Chapter 4 Dr Hinge. David. Tall. Sweet. Mr. Hinge was Jen's helper. Jen knew him. He knew Jen. Thats what happens when you care about somebody. Mr. Hinge was a musical therapist. Helping children with the voice and melody. "What's your favorite song?" He had once asked Jenny. No answer. **4 Years Ago** I walked into the kitchen. Over Madeline's shoulder I saw her cutting onions. I hugged her from the back. Shocked. "Hi babe!" She turned back. "You looked started." Releasing the hug. "I'm going to cook some dinner for Aunt Diane. You know, she can't walk down to her kitchen these days." I sighed sympathetically. She wrapped up the white glass dish and held it in her hands. "Want me to drive today?" I offered, holding my hands out to take the dish. "No. I'll go." He stare at the door warned something invisible. She walked anyway, my hand brushing her arm as she glided happily. I loved her. "Be right back in about 30 minutes, okay?" "Okay." I smiled. My dark and large eye brows coming above the usual position. My grey eyes stared her up and down. Her thin pink lips smiled, as she looked straight at me, but not. Her purple rain jacket hung off of her. As if it was nothing but taking it off.
Chapter 5 (Continue) "Hi Jenny." Whitney spoke. Whitney. Elegant and charming. Short blonde hair. Electric green eyes. Plush cheeks. There could be a million ways to describe Jennifer's best friend. Caring. Intriguing. Humorous. Something. The one to stand up on stage and sing her heart out. "Muffin!" Jenny would say. Muffin. The child hood nick name Whitney absolutely despised. Muffin was the only word Jenny could say that didn't make her eyes flitch and water. Whitney and Jennifer were close. Closer then most. Whitney was popular. Had all the charm and looks. Everything a teenage girl wants. A teenage girl in Jenny's world; anyway. Whitney had that one thing that would always bring her population either up or down. She knew Jenny. Yes. Jenny was popular when Jenny was actually there. The second she were to leave the room people would scuff their shoes. Mumble the slightest comment. Laugh at whatever Jenny did that wasn't attractive or expected. Anything could set off her crowd. Being the best friend, Whitney stood in. "Just because she doesn't think like you, look like you, or talk like you, doesn't mean she's not human! I would take somebody who actually cares over a wanna be!" Defense. Jenny didn't realize how good of a friend she was to her. ---- Jenny's P.O.V Lunch. Hotdogs. I took my normal seat with Jason, Terry and Whitney. I especially sat next to Terry because I had a crush on him but also because he knew sign language. I looked at my friends. Jason. Short red hair. Black glasses. Green eyes. Freckles. Oval and thin face. Terry. Black hair. Small round face. Plump cheeks. 'bout right. I ate the first hotdog and pushed my tray away. Taking the note, Jason happily handed me his ham sandwich and took the hotdogs. I thanked him in sign language. Whitney laughed. "You've been learning the signs." <<Sure have>> sign language. It troubled him to make the figures with his long skinny fingers. I smiled at him. At first I forgot why I was smiling.
Chapter 6 (I hope) As Jenny went to bed, something struck the window. A crack. A squeak. She glanced quickly to the window..
An egg? I questioned. Really? I got up from my bed and gently sneaked my way over to the window. The carpet on my feed scratched and I became embarrassed of my feet. Another egg. Sliding slowly but elegantly down the house. I opened the window and stuck my head out. My pony tail squeezed and my forehead pressed intensely to the screen. Nobody? Nobody was there? Had my problem snuck it's way into my mind? Or was I dreaming? Worse, sleep walking? Who could it have been.. I listed off in my head people who disliked me. I stood in the dark room. Idiotically, I sat back into my bed. I pulled my feet up so the monsters wouldn't pull me under. On my fingers, I counted off names in my brain voice. It couldn't be Whit. Or Ter. Definitely none of the kids in my English. Who? Another egg splattered my window. I bolted to the window and saw somebody I didn't expect to see.. And they saw me too. Ja- "Jen?" Dad said angrily. I turned around startled. "What are you doing up so late?" "Um.."