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The Other Side of the Chains

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The Other Side of the Chains

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"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
-Jaques: As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 139–143 [Shakespeare]

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Name: Michael Evans
Age:17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160lbs
Hair: Brown with blonde streaks, semi-long and messy.
Eyes: Dark green.

Appearance:Image
Michael likes wearing fancy button up shirts, and matching ties. He keeps the sleeves rolled, and the shirt untucked. He either wears jeans, or slacks. He wears an assortment of different wrist band or watches, and occassionally silver necklaces. His is not very big, but his muscles are well defined, and he has almost no body fat, because of the special diet his whole family eats, and the work out regiment that he religiously follows.

Personality: Michael is a rather selfish person. He has always gotten what he wanted and doesn't know what it is to want. He tends to ignore people, but at the same time he keenly picks up on their body language, and actions. He is extremely intelligent and coniving. He has a knack of getting what he wants, through means of his own. Doesn't flaunt his money, but you can tell he is proud of his social standing.

Likes: His Black Diamond CellphoneImage
His Audi Spyder R8 Image
Running
Sushi
iPhone

Dislikes: His parents
School
His friends

History: Michael was born into a very wealthy family, and has enjoyed a life of ease, and getting whatever he wants. The price of such a life style is parents he never sees, and never being sure if his friends like him or his money. His family holds much standing in the city. He is currently attending Azure Heights Highschool. This school has a varied school body. The area that the school sits, is right in the middle of the riches district of the town, and the ghetto of the city. This has caused problems, and he has regarded the lower class with an attitude stereotypical of his higher class.
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Name: Janelle Hernandez
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hair: Brown naturally wavy hair.
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130
Appearance: She has her own bold style. She is almost never in dress code. Has extreme curves; big bust and butt. Long brown hair that is easy to do almost anything with. Big green eyes.
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Personality: She is very outgoing, but gaurded. Friendly with everyone amoung the inderpriveledged. She is strong, but has her weak points that completely break her. She is patient and puts up with a lot.
Likes:
*School
*Her job:
*Her iPod: http://i898.photobucket.com/albums/ac186/bmwm1/ipod-nano.jpg
*Her promise ring: http://media.photobucket.com/image/pretty%20promise%20ring/xx19blondie91xx/10-31-06/IMG_0239.jpg
*Big hoop earrings: http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/wildhabitat1993/janelleearrings.jpg
*Her ShengShi s15 {phone}: http://www.chinabuye.com/shengshi-s15-dual-band-dual-sim-cool-flip-phone-red
Dislikes:
*Her home life
*Her father
*Her mother
Hobbies:
*Working
*Taking care of her mother
*Volunteering at the community center
Necesseties:
*Her promise ring
*Her phone
*Her iPod nano
Bio: Janelle has always been a kind hearted person. When she was around the age of 6 or 7 she started to get abused by her father until the age of 13 when he got arrested for manslaughter in a DUI accident. Since her father went to prison, her mother became a drunk which cause Janelle to grow up fast. Janelle has had a job since the age of fifteen and has done everything for herself. She got her permit, raised money for a car, got a job, got her lisence, bought her own clothes, bought her food for her and her mother, et cetera. This has caused her to be kind hearted and strong in most ways, but also very gaurded. She now attends Azure Heights Highschool. This school has a varied school body. The area that the school sits, is right in the middle of the richest district of the town, and the ghetto of the city. This has caused problems, and she has never gotten along with the richer part of her class just because of how they look down on her and her friends and judge them on a moment's notice.
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"Mom. I'm going to school. I have to work from five to eleven so i'll be home late. I wrote a note to remind you." Janelle says gently brushing her mother's stringy black wavy hair from her olive toned face.
"Whatever." Her mother mumbled slapping Janelle's hand away. Janelle sighed shaking her head then standing from the kneeling position she was in. She walked over to the full body mirror in the small two bedroom apartment that Janelle rented for her and her mother. She ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair as she assessed what she was wearing for the third time that morning. She had put on a black pair of jean short shorts that gripped her butt and made it look perfect. She wore a hot pink camisole that had lace top on it that just barely covered her black bra that also had lace on top. To finish the outfit she had a leather jacket that cut off at the elbows and just below the bust and a pair of black high top nike's. She accessorized with the usual big hoops that were silver today and had her name in cursive inside them along with a matching silver necklace, her promise ring, and her black knock of Dulce sunglasses, that at the moment wete holding the hair out of her face to show her plump glossed lips and lined with black eyeliner green eyes.

Janelle sighed at herself in the mirror before grabbing her keys off of the kitchen counter and pushing her sunglasses in front of her eyes as she walked out of the door. She rolled her eyes as her used toyota corolla sitting in the aparment complex parking lot before unlocking it and getting in. She rolled down the windows and opened the sunroof just to get the smell of pot out of her car. Last night she let her best friend use her car while she was at work and it came back reiking of the illegal drug. By the time she got back to school the car smelled normal enough, but Janelle sprayed some tacky body spray perfume in it to help a little. She rolled up the windows and closed the sunroof and got out instantly being greeted by her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend and their friends.

"Ayo Nelly, where you been at?" Andre, this guy who obsessed over her asked. "Busy. Who's askin'?" Janelle replied walking away not caring to hear his answer. Janelle finally reached her locker, which unfortunately was reassigned to the middle of the rich kid's locker block. She heard whispers and rude comments as she pulled out her silver jansport bookbag and put in her books for her first three periods.

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Michael woke to the sound of his iPhone alarm blarring music through out his room. It was 5:00. He always got up at this time. He crawled out of bed, and put on a pair of blue basketball shorts, and a black underarmor t-shirt. He walked to the large, elegant bathroom attached to his room, and relieved himself. He looked in the mirror, and gave a sigh. He made his way to the closet, and fetched his running shoes, slipping them on, and leaving the confines of his room.

His house was large and elegant, like no other house in the city. He slide down the banister of the large staircase, and walked out the front door. After stretching his legs a little, Michael set off for a 4 mile run. He always ran three to five mile in the morning. It was a great way to keep in shape, and for him to let go of everything. He enjoyed running more than anything.

Around 5:48, Michael was finished running, and walking up the stairs to his bedroom. He felt refreshed, and energized, ready to face the ensueing day of drama, facades, and an over all pointless existence that was school. He stripped of his clothes, throwing them in the hamper, and made his way into the shower. The water was perfect, and relaxed his still tensed muscles.

Michael slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black tie. He felt simple this morning. His left arm received a black armband, and the right a silver watch, with a wide black leather strap. He filled his pockets with his daily essentials, and made his way to the kitchen. A banana, and cuo of yogurt was his choice of nourishment this morning, and he ate both quickly.

Michael climbed into his Spyder R8, and pulled out into the road. The trip to the school was short and uneventful. He pulled into the parking lot, and headed towards his usual parking spot, only to find it occupied, by another person. He was angered by this, and roamed the parking lot until he found another spot to park his car. He climbed out, and instantly pulled out his cell phone, to make an important text to a friend of his.

Azure Heights, Michaels least favorite place to be most days. He wasn't a big fan of the place, and he didn't pretend to cover it up. This school had a diverse school body, but two groups stood out. The area north of the school was divided by the Atlantica Railway, and on each side of the tracks were two very different societies represented. The east side was the wealthiest neighborhood in the city. Doctors, lawyers, corporate officers, and the likes house here. The homes were large, well kept, and modern. The people that lived in these homes were people of influence, and wealth. This was Michael's domain. The west side on the other hand, was the poorest district, the true ghetto of the city. The people were often poor, dirty, had horrible jobs, and as such hated those from the east side.

The two neighboring section of town, had formed almost into a rivalry. The richest of the city, and the poorest were constantly arguing, fighting, and debating. Michael didn't care so much as to were they lived, but the way they dressed and acted.

Michael was soon swarmed by his usual antereage of osers, haters, nd dumbasses. HE walked pass a small group of them, and disregarded them with disdain.

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Janelle sighed as the rich kids shoved past her and pushed her into her locker. "God what is your problem?!" Janelle yelped as some girl slammed her into her locker then walked away. Janelle pulled out her iPod and plugged in her black headphones putting on some music with a hard beat and putting her earbuds into her ears. Janelle slammed her locker shut and threw her bag over her shoulder before heading to the courtyard to just be herself a little. While she was looking down rummaging through her bag looking for her camera she ran into a tall guy wearing black skinny's a tie and white button up. She dropped her stuff all over her camera slipping out as well. She looked up and saw it was the infamous Michael. She had heard about him. He was at the top of the food chain in their school the man every guy wanted to be and everygirl wanted to be with. She hear. He was a jerk so she didn't expect and I'm sorry or any help so she just sighed and sat down on her knees on the floor and started to gather her books, binders, and stray things like her camera, lip gloss, and her work clothes. "Sorry about that." She says to Michael just over the crowd so he could hear it.

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Michael was making his way towards the school, pretending to listen to the people around him. Someone asked his thoughts on their party they were gonna throw, and he simply gave a whatever. Some girl asked if they could go out, and he completely ignore her. God life was miserable, but at the same time, he wouldn't want to trade places with anyone. He was rich, respected, and had his way. THe crowd had desperesed a little, only about six people followed him now. He was actually involved in the new conversation, a trip to the beach on Saturday, and was surprised when someone bumped into him knocking him back on his ass.

"You mother fucker!" MIchael got up, and was about to sock whoever had bumped him in the jaw, but he then noticed it was a girl. She was on the ground, picking up her stuff she had dropped. "Watch where you are going next time bitch." MIchael stormed past her, his posse in tow. He told them to leave him, all but his 'closest' friend, James. They went to their lockers, and got out their books. Michael really didn't care for school, but at the same time was one of the school's top students. Years of special tutors as achild, and his natural ability had set him apart. He made his way to class, now familiar with the days events. School had started two weeks earlier, and so far it hadn't proved much of an improvement over last year. Michael walked into his first class, and sat near the back.

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Janelle sighed biting her tongue instead of starting a verbal war with Michael. She hadn't had much time now so she quickly finished gathering her things. She quickly shoved her books into her bag and shoved through the rich bitches and made her way to class. This was the first day of school again so she had no clue would be in her first period. She smiled as her friends waved her over to the back corner of the class by the window that they had managed to slide open unnoticed. She walked over and put her bag on the chair and sat on the desk. She scanned the class and frowned seeing Michael in the class. She knew this was too good to be true. She pulled out a single earbud so she could half listen to her friends conversations just as the bell rang and the teacher walked in.

"Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Brookes." The teacher, apparently, Mrs. Brookes said as she put her things down on her desk. "Excuse me Miss, but couold you take your butt off the desk and your books instead." Mrs. Brookes said addressing Janelle. Janelle nodded and traded her butt for her bookbag. "Okay class so today we are starting a project that will be due in two weeks. I will be putting you into pairs and you will be finding your own meaning of a word you will pick out of this hat together." She sat picking up a fidora that was filled with little papers. "Okay so since I don't know you're names I will be pairing you randomly off of this attendance sheet." She smiles and sits in her chair behind her desk. "So when I call your names please come up and pick up a sheet of pair. One for each of you." She smiled and pulled out the attendence sheet. "Andre Clark and Jenine James. Jessica Manner and Yohanna Stickler." She said pairing a rich kid and an unfortunate one together for both pairs.

"Does she have any clue what she's doing?" Janelle asked her friend Shamika just as her name was called. "Janelle Hernandez and Michael Evans." Mrs. Brookes read from the attendence sheet. Janelle groaned quietly then walked up and stood behind Yohanna and Jessica who were picking their papers from the hat. Janelle waited for Michaele to come up before she picked her paper and got the word FAMILY. 'Great something I don't have...' Janelle thought to herself then looked over at Michael.

((The word choices are: Money, Family, Friends, Success.))

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Michael sat back, ignoring the other students conversation, but rather studying there mannerism, and how they interacted to their enviroment. He got a kick out of studying people. People could fake speech, and change how they looked, but in the end their body language gave them away everytime. He checked his phone, to find that his earlier request had been receiced with great enthusiasm. The Corolla that once occupied "his" parking spot, was now sitting in the middle of the football field. Michael laughed to himself, and looked up to see the teacher had enetered the room.

Mrs. Brookes introduced herself, and Michael pretended to pay attention. His mind wandered as she went on, only to be snapped back, by the teacher calling his name. He had caught just enough to realize they were being paired for a project. He reluctantly got up, and moved to the side of his partner. Looking over he realized it was the girl from earlier, and was filled with a sense of annoyance. This was gonna prove horribly undelightful. He waited to draw a paper, and when he did, he drew Friends. 'Joy'. Michael went back to his seat, and sat indifferently through the rest of the class.

When class ended, Michael got up to leave, and collected his things. He couldn't wait for the day to just end.

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As soon as the bell rang Janelle went in the hallway only to hear about a Toyota Corolla in the middle of the football feild. She shook off the thought that it was her's as she got to her locker. She smiled at her friends who were whispering right by her locker then turned to face her. They all look surprised and kind of aggravated.
"What's up?" Janelle asked approaching her friends cautiously.
"Somebrich bitches put your car in the football feild, Nelly." One said.
"I heard that Michael kid is behind it, girl." Said another.
"Should we kick his ass, Janelle?" Asked her best friend's boyfriend.
"What? Michael? Nah I got this shit covered." Janelle said angrily. She went off to find Michael and as soon as she did she shoved him into the lockers. "What's your problem?! What have I ever done to you to fuck up your life?!" Janelle yells "If you wantthis project to work out okay I suggest you get my mother fucking car of that god damned football feild before the end of the school day!" She screams poking his chest with every profanity she screams.

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Michael wait til everyone lese was out of the class before he stepped out himself. As he made his way down the hall, he was blindsided into the lockers. He was stunned for a second out of shock, and confusion, but came arounf to Janelle's yelling, and screaming. It was something about her car, and what not. He didn't pay her much mind, letting the confused look remain on his face, using it to his advantage. He was gonna let this go, as a bit mix up, but when she started poking at him, he got pissed off. What made this trash think she had the right to touch him.

"Keep your hands off me you little bitch." Michael pushed off the lockers, and into Janelle, intentionally knocking her back. "I didn't have anything to do with your car, just becaused your pissed off at me for your screw up this morning don't take everything out on me." Michael turned and starting walking down the hall, "Fuck you, and the project."

James and a ew other guys gathered around Michael as he walked down the hall. James leaned close to Michael curious, "So what you gonna do with her?"

"Nothing at the moment. She's my assigned partner for a damn class project. Guess I'll just have to work with her for now, and when its all over toss her aside like the ghetto trash she is." Michael stood outside the door of his next class, humored at the days events. At least it was more interesting then usual, if not annoying.

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Her poking him must have set him off because he shoved off the lockers and pushed her to the ground and said fuck her andthe project. He denied any involvement in the car removal and walked off. She sat on the ground angrily gathered her friends and headed to the football feild. "Jamal can you try and get my car outta here with LeBron?" She asks handing him the keys. Jamal nods and heads off with the other guy. She was livid and was not gonna make this project easy for them. The boys moved her car back intothe parking lot and gave her the keys to her car.

The rest of the day flew by and she decided to meet Michael at his car. She stood by his car with her hostess uniform folded over her arm that was crossed with the other over her chest. "Michael..." She said quietly as he approached hisfriends kind of fading away the closer he got to his car. She was just going to apologize and try and make this project as solo dolo as possible.

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The most genuine smile Michael had all day was the one that he gave at the sound of the last bell. He was ready for this day to be over with, and just wanted to go home and relax. Today had definitely not been the smoothest, but in Michael's mind it actually wasn't a horrible thing. He got tired of the monotomy of life, and rather enjoyed when the balance was upsetted by things.

He made his way towards his car, when he noticed the girl from earlier standing by it. He told the guys around him to leave him, and made his way towards Janelle. "Looking for a ride? You know I usually don't taxi for free." He examined Janelle like he examined everyone, noticing little details.

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"Uhm... No. I got my car out of the football feild..." She said in her innocent spanish accent avoiding eye contact. "I just wanted to work out something for this project that we're stuck together on..." She said rubbing the back of her neck. All this stress was giving her aches all over her spine. "And I guess I wanted to apologize for getting in your face earlier. It's just my car is..." She started then caught hersef. "It doesn't matter. I guess I'm sorry..." She said in a whisper finally looking up at his bold dark green eyes with her own big green eyes. She but her lip and looked away pulling a small folded peice of paper out of her pocket. "But we don't have to do it now, so here." She said handing him the paper that held her cell phone number. She really hated saying she was sorry especially when she didn't fully mean it and when she knew that the recepient wouldn't really care.

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Michael looked at the piece of paper, and reluctantly received it. "Let's just avoid any further confrontations at school. It would make things so much easier that way." Michael opened the door of his car, and then turned back to Janelle. "Those don't look quiet your style. Work uniform?" Michael was curious about the clothes she held to her chest.

Michael didn't like this girl much, but he did have to work with her, so why not play nice for now. Besides, today had been one of the most "enjoyable" days he had had in a long time. Michael climbed into his car, starting up, and drove away. Not paying the speed limit much notice.

When Michael got home he set the two pieces of paper in his pocket on the desk, and turned on some rock music, drowning out all exterior noise. He wanted to get an idea of what to do with this blasted project. Friends? Sure he had plenty, but what were they to him? He completed some other homework, while still pondering the topic. How would someone who doesn't have any real friends talk about what the word meant to them.

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Janelle nodded to his question and turned on her heel to go to her car when he got into his and left. Janelle drove to the Applebees Resturaunt, her place of work and went to the back room because he shift didn't start for another two hours. She got out some of her homework and put it on the table before she got out her iPod and put it on some Reggeton song and working on her homework. About an hour before her shift she finished all of her homework so she got out the peice of paper and glared at it.

FAMILY

What did family mean to her? How could someone who has no family, but the drunk who she takes care of that she couldn't even begin to consider her mom, begin to define it? She looked to a coworker who walked into the break room. "Hey Denise? What does family mean to you?" Janelle asked shyly. "The one thing in life you can never change." Denise answered with a half smile after about a minute of thought. nJanelle was somewhat baffled out how easily she answered this but agreed with her. "Wow.." She whispered before taking out a sheet of paper and writing Family at the top and then Denise's definitiong beneath it. She put her books and stuff in her car and then changed into her uniform and went to work.

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Michael sat back in his desk chair, music still blasting in the background. This topic was still a puzzle to him, and that only frustrates him more. He stands up, and heads out of his room, mmaking his way to the kitchen downstairs. As he's rummaging through the refridgerator, his fahter walks him, and greets him. "Evening Michael."

Michael pays him little attention, "Hi,..." Michael pulled a tub of hummus out of the fridge, and then grabbed the pita chips out of the pantry. Michael dad spoke up again after pouring a cup of coffee. That coffee maker was always on. "Well son. I need to talk to you. You see me and your mom have to leave for a business deal in New York, so your gonna have to take care of yourself for the next eight days."

"Another business trip, huh? Whatever." Michael took his food, and left the kitchen. His dad was always away on trips, and his mom went him on any that were longer than five days, or were somewhere of interest to her. Michael sat back down in his room, and pretended to work on his project. The rest of his night proceeded without incident, until he decided to send a text to Janelle at about 930. 'Starbucks, at rose and first, 2morow. Unless u have work?' He set the phone on his side table, and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, munching on pita chips.

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Re: The Other Side of the Chains

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Janelle's night wasn't running so smooth. They were short on waiters so she had to be a hostess and a waitress. She's was okay with this though because she got regular pay, plus tips. None the less tonight was Karaoke night so it was super busy with drunks at the bar who felt like belting out the words from big hair bands like Bon Jovi and Aerosmith and little girls from families who liked singing Beyonce and Avril Lavigne. Janelle took her thirty minute dinner break and ate a steak salad that she absolutely loved from her job. Janelle finished her salad and checked her phone just as it buzzed with a text message. She checked it when her break was almost over and read it was a text from Michael. 'Time?' She replied before shoving her phone into her pocket and heading back to work. She loved coffee so she was always up to meet at Starbucks, even if it was on the rich side of town where he wanted to meet her. She didn't have to work tomorrow, but she did have a drunk mother to tend to.

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Re: The Other Side of the Chains

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Michael was still munching when he got the return message. "Right after school. I'll be there, show up if u want." Michael set the phone back on the dresser, and walked to the kitchen to put the food away. He ran into his mom while he was down stairs and gave her a hug goodnight, then made his way back to his room. Micheal sprawled out on his bed, and kicked off his shoes, he didn't care to get undressed, and was soon fast asleep.

The next morning was much like the one before. He got up, ran a couple miles, showered and got dress. Todays outfit was a light blue shirt, and orange plaid tie. He was wearing white skinny jeans, and flats that had the same orange plaid as his tie.

His spot wasn't taken this morning, but he decided to park elsewhere, lest he arise an issue with Janelle. He was trying to be tolerable after all. Michael somehow managed to make it to class without being bogged down by too many people, and took the same seat as the day before. He was early, but didn't care. He had nothing better to do with his morning. He pulled out his Black Diamond ((BD phone from now on)), and shut it off, ignoring the messages that were on the screen. He then started some music on his iPhone and sat back, waiting for the day to start, so that it could end.

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Re: The Other Side of the Chains

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"Bye Denise! Bye Miguel!" She calls as she waves and heads out to her car, her pocket buzzing. She runs out to her car since it was late and she wasn't from the best of neighborhoods and people were always trying to find her. She drives home with her iPod plugged into her stereo blasting some Alicia Keys and singing her lungs out with the music until she pulled into her neighborhood. She turned down the music and took out everything important to her from her car then went inside to find her drunk mother on the couch watching Save the Last Dance.

"Hey Mom." She says just over the movie. "Hey baby, where ya been?" Her mom said in a slur her gaze slowly moving to Janelle. It was her usual answer, so Janelle decided to give an unusual response. "Smoking, drinking, partying mom. Ya proud?" She says glaring at her mother shaking her head. "What?" Her mother says drunkly standing. "Nothing mom..." Janelle said heading to her room, she had pissed her mom off and this wasn't good. "Bitch getchur ass back here..!" Her mother slurred pulling her by her hair. This battle ensued resulting with scratches on her mom's arms and a few scratches on Janelle's face from being smacked. Janelle had ran to her room and locked herself in. Her mother gave up after five minutes and went to pass out on the couch. Janelle shook her head and got ready for bed, brushing her teeth and changing into a big night shirt.

The next morning Janelle woke up and took a shower. She blow dried her hair and dressed herself in a black slingy spaghetti strap top and a dark purple silky vest. She accessorized with a few necklaces and eyeliner and lipgloss. She didn't own cover up so the scratches were to remain exposed all day regretabley. She pulled on black skinny jeans and a pair of dark purple four inch heels. She put in a pair of plain silver hoops and made sure her promise ring was secure. She quietly slipped out of the front door not leaving a note, and got into her Corolla. She drove herself to school and decided not to park in the same spot as yesterday, but in the back corner this time. She pushed through her friends who asked questions about her face and ignored them all. She wasn't in the mood to deal with their bullshit, so she just got her stuff out of her locker and went to class sitting in the dead center of the class. She pulled out her phone and texted Michael, 'I'm in for starbucks after school.' She pressed send then sighed of releif as Mrs. Brookes walked into the class and started teaching.

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