This isn’t based on a true story, but based on an interpretation, a possible event that COULD happen at the moment but I swear to god won’t. I guess writing it makes me feel like the thought would be released…

(Names will be changed, due to personal privacy)

It was a normal, dull day. The sky was grey; the cold air was piercing through my black sweater and chilling the back of my ears. It was a normal, dull day in winter. Just like every other day. I sighed, I was really sleepy. It would’ve been nice to sleep in then have to wake up early to get on the bus for school.

Pulling on my scarf to help warm myself, I looked up at the cloudy sky. It was going to rain today.

Smirking, I pulled out my head phones, and looked down, seeing my ripped Vans slide against the surface of the concrete. I laughed to myself, while choosing my iPod to hit shuffle, and thought about science for some reason.

With this forced friction I cause the time interval it will take to get to the bus stop will be slightly more extended due to the ground holding on to me, or some crap like that. Man, I hate science. Physics. Math. Boo, it sucks.

The music vibrated into my ears, and my head bounced a little to be in time with the beat of the song. I made sure I didn’t kill my self with the volume of it as I trekked through the silence of my neighborhood.

After turning a few corners and walking down two or three streets, I was at the bus stop in my neighborhood. A group of kids were already seated on a bench there, and I walked over, noticing a few of my friends. I grinned, and waved hi to them, as they did the same, and I sat next to one of them as they took my other headphone and listened to the music I was playing.

Such a generic morning, you know? Everyday is exactly like this.

“Oh my gosh, you’re scarf is cute,” one of my friends commented, and me being shy to compliments just blushed and nodded.

“Someone is being cute,” said another. Wow, I feel like crap, not even referring them as their names, but they were just common friends. They weren’t that close. I mean, I didn’t mean them in a bad way, but at this moment I didn’t really pay attention to who they were.

This morning was so…not real that everything felt like a blur. I shrugged as they made fun of me thinking I dressed up to impress someone, but I didn’t. I mean, I could’ve, because there is one person I would have, but today wouldn’t be a good day to dress up so much to get attention.

I get enough attention from her as it is, despite my wanting to be in another form of attention. Oh well, boohoo.

Ah man, I didn’t really introduce myself. My name is Jenna, nicknames include Jen and Jenny. My last name is not important. I don’t think my age really matters, since you will learn who I am. Whether I’m a bad person or not. And I think that is what matters, isn’t it.

“Hey Jenna, what song is this?” my friend pointed out, and I lifted up the music player to show her the title, Breathe Me by Sia. I really liked that song.

I stretched out my legs, and looked down at my dark skinny jeans that were ripping at the bottom, so I folded it just a bit. I leaned back, and looked up at the cloudy sky, and breathed out, seeing my breath make a cloud in the air.

I grinned, and laughed, and did a smoking pose before blowing out a cloud from my hot air in my mouth. “Hah, it’s kinda like I’m smoking,” I said, but was quickly interrupted when my friend slapped the back of my head. “No, bad Jenna!”

I laughed, and kept repeating the silly meaningless move and my friend kept hitting me at the back of my head. It was really a repeated routine. Me doing something silly would be the entertainment for the morning till the bus arrived here.

So repetitive.

Sooner or later, the bus finally pulled up to the side, and the chariots gates opened for us to sit in. After pulling out my headphones and switching off my iPod, I grabbed a seat near the front since it was quieter and closer to the door, in case the bus was late, and leaned back in my seat. I pulled off my backpack, which was really light since all I really had was my wallet, two pencils, a notebook and my binder. I didn’t like big or heavy backpacks; it would’ve hurt my shoulders.

Despite my lazy tired attitude, I got engrossed in an exciting conversation with my acquaintances about getting jobs and driving, which moved onto talking about colleges and feeling bad that a lot of us won’t be heading anywhere the same. I dunno, I like talking about the future despite how depressing it could turn out.

I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I wasn’t really good at anything, I like music, I like video games, I liked skating, I liked cars, and I liked writing. But honestly, those were just passions, hobbies, and whatnot. I really didn’t know if I, Me, could pull off having a career in any of those divisions.

After the conversation turned to the latest news about upcoming movies and new albums released, I turned my head away and looked out the window bored. The sun didn’t have a chance of making it past the clouds, seeing as how darkened they had become.

Within minutes of my dazed looking out of the window, it started to sprinkle against the bus windows and by the time we arrived at school it was raining pretty hard. Of course, stupid little me forgot an umbrella, and I rushed out the bus to head inside the school halls, which many people were doing.

Exiting the bus, I felt the rain pound against my hair, soaking it pretty thoroughly. Luckily, before my clothes became as soaked my friend whom I shared my iPod with pulled out an umbrella and saved me from being wet. Giving her a quick thank, we both set off away from the rain and into the school’s halls.

Luckily, my school was an indoor 3-floored school so it saved us the trouble from getting soaked even more just to get to class, however with it raining like this everyone was inside, and my school wasn’t that big. Not only was it crowded like hell, but the floors were muddy, dirty, and slippery. Basically, if you slip, you’re screwed.

Carefully avoiding rowdy students that could enable me to trip, I quickly made it to my first period class, and sat down.

I drifted off into sleep without thinking, and my eyes only erupted for the bell to ring and my class to be half full.

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My first period was really boring. I sat there, letting the heads just flow into my ear and out the other, staring at the bald spot on my teacher’s head every time he turned around.

Suddenly, he and the whole class were looking at me.

Oh crap, did he ask me a question? What were we even talking about in class? Did I say something? Do I have something on my face?

He then waved to the door, where a police officer stood. I froze in my seat. I didn’t do anything illegal! I haven’t downloaded music for a month! And I crossed the street correctly and legally. What the hell did I do?

I slowly got up, feelings tremendously nervous at the eyes of my peers all set on me, some whisper’s going around. I don’t do drugs, I’m a straight A student. I’m in honor’s class! What the hell did I do?

Walking to the front of the room was the most painstakingly slowest moment of my life. My legs felt like rubber, butterflies were running miles in my stomach, and myheart was beating faster than a person reaching their-

You know what I mean.

I tried reading the officer’s face, but it was so…unreadable. Oh gosh, I was so scared I couldn’t even come up with a word to describe it. Other than that, millions of curse words ran through my mind faster than the speed of light, which is impossible but it was happening.

I walked out the door with the officer, who shut the door quietly behind me.

“Did I do anything wrong?” was the first things I blurted out.

The officer shook his head at me and merely said, “Jenna Sen?”

I nodded at his usage of my first and last name. He sighed, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“You’re friend…Christine Deleros…I’m sorry to say, but she has passed away in a suicide attempt and was found dead this morning.”