Breakdown
Introduction

Jenny's heart pounded heavily as the tears rushed down her cold cheeks. Sitting outside in the cold snow, wasn't fun. Highschool, best friends, sleepovers, partying. All of the joy that she thought awaited her, now she regretted passing the 8th grade. She wished she could go back to middle school, or even grade school. Her best friend, Marissa Hoffman, had thrown a party. A party, that she wasn't invited to.

She walked over to the front door, because she was going to ask if Marissa wanted to have a sleepover. All she found at her house, was blaring music, dancing "friends" and people that she thought were ever so loyal to her. She thought wrong, and now regretted even moving to this stupid town.

She walked over to the window and pressed her face up against the cold glass. She dropped her bracelet that said friends forever onto Marissa's door mat, and ran, all the way back to her house and knocked on the locked front door. Her mom opened the door.

"What's wrong?", she asked, but Jenny didn't care. She shoved her out of the way and stormed up the stairs.

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Should I keep going?
xKarissa

Keep going! :D

^^ Keep going! It's good!

Yuppers!
Keep going.

Chapter One
Jenny, Talk To Me.

Jenny ran into the bathroom and locked the door, she slammed herself onto the cold tile floor and collapsed her head into her hands, and continued crying. She couldn't handle it, but she needed to. She began to get cold, and wrapped her arms around her legs and curled up into the smallest ball she could get into. Breathing heavily, evil shined in her eyes.

She couldn't possibly live this down, her reputation would be gone. She rolled out some toilet paper from the dispenser above her. She stood up, shakily, and squeezed the paper in her hand. She walked to the mirror and started rubbing away at her smeared mascara and eyeliner.

While looking in the mirror, she whispered beneath her breath, "who is this, this pathetic thing?"

She didn't even recognize herself, she didn't know who this girl was. This girl looked mad, this girl looked sad. Were these the feelings that she actually felt? She always held up high and didn't let anything get to her. This was getting to her, and getting to her good.

She continued observing herself. While looking into the mirror, she tapped her fingers on the counter. It had been hours, passing and passing. The time on her watch now read 9:06. She decided that she'd finally unlock the door. She slowly twisted the handle, the lock came out, unlocking the door. She walked down the stairs and gave her mom a hug. Without saying anything, she let go and slowly walked back up the stairs.

"Wait," her mom said.

Jenny turned around and looked back at her, raising an eyebrow, implying a questioning look.

"What happened back there?"

She didn't feel like answering, she didn't feel like talking, she didn't feel like sharing. She slowly shook her head as if to say no, she knew saying 'no' didn't make much sense in that case, but she didn't care. She continued up the stairs and shut her door behind her. She sat her bed, then laid, then sat up, and continued the process.

She eventually sat up, staring at her ceiling, attempting to trace the tiles with her finger. She couldn't reach, by far, but she liked to try to make out pictures. She was creative and fun, but this wasn't being herself. She wasn't a boring person, what was wrong with her. The question raced through her head, 'what is wrong with me?'

She rolled over, more and more. She couldn't get any sleep, at all. She just kept rolling, as if she were a child rolling down the grassy hills in Spring Lake, where she used to live. She missed it there, a lot. Coldsilk Valley wasn't any fun. She rolled over, again and again. Thinking about being a child, thinking about all of her old friends.

She began to cry again. More and more, it seemed as if she could fill an entire ocean. Her pillow was too soaked to lay on, so she sat up again. It was now 11:28pm and she still couldn't sleep. Why did she have to move, why did she have to start all over, why did she have to make new friends?

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xKarissa

Great story!

Keep writing. It's really good. ^^
I can tell that it's really good really easily, because I'm not usually into these kinds of stories.

Thanks guys, I'm glad you like my story! I'll be sure to write more very shortly! =D
xKarissa

this is really good! i like it!
Keep on Writing! lol
Off Topic: I like you signature!! LOL

Chapter Two
Let's Just Get This Over With.

Monday, Jenny was panicing at the thought of school. Why school, why now, why me? Those were the three questions running through her mind. Suddenly, she came up with something, illness. It was only 5:52am and her mom shouldn't be up for another half-hour.

She ran to her closet and grabbed the heating pad from her closet, that she used to use for her knee when it was in pain, and quietly walked down the stairs, and placed it into the microwave for five minutes. Beep, beep, she quickly pressed the end button so the noise would stop.

She took the heating pad to her head, and although it was intense heat, she couldn't put it down. She walked back upstairs and took spare blankets from her closet and threw them onto the bed. She pounced in and lay there, taking in the heat. After ten minutes passed, she put the heating pad away and called her mother.

"Mom, I don't feel well!" She lied.

Her mother came into the room as she pretended to shiver.

"What's the matter, honey?"

"I, I'm cold, very cold."

As planned, her mother reached out for her forehead, and noticed it was very hot.

"Aww you poor thing, you're sick as a dog! Would you like to go ahead and take the day off of school?"

"Yes, please. Thanks mom, I love you."

"You're welcome, I'll go get some Advil."

"Water too, please?"

"Of course."

After she left, Jenny released a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she whispered beneath her breath, as if she was indicating a thanking to her brain for the idea.

Her mother re-entered the room and handed her an advil and a glass of water. "Thanks mom, I love you."

"You're welcome. I love you too."

As her mom left she slipped the advil into her pillowcase and took a few sips of water to make it look like she had taken it.

"Score one for Jenny." She said, softly.

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xKarissa

I am very interested in this story please keep writing

Wow dramatic but simple. :)

Sickness genius! LOL cant wait for more

Write.. More.. Now.. Please..