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The next morning, Jen was very quiet, just sat curled up on the couch under her duvet. I had to go to work, so Bob was staying back with her. I wasn't going to leave Jen by herself today.
"I'll see you about four-ish," I said.
"Fine," she said, without looking at me.
"You ok?" I asked.
Jen nodded.
"See you later,"
*Jen POV*
I still hadn't got over yesterday. My conversation with Bob made me feel a lot better about myself, but I was still mad at Hugo. The way he could just say what he did and think it was funny made me want to gauge out his eyes and kill him. I was so angry. At least I had three days to try and forget about it, but I doubted I ever would. I spent the day eating popcorn and watching re-runs of Friends, The Simpsons and Futurama. Bob was downstairs in the basement, practising drums. Carmen York called me around lunchtime asking how I was, which made me feel wanted for a while.
The next two days were exactly the same as the first. On the Friday, I had to go back to school and face up to Monkfish, and a school in which I was an outcast. When I was six and we first moved to Chicago, we were going to be home educated. I wish I'd taken up that offer more than ever now. These were the days when I missed Cleveland. I was so depressed and angry with life and myself, and I knew it would be better if it could all go away. But there was only one sure-fire way of disposing of the misery.
Suicide.
"I'll see you about four-ish," I said.
"Fine," she said, without looking at me.
"You ok?" I asked.
Jen nodded.
"See you later,"
*Jen POV*
I still hadn't got over yesterday. My conversation with Bob made me feel a lot better about myself, but I was still mad at Hugo. The way he could just say what he did and think it was funny made me want to gauge out his eyes and kill him. I was so angry. At least I had three days to try and forget about it, but I doubted I ever would. I spent the day eating popcorn and watching re-runs of Friends, The Simpsons and Futurama. Bob was downstairs in the basement, practising drums. Carmen York called me around lunchtime asking how I was, which made me feel wanted for a while.
The next two days were exactly the same as the first. On the Friday, I had to go back to school and face up to Monkfish, and a school in which I was an outcast. When I was six and we first moved to Chicago, we were going to be home educated. I wish I'd taken up that offer more than ever now. These were the days when I missed Cleveland. I was so depressed and angry with life and myself, and I knew it would be better if it could all go away. But there was only one sure-fire way of disposing of the misery.
Suicide.
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