Stafara
written by The 9's
Jenna's Mom disappeared 3 years ago. Since then it has just been her and her dad. Everyday she goes to school, feeling hated more. Jenna doesn't have any friends because the other kids parents fear they or their kids might disappear. Jenna had to to live with that life for 4 years, until she got a note. Jenna gets kidnapped and taken to weird lab. When she was walking around the place she spotted something, rather strange. Jenna spotted a woman that looks exactly like her...could that woman be...Jenna's mom? (Please give feed back at my wall...I really want to know f its good or if I need to improve, and I will put out a chapter or 3 each week)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
10
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447
Chapter 3
“How was school?” Asked her Father, –his accent was American, but she could hear a hint of British in it- he was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper...
“Good” She answered. She dropped her backpack on the floor next to the coat rack and walked upstairs to her room sat on her bed. Her house was small, and the fact that a small house had stairs was weird. Her room was upstairs, and her dad’s room was downstairs next to the kitchen. The living room was on the other side of the room, in front of the kitchen. Her house was like one of those small houses and everything from the outside shouts THER’RE OLD PEOPLE LIVING IN THIS HOUSE, but inside its all rustic décor, saying They are nice and elegant. Her dad loves those type of houses. Everything is wood. Her room was medium, and she had her desk in front of her bed. Her bed was grey with a darker shade of grey for dots. Her walls were covered in posters of famous opera singers. She loved opera. Other kids like pop, rap, tech and other stuff, but she liked opera and she hoped one day she would become an opera singer......only if she was less shy and got over her fear of public speaking or singing or anything that involved standing in front of a big crowd. Her father always told her ‘with practice you can achieve anything you but your mind to’ and she was going to practice...a lot, to become a famous- there was a knock on the door.
“May I come in?” her father, was always worrying about her, asking about school then thinking there's a problem and then gives this long speech about it.
“ya...” She answered, she didn’t want to be rude and say ‘NO, I AM DONE WITH YOU WORRYING ABOUT ME. I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL AND NOTHING HAPPENED AT SCHOOL’. He sat on the bed next to her.
“You okay...?” Here we go again … “What happened at school?” She looked at the floor.
“No one wants to be my friend....” Like always “....and everyone laughed at me” she said. Then there was silence...minutes ticked by and she started to fidget with her fingers. He started to speak...
“They’ll come around; you know in my day-” she's done.
“Dad please, you don’t understand.... I'm the girl with the disappeared mum. No one wants to hang out with me, and on top of that everyone started to laugh at me when my teacher called my attention....” She took a breath in “...I started to daze off and Mr. Clamer called me and since I didn’t pay attention everyone laughed at me” Her voice stared to crack, and it's not a big deal...she knew no one liked her.
“Don’t cry” He wiped a tear off her cheek. She hadn't realized she was crying, maybe that’s why no one liked her.... she's a big baby.
“Good” She answered. She dropped her backpack on the floor next to the coat rack and walked upstairs to her room sat on her bed. Her house was small, and the fact that a small house had stairs was weird. Her room was upstairs, and her dad’s room was downstairs next to the kitchen. The living room was on the other side of the room, in front of the kitchen. Her house was like one of those small houses and everything from the outside shouts THER’RE OLD PEOPLE LIVING IN THIS HOUSE, but inside its all rustic décor, saying They are nice and elegant. Her dad loves those type of houses. Everything is wood. Her room was medium, and she had her desk in front of her bed. Her bed was grey with a darker shade of grey for dots. Her walls were covered in posters of famous opera singers. She loved opera. Other kids like pop, rap, tech and other stuff, but she liked opera and she hoped one day she would become an opera singer......only if she was less shy and got over her fear of public speaking or singing or anything that involved standing in front of a big crowd. Her father always told her ‘with practice you can achieve anything you but your mind to’ and she was going to practice...a lot, to become a famous- there was a knock on the door.
“May I come in?” her father, was always worrying about her, asking about school then thinking there's a problem and then gives this long speech about it.
“ya...” She answered, she didn’t want to be rude and say ‘NO, I AM DONE WITH YOU WORRYING ABOUT ME. I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL AND NOTHING HAPPENED AT SCHOOL’. He sat on the bed next to her.
“You okay...?” Here we go again … “What happened at school?” She looked at the floor.
“No one wants to be my friend....” Like always “....and everyone laughed at me” she said. Then there was silence...minutes ticked by and she started to fidget with her fingers. He started to speak...
“They’ll come around; you know in my day-” she's done.
“Dad please, you don’t understand.... I'm the girl with the disappeared mum. No one wants to hang out with me, and on top of that everyone started to laugh at me when my teacher called my attention....” She took a breath in “...I started to daze off and Mr. Clamer called me and since I didn’t pay attention everyone laughed at me” Her voice stared to crack, and it's not a big deal...she knew no one liked her.
“Don’t cry” He wiped a tear off her cheek. She hadn't realized she was crying, maybe that’s why no one liked her.... she's a big baby.
