(Book Trailer Included) Four teenage girls, Jane, Carmella, Mia, and Lily are experiencing some of the most difficult situations a teen could possibly have. Each of their lives shall intertwine with one another. This story exemplifies the often not so perfect lives of teenage girls by diving deep into the emotional struggles of adolescence.

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5. Jane's Story Part 2:


   I sit in the middle row of desks in History class and doodle little pictures of sad people with broken hearts, y’know, like me. I won’t lie, I’m still not over my breakup with Johnny. I feel like sobbing into my text book right now. I just want to hide away from the world around me.    

   Although, that’s not the only reason. The 'popular' girl in my school, Katie Viola, has been nagging me about it ever since she found out. For some reason, she enjoys seeing people like me in pain and finds it amusing to mess with my feelings.        

   I continue to doodle and wipe away the tear that’s found itself a path down my cheek. Just then a crumpled piece of paper flies over and lands on my desk, causing me to jump a bit.    

   I look around and see Katie sitting at a desk in the corner snickering with her friends. Slowly, I turn towards the note and take a deep breath before unfolding it. My eyes scan the paper and I blink back tears of rage.

Q: Which of the following describes Jane Kelley?:

a) Loser

b) Slut

c) Whore

d) Skank

e) Ugly

f) All of the above

Why, it's all of those, therefore the answer is 'f'. Lol <3 These are the reasons Johnyboo broke up with youuu :c Poor little Jane. Don't you get that this is how everyoneee sees you as? Thank me later for making you aware of your major flaws! You're such a fucking loser. 

    I stare at the words for a few moments as my body begins to tremble. Is this true? Why would anyone say things like this? Maybe this really is the reason Johnny broke up with me...After all, it was quite sudden.    

   I sit there and take another deep breath. No. I won’t fall for one of Katie’s little matter how much it hurts and makes me believe that I’m all those things. I pick up the paper and crumple it back up.    

   When Mr. Gilbert turns to the board I rise from my seat and head to the trash, dramatically chucking the note in the basket. At that moment the bell rings. Everyone jumps up and rushes for the door. I go retrieve my books from my desk and exit the room last.    

   “Whore.” A hand with french manicured nails whacks my books right from my grip to the white tiled floor of the school hallway. When I look up, I’m not surprised to see Katie’s devilish grinning face.    

   I roll my eyes and lean over to pick up my things, when she uses her red high heel to fling them across the hall.      

   “You're such a loser. Can’t even keep your boyfriend until senior year. And I bet you didn’t even realize that whole time that John didn't love you. He just felt bad for you and wanted you to be happy. How pitiful. But finally he’s had enough and had the guts to throw you in the trash. You’re too much of a loser for even someone like him. Good luck with the rest of your lonely life.” Katie spits these words at me, each little phrase hitting me hard like sticks and stones. Her posse laughing behind her doesn't help any either.    

   I sit there on my knees, staring at the floor as tears blur my vision. I gulp, holding back sobs. Her words spin around in my head like a tornado and I quickly get up and run out the entrance doors, pushing people out of the way as I cry heavily. They don’t understand. No one understands what I’m feeling inside. I have no one there for me.

   Don’t they realize I've been through enough? My best friend moved away a few months ago and my other friend is in the hospital. To top it all off, my boyfriend just dumped me. Way to kick me when I’m down.

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