Great. My feelings towards Brody is all over the place, my hip is fractured, I'm going to school on a wheelchair, and I have a boatload of schoolwork. Isn't life fantastic? No but seriously. It was bad enough to be going through a massive heart break and being embarrassed with going to school on a wheelchair. Does my teachers feel the need to give us so much work?
I sighed as I sat on my chair by the desk, staring at the stack of home work. I grabbed a pencil and started doing my astronomy home work. Astromy's my favorite subject, but having home work is never cool. I scratched my head as I tried labeling the stars. When I couldn't get the answer, I flipped open my text book. It went on like that, and in 3 hours and 28 minutes of concentration (Yes, I checked), my home work was done. I ate 2 bags of chips and a big glass of Sprite in the process, because it would be completely impossible to do my homework without it. I stretched and got out of my chair--well, tried to get out of my chair. When I noticed I couldn't move my hip, much to my frustration, I called out for someone. Because my parents were still working, my brother was the first to come.
"A little help?" I asked, and he grunted which I took as a yes. I needed some help for getting up and being lifted a little, because I can't let all the weight go on my hip and feet. He groaned as he lifted me up slightly.
"Gosh, how much do you weigh?" He asked, seeming to be having a hard time. I kinda felt bad for him, but his comment was unnecessary. I narrowed my eyes at him and shot back.
"Shut up." I gave him the evil eye, and he dropped me into the wheel chair. He let out a breath, and even though he wasn't exactly being nice, I thanked him. He muttered a "no problem" under his breath. He left the room, and I wheeled myself to the edge of my room. I grabbed my phone from the table, and then swiveled to the side of my bed to grab my book, when my phone vibrated. I jumped, because I wasn't expecting a text. I almost threw my phone, but I grabbed on to it before I did anything. When I checked it, I saw it was from Alex.
Hey Jenny. Wanna hang out some time?
I raised my eye brows as I studied the words. I knew how he felt for me, and it doesn't take a genius to understand that he was asking me on a date. I sighed, considering it. I was pretty bored, but would it be right to start going on dates before you're over your ex? But then I remembered how I thought it'd be a good idea to start dating someone or something. So I chose to accept the invitation.
Sure. When do you want to hang out?
I replied, and huffed my cheeks and slowly let the air out. I stretched my arms out, and waited for his text. A beep came out from my phone, indicating that I got a reply. I opened the text.
This Sunday, I'll pick you up at your house.
That seemed fair enough, so I agreed.
Sure! Where are we going?
I tapped my fingers on the side of my arm rest.
A cafe and a movie? I'll look up somewhere that allows wheelchairs. :-)
That seemed nice, and it was sweet of him to consider my state.
Ok! Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow!
I don't know if he wanted to continue texting me, but I didn't feel like talking too much. Besides, I wanted to read my book. I was becoming like a nerd, or worse, my mom! Holy, what's gonna happen if I become like my mom? A book worm!
But at the moment, I didn't really care, so I tossed my phone on the bed, and grabbed the book. I heaved a sigh, and then I scowled. I've sighed a whole bunch these days. I mean, I was tired and stressed, but I've never sighed this much in a short period of time. And that thought reminded me of how it's a good idea to break things off with Brody. And I might be heading towards a good direction by trying to move on.
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Summer daydream
Teen FictionAfter Jenny's awesome summer where she made a hot boyfriend (or something more complicated) and had the time of her life, school had brought reality back. Back to her stupid, average, un-social life, until her hot boyfriend turned up, saying that h...