Raw

[Jade West]

Jade was tired. Exhausted. The thermos full of the blackest coffee she could make at home was not quite enough. Sure, it had her nerves wound up and created an inability to sit still for more than a few minutes but she was still tired.

In face she was more than tired. She was emotionally raw and she could not stand to go home right now. Don't get her wrong, she loved her family. To a point. It was just very difficult to deal with them when she was trying to make plans for her future and all they did was tell her how stupid and immature she was being. It wasn't even just that, lately she had been given more and more crap from her parents to break up with Beck. She just could not even fathom doing so. She was even more of a wreck than she was now when she did that the last time.

She spent the night arguing with her family. They had called her for an intervention, because she clearly was not making clear judgement. Instead of attempting to make her feel comfortable and talk about the perceived problem, the spent the night criticizing her. Her looks, her clothes, her friends, her boyfriend and even her work. How her demon of a little sister got a hold of her latest screenplay she did not know.

She frowned to much, it made her look unattractive. Her hair was wrong, Too long and too colorful. She was a little chubby around the face, and her fingernails were always caked in paint or something. She dressed like a slob, and an unfashionable slob at that. She looked like a troublemaker. Her friends were too weird, and too much like that school she went to. Insane, and unworthy of her time. Her boyfriend was a thug, looking to steal her money as soon as he had the chance and bed her and leave her. Her dialogue was unrealistic, her plot was unimaginative, and her characters had no depth.

When it was all finished, they broke her down, but didn't bother to build her back up. It took all she had not to break down and cry in front of them. She would not give them that satisfaction. Her father never said a word during this whole ordeal. She didn't want to think about what that might have meant. When she managed to procure her screenplay back from them she noticed the words, "I thought it was a great start." scrawled in very neat handwriting. She did not recognize the handwriting so she assumed someone else had written the compliment.

She didn't sleep. She cried until she passed out and finally woke up when her alarm screeched in her ear. In the morning she had found it difficult to get up and come to school. The coffee helped but she was feeling torn apart. She mechanically put on clothes, and finally shrugged on one of Beck's shirts, one she was not positive when it had come into her list of things she had "borrowed" from him that had yet to be returned. It helped a bit to have it on her.

So now she was in the Library. Classes were over but she did not make any plans for the afternoon, at least none she could remember, and she did not want to go home. So she had a copy of A Brave New World in her hands, a book she read about a hundred times already, but she was not reading it. She just stared at the word 'the,' mulling over everything that happened and wondering how to tackle the issues here.

She knew she would need to apologize to her friends at some point. She blew up at some of them earlier because she was feeling so edgy. She was not so sure what to do about her family. She knew, in their heads, they had good intentions. She didn't know how to fix the growing rift between them.

Words?! six hundred and seventy nine?!
Outfit?! Here?!
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Notes?!none?!