A bad joke chapter 4: the diary of Jane

A bad joke chapter 4: the diary of Jane

A Chapter by nightmask
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Iocus gets locked in a closet and guess who saves him?

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 “Ok, looks like were here” the father said translating to Iocus as “get the hell out of my car” Iocus got out “Thanks” he said and slammed the door shut. The car sped off, took a turn and was gone. Iocus breathed in deep, he felt nauseous probably from the car ride. He opened up the door to his house and went in. He took the special smoothie drink his mom always left for him on the table and headed to his room. He had no homework so he opened up his laptop with bat stickers all over it and went on youtube.

 

        The next morning Iocus woke up it was friday his favorite day of the week. He went into the shower quickly and got out after 6-7 minutes. He pulled on some black skinny jeans and a black shirt with a band name on it. He brushed his teeth, put on his acne cream and then combed his hair a little. He out his lunch into his messenger bag and went downstairs to eat. His mom had his special food waiting for him it looked like oatmeal. Iocus ate the mushy looking food discovering it tasted like nothing just like all the other special foods. 

        

        He took his bag after breakfast and waited for the bus in the dark morning. He hated getting up early, he liked to sleep late just like the other 90 % of teenagers the other 10% were just odd. He got on the bus when it stopped for him and went straight to the back. Archie wasn’t on today, so he was either cutting, sick or was at extra help Iocus figured. He put in his headphones and blasted the first song that came on. And to his embarrassment was “the diary of jane” he forgot he was listening to it last night after he saw Jane. He didn’t change the song though and shoved the i-pod in his pocket. He silently cursed the bus driver for not putting on the heat as he was forced to get used to the cold uneasy hard seat. He stared out the window mindlessly watching the sky get brighter and brighter.

 

        Iocus hit pause on his i-pod as the bus was nearing the school. He got off and ran into the warm building removing his jacket. Iocus had a math test that morning so the class went fast, after english he had art. He was pulling out his newsprint sketch book when a blur of black hair moved passed him and sat down in the vacant desk next to him. “Jane” he thought, Iocus quickly ran up the stairs to the upper portion of the room where mrs. moon turned and smiled “hey what’s up?” she asked “um nothing much, do you need any help?” Iocus asked. Mrs. moon thought for a minute “um you can just put those boxes in mrs. Bullter’s closet that’d be great” she said smiling at him. He nodded happy to be distracted from Jane, he put the boxes together and picked them up.

 

        He walked slowly to mrs. Bullter’s closet and set the boxes down to open the door. He unlocked it and tugged the boxes in and put them into a conner. He then turned the knob to the door, it wouldn’t open “crap” he said and tried it every which way and banged on it till his knuckles were sore, but it wouldn’t budge. He went into the back of the closet and ran towards the door to hopefully make it open. He squeezed his eyes shut just as he felt he was nearing impact, but instead sort of fell or tripped. He felt himself on top of a form, a person, he opened his eyes “oh s**t” he thought, he had fallen right on top of Jane.



© 2008 nightmask


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nightmask
hope you like it :) It's a little short hope u don't mind :)

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Sounds like a teenager
They never want to get up early
They rather play X-Box or whatever
is in now. LOL
Very good so far

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