam-days. The most important ones, their result will decide if I can go to the college I applied for or not. Three hours later I decided I won’t struggle anymore, I just log onto tumblr. I thought it’d be better now to fall asleep for that 3 hours cause I wouldn't be able to wake up at 6 am. I was perfectly right…In one moment, I was reading a story, closed my eyes to blink, and the next thing I knew my neck was hurting like hell and it was suspiciously bright outside. I checked the clock: 6:37. Shit I fell asleep and I should be on my way to the station. I picked up some random clothes, and started to run. Out of breath, I arrived 2 minutes later, but luckily the bus hadn't come yet. I was waiting and waiting…15 minutes passed and it still didn't come. I was going to be late from history, and that sucks cause those who arrive later has to give a presentation about the last lesson, and I didn't learn anything. Another fifteen minutes passed and the weather started to cool down. Great. My legs were hurting, I was tired, my eyes were in fire, my neck was dying and I was sure I’ll be late from the first period. If it wasn't for my dance lesson in the afternoon, I would have gone home. But according to my mom:

“There’s no dance without school. If you can’t go to school you can’t go dancing either.”  

So I kept waiting, until the bus finally arrived 38 minutes later than it should have. As soon as the doors opened, I ran out straight to my classroom. I knocked on the door and walked inside.

“Excuse-me, Ms. Jonson, my bus was late.”

“Somehow your bus is always late. How is that possible Jenny?” I didn't know what to say. She was right, whenever I overslept, I told her that the bus didn't come.

“Well, since you had so much time waiting for it, I’m sure you passed the time wisely. Tell us what we learned on the last lesson.”

“Well…you know miss, I…well our exams are coming, and I was studying for them.”

“That’s a good thing. I’m sure everyone else did the same. Now please start your presentation!”

“I…I didn't prepare for the lesson.”

“Well, well, well… and of course you don’t remember anything, because you and your friend spent the whole lesson talking. Am I right? I think it’s useless for you to be here now. Wait outside and as soon as the lesson’s over, visit me. I’ll find out what your punishment will be besides the mark you got of course. Which is an F if you didn't know.”

I walked out of the classroom angrily and went to the girls’ room to make myself look acceptable. First I was running for nothing, and now I got myself in trouble because of the stupid bus. It wasn't even my fault. I had more important things to study; I was going to have my GCSE soon for God’s sake! When the bell rang, I walked up to the teacher.

“Oh yes, Jenny! Let’s not forget about you either. You have to write an essay about the II. World War. Let it be between the extent of 15-20 pages.”

“What?! I’ll have to work on that 24/7!”

“That’s not my problem…”


“One more word and you’ll get 5 more pages to write! It’s due to next Monday. I want to read about the antecedents, mention background information, and the consequences. Mention your sources and make some statistic. That’s it, you can leave!”

I stormed out of the classroom. I swear if that woman could, she would haunt me after she dies. I was one of her most hated students, the reason why still unknown.

“How bad is it?” Violet asked when I reached her and Sissy.

“An essay.”

They both looked at me, pity in their eyes as we walked to our next lesson. The whole day I felt like I've pissed someone up in the sky off badly. I wrote 2 tests, I fell over my own legs in front of the whole class, I spilled water on my jeans, the food sucked, I missed Harry and I was late from work.

“Hi Kylee, I’m terribly sorry I’m late.” I said as I burst through the door.

“It’s okay hun, I had nothing important to do.”

I gave her a hug, and got changed quickly. Kaylee decided to stay with me for while, thus I didn't miss Harry that much. When she left I called Violet.

“Hi! What’s up?”

“Hey! I…argh this thought doesn't leave me alone.”

“What thought?”

“Well you know this whole Harry thing. Is it normal that I miss him like this?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. Your case is different. I wish I could help you, but Dan was always there for me, I didn't even get the chance to miss him. All I know is that I wanted to be with him all the time. Cuddling and all but I don’t know. I think it’s cute you want him to be by your side that much. I wonder if he feels the same.”

“Yeah, I’m afraid of that too. And that’s why I didn't say anything to him about this. Like you know…just imagine what would happen if I told him I’m practically dying here. He would be like ‘aham…umm..basically we have a nice weather’.”

“You’re so crazy!” she laughed.

“Uh…I gotta go, someone just came in. See you tomorrow!”


“Hello, can I help you?” I asked turning to the customer, who was looking at the hamsters with a confused expression.

“Why is that I can never spend some time looking around? Why do you have to annoy me?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you might need help.”

“Because you’re such an expert right? I mean there must be a big brain in your pretty little head, if you couldn't go further then a seller in a pet store.”

I felt the urge to stand up and shout back at him, but I knew I could get into serious trouble by that. I could get fired. So I just sat on my chair, and didn't speak a word. During my duty-time, I had the luck to get more very-polite customers. When the last shouting one left, I was so frustrated, I had to find a way to calm down, so I walked over to the cats and began looking for my favorite. I found it really strange that she wasn't waiting for me as usually.  

“Sweetheart! Hey kitty-kitty! Come here, I wanna play with you! Sweetie! Gosh, I need to find you a name, too bad I can’t name a cat that’s not mine.”

I started to feel very worried when I didn't see her and she didn't came to me. I opened the cage and then I found her…My heart dropped as I saw her lying at the back. At first I thought she was dead. I picked her up and carried her to the counter, where I reached for my phone.  

“Come on pick it up!” I tried to hold back my tears while I was calling the vet.


“Hi, I’m calling from the Hurlingham Pet Shop on New King’s Road. Something’s happened with one of our cats. Please come here as soon as possible.”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

As soon as I hung up, I called my boss who let me close the shop for the rest of the day. I was a wreck, mascara all over my face with my tears. I tried to pull myself together but it was so hard seeing my precious little cat blinking like she knew the end was coming. I wiped my tears away, and felt my eyes burn. The worst options flew through my mind as my tears escaped from my eyes as fast as a lightning appears on the sky. I jumped as my phone went off. The screen lit up, and Harry’s name showed up. I couldn't answer…I didn't want him to hear my cry, so I just let it play their music. A few minutes passed, and I heard a knock on the door. I turned around, the doctor was standing before it. I rushed over to open the door for him.

“Hello, where’s that animal?”

“It’s on the counter, she doesn't want to move, but the last time I saw her, she was perfectly healthy.”

“Please calm down! I’ll do everything I can. Did you call the owner?”

“Yes, he said he’ll be here as soon as possible. But what’s wrong with her?”

“Well according to the current symptoms that are weakness, pale ears and eyes, and pale gums, I’m afraid this cat suffers from anemia. But I need to take it to the surgery to make more examinations.”

“She’ll be okay right? I mean…”

“You called me in time. Please don’t worry.” Don’t worry? I remembered reading something about cat diseases. Anemia can be caused by leukemia, or cancer. I couldn't help but think of the worst. The doctor was placing her into the carrier, when my boss arrived.

“Good afternoon! I came as fast as I could. What happened?”

“I need to take this cat with me for the day. If my diagnosis is right, it has anemia. However I need more symptoms to prove that. I’ll call you as soon as I find out.”

“Alright, thank you doctor!”

“You can go home, Jenny. Your duty-time’s almost over, I’ll close the shop today. Thank you for informing me.”

My phone signaled that I received a message from Harry, but I was way too upset to answer. I had to pull myself together somehow. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Horrible. The picture it gave of me was horrible. I had red, puffed eyes, mascara all over my face and messy hair. I washed my face and dried my tears, before got changed and headed to the dance lesson. I hoped it’d get my mind off things, off my horrible day. I was planning to call back Harry after the lesson, but again, luck had other plans for me. It all started with everyone asking what’s wrong and I just wanted some peace. I told them I just had a rough day, but they wanted to comfort me. I wasn't in the mood so I asked them to leave me alone. Thus I became the bad girl but I couldn't care less.  

“Come on girls, let’s start the lesson!”  

I thought dancing would be a good thing, but I was exhausted. I was aiming for my warm bed, aiming for the silence. Only 15 minutes passed when the song became faster and it was time for a nice jump. I jumped but messed something really up, cause when I reached the floor, I lost my balance and with a cracking sound that came from my ankle fell to the floor. All I could think about was the pain. Everyone stopped around me, and Sarah rushed over.

“Oh my God Jenny are you okay? Can you move your leg?”

“I-I don’t know. It hurts.” I said trying to fight back the tears, but a few of them eventually escaped. I was clenching my ankle, trying to decrease the amount of pain that my brain received.

“Let me see it! Jeez, it’s swollen. We have to take you to the hospital.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“How could it be fine? You need an x-ray. Girls help me get her into the car! The lesson’s over!”


“I’m sorry Sarah!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I messed it up! I’m sorry. I hope I’ll be able to take part in the performance!”

“Shh. The most important thing is you to get better.”

“We have the results!” the doctor said handing me a few papers.

“Your ankle isn't broken, but cracked. You need a plaster for 3 weeks. Another doctor will come and put it on for you.”

“Thank you! And doctor…we have an important performance in 2 months. Do you think I’ll be able to take part?”

“Well you can not burden it for at least 6 weeks. But maybe if you want, I can give you a crutch so you won’t put weight on it, thus you might start practice after 5 weeks. But you have to increase the amount of weight you put on it gradually. When you’ll come back to get off the plaster, you have to rest it for a week. Then you can walk and after 1,5 weeks you might start with easy steps. We’ll do another x-ray when you come back. It all depends on the result!” 

“Thank you!”  

“I go call your parents until you get the plaster.”  

“Okay Sarah.”

Twenty minutes later, I was struggling with the crutch to get out of the room to my parents who came to take me home. I felt my eyelids close when I was sitting in the car, but then again tears were welling up in my eyes. I hold them back until I got into my bed, but then couldn't take it anymore and broke down. It didn't have any special reason, it was just the way the stress left my system. I tried to think about something positive to make the tears stop so I could finally get some sleep. ‘Well at least I don’t have to go to school for at least a whole week. Maybe more. And the other thing: Harry finally comes home tomorrow. But I look like someone who just came back from death!’ My left eye was swollen because when I was crying, I smashed the mascara all over it and it got inflamed. As I was thinking about Harry, I realized I never called him back. I reached for my phone and saw many missed calls and texts, but it was too late to call him, so I just apologized in a text.  


Harry’s POV   

“Maybe she’s just busy!”

“She didn't answer any of my calls, not even the texts. She’d never ignored me before.”

“Head up! We’re going home tonight, and you can visit her tomorrow!”

We were sitting in the bus, on the way home. After a busy day it didn't take too long for me to fall asleep. Several hours later I woke up to the sight of our own flats. Finally! I stretched as I climbed out of the van, and checked my phone, while Paul took our luggage inside. I sighed in relief as I saw a message from Jenny:  

“Hi! I’m so sorry I ignored you all day, I’ll explain in person. Would you come over tomorrow? I’ll be home all day! xoxo”  

I found that weird, since she was supposed to be in school, but who cares? I can get to see her sooner. First thing I’ll do after I wake up: going over to her place

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