(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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21. Jane's Story Part 6:


   I head into my history class, feeling completely lifeless. I'm so tired. I'm ready to go home and take a nap. I was too busy staying up, excited about getting a fake ID from Mia, tonight.

   I was also too busy craving some sort of alcoholic beverage. I wasn't able to sneak any whiskey from the cabinets, not necessarily because my parents were home, but because there was only half left in our house.

   My mom got all sketched out when she saw there weren't nearly as many left in the cabinet as there was earlier. So, of course I couldn't have her thinking it was me who drank them. I went downstairs and told her that I found her hidden stash and was 'disappointed' in her for having them in our peaceful, little house.

   She really didn't know what to say to that, feeling a bit guilty. I told her I got rid of most of them because I was afraid she would become 'addicted'. She actually believed my dumb speech, too. Ironic, isn't it? She'd never think that her innocent daughter, Jane would drink half the bottles in there. She doesn't need to know that I did, either.

   I plop down at the seat closest to the window, letting my books slam the desk with an obnoxious thud. There's a bright side to this period, though. Katie's not in school today, so I don't need to worry about having crumpled up notes hitting me in the head for forty five minutes straight. None of her friends will bother me, either unless she's around to tell them to, so I'm all good.

   I stare out the window at the clear blue skies and evergreen treetops, blue birds soaring freely about, minding their own business. I wish I could be a bird. It seems like they really don't have anything much to worry about. They don't have to deal with any of the shitty drama I do. There's nothing that can get to them...I'm jealous.

   I hear someone drop their binder on the desk beside me and I carefully take my attention off the birds to face them.

   "Hey Jane!" Alanna says cheerfully, a smile forming at the edge of both cheeks.

   "Oh, hey. What's up?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. Boy, am I tired..

   "Justtt sleepy...but I guess I'm not the only one, huh?" She chuckles, motioning towards me. I look like I'm on the brink of death with my bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and semi-messy hair.

   "Tell me about it.." I murmur, my eyes wandering over to the doorway. And that's when I accidentally make eye contact with the one person I really wish I hadn't.

   I quickly spin around in my seat and face the white board, pretending to look at tonight's homework assignment. But now it's impossible to get the image of his adorable brown eyes looking right at me out of my head.

   I start to remember all of our good times together and how much it depresses me that it's over. I wish he still loved me...I wish everything was back to the way it was when we were happily ever after, holding hands and walking through the park beneath the sparkling rays of sunlight.

   When we would sit on a tiny park bench, the two of us both eating chocolate moose tracks ice cream in a waffle cone. I almost start to tear up at the touching memories, but then I remember I've got a reputation to hold here at Westville High. Although, I think it's already pretty lame at this point...

   "Uh, Mr. Gilbert, I wasn't here this morning, during my period three class-I have study hall now, so I was wondering if I could watch the video and take notes on it now-instead of after school..?"

   "Ah, yes. I suppose that would be fine, Johnny. Just take a seat over by the window and don't distract those around you, please."

   "Yeah, not a problem. Thanks."

   As soon as I hear Johnny approaching my area of the classroom, I flip open my notebook and click open my blue ink pen. The only thing I can think to do is pretend to write in my notebook. Problem is, I don't know what to write. I could write the homework-but that would mean looking up at the board.

   I sit there, my pen hovering over the lined paper awkwardly. Johnny walks over, setting his self down in the seat diagonal from me.

   I'm able to see him glance at me from the corner of my eye and I can sense a gulp in my throat. But if I gulp-he might hear me. Fuck.

   I decide to casually look out the window, then let out a gulp. I bet Johnny regrets not just staying after school to make up this class...If I were him-I would.

   "Okay, guys. Settle down." Mr. Gilbert says above the class full of noisy students. Once everyone's voices settle to whispers and their whispers settle to silence, he continues, "We are going to be continuing discussing Dante's Inferno. We went over seven of the nine circles, yesterday. Can someone recap what the first seven are?"

   Alanna's hand shoots up into the air, right before he's even able to finish the sentence. "Alanna, go ahead." Mr. Gilbert says, pointing to her.

   She smiles brightly, excited to answer the teacher's question, "Limbo, lust, gluttony, greed," She counts four off her fingers, "Wrath, heresy, and violence."

   "Good, thank you, Alanna. That's all seven of them. And there's two more that we have to discuss. I have a video to show you...ah, hold on. Here we are..." Mr. Gilbert moves over to the left side of the smart board to use the mouse. He clicks the 'play' button on the video, but nothing seems to happen. He repeats this process, not understanding its lack of cooperation.

   The students look at each other with smirks, finding it amusing at how he fails to show us a video. "Ah, one smart board hasn't been all that smart today..."

   While Mr. Gilbert struggles to work with the video, everyone turns to their friends to talk a little bit more. "I just love this unit!" Alanna exclaims, turning to face me. Her pastel blue eyes shine blissfully, just below her pin straight red bangs.

   I let out a small laugh, "Hah, why? You love to talk about hell?" I ask, half joking, half serious.

   "Well, no. I just think it's interesting how someone came up with the nine circles of hell. I mean, what if it really is all true? And what if it's not? I guess we'll never know until we die-or if we do something bad to end up in one of those circles." We both cringe, "Then again, if it were real, a lot of people would be ending up there after death. All nine circles are aspects of many different people."

   I shrug, "Hm, I guess you're greed for example."

   "Or in this day and age a ton of people would be ending up in the seventh circle-for violence." Alanna and I are both just as surprised with Johnny's intervene in our conversation.

   "Yeah, I know right? Way too many murders out there. And robberies and all that..pathetic ones. Like, did you hear about the one down in Canton?" Alanna questions, leaning in closer to Johnny. My bottom lip curls over in disgust. He just has to ruin everything for me. I could've started a new friendship-ohh but no! I'm not allowed to have any friends to add onto not having a boyfriend, isn't that right, Johnny? I roll my eyes and look back down at my note book. 

   "Yeah, and that boy who was shot in the head. Must've been a disturbingly bloody scene." Johnny adds, "And to think that wasn't too far away from this town."

   "Okay, guys. Turn your attention to the board, please." Mr. Gilbert says aloud, as he finally got the video to start up.


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