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Five Weeks Before

THE SCHOOL BUS was late on the first day, and Jenny leaned against the remnants of a rock wall, shifting her weight back and forth, bored, anxious. It was her first year in high school. Technically, she was only in eighth grade, but the student population was small, and long before she was born, the district voted to convert the former middle school building into town offices. The students were displaced. Seventh graders were crammed into the elementary school, and eighth graders moved into the high school. It was normal procedure now, but no less jarring for those making the transition. Last year Jenny had shared the halls with kindergarteners; now there was a guy with a mustache waiting for the bus.

The other students huddled together across the street from Jenny in a small area deemed to have the best cell phone reception. She wished her parents would let her have a cell phone, but there was no way they would give her one after what had happened.

Jenny was the only one who seemed to care when a faint whistling came from up the hill. She gazed toward the bend in Sanford Hill Road, anticipating the source of the sound. A lanky teenage boy in an oversized camouflage jacket, baggy jeans, and combat boots marched around the corner. Jenny recognized what he was immediately: a new kid. He looked older, maybe a junior. She stared at the stranger until it was obvious he was walking toward her, then averted her eyes, pretending to look for something in her backpack.

He sauntered over and joined Jenny at the rock wall, but left a comfortable space between them. He took a deep breath and rubbed at his thighs, preparing for an interaction she didn’t care to initiate. She fidgeted with her bag, like maybe she was so enthralled with it that she hadn’t noticed him. Surely he would understand because whatever she was looking for was important. Where was the freaking bus?

“Want one?” the boy asked, reaching into his coat pocket.

Jenny paused her frantic searching to look up and see him pull out a packet of cigarettes. “No, thank you,” she said, even though her brain pulsed with the opportunity to do something so forbidden.

“Eh, that’s good. These things are disgusting.” He pulled one from the pack and returned the rest to his pocket. With his other hand, he grabbed a lighter from his jeans and lit up. “I’m hooked.” He smiled as he turned his head to blow the smoke away from her.

Jenny debated going back into her bag. Would he notice that she had just given up this all-important search? Why did she even care?

“What’s up with this school?” he asked. “I hate new schools. Either they assign me some hyperactive pep squad bitch to show me around, or no one knows I exist.”

“We don’t have a pep squad.”

“Good, maybe I’ll be left alone then.”

“Maybe” was all Jenny could muster. He had engaged her, but now he wanted to be left alone. Mixed signals.

“Where’s the bus?” he asked.

Jenny shrugged.

“You just have all the answers,” he teased.

Jenny’s reciprocating smile was cut short as a car came speeding down the hill, tearing through the gravel, and sliding to a stop in front of them.

Christine Castleton rolled down the window of her hand-me-down Nissan. “Hey, Jenny,” she said, as if they had interacted more than zero times in the past. “I have one seat left. Are you interested?” She intended for the question to be rhetorical. Of course Jenny would want a ride. Christine Castleton was a special brand of popular. After a knee injury her junior year derailed her promising athletic future, she went from golden child to intoxicating rebel. At some point over the summer, she had even dyed her hair a bright magenta, unheard of in this town.

It meant something that she was talking to Jenny. It meant something to be chosen, but Jenny froze. Her summer had been long and full of painful isolation. Her mother had made sure of that. Jenny wasn’t ready for the Christine Castletons of the world. It wasn’t just a car ride. It was an initiation.

“I’m going to wait for the bus,” Jenny answered, trying to be casual about it, but Christine hit the gas and blew through the stop sign at the end of the road, evidencing her disapproval.

“Must be some bus,” the boy she had momentarily forgotten about said before smirking. He took one last long drag from the cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and stomped it out with his combat boot. “Day one, can’t wait.”

The sound of diesel in the distance was the most welcome noise Jenny had ever heard. They both slid off the rock wall, and she was unsure if she should walk with him or leave their interaction at that. She took the lead, and he followed just enough behind her to show he wasn’t sure either.

“I’m JP, by the way. If you cared.”

“Jenny,” she said, hoping this wasn’t a mistake. It was her first day of high school; she hadn’t even boarded the bus yet and had already rejected Christine Castleton and attached herself to a weird nobody.

JP reached out to symbolically hold the bus door open for her, and as her foot left the ground, a voice yelling in the distance demanded their attention.

“Jenny! Jenny!” her mother screamed in no particular direction as she came barreling down their driveway, running parallel to Sanford Hill Road and all too visible from the bus. Linda was in her silk bathrobe, hair wet, arms and legs flailing. “Jenny!” She spotted the bus and began a targeted sprint.

Jenny stared in shock before jumping off the bus, pushing JP out of the way. “Mom, what? Stop.”

Linda threw her arms around her daughter and squeezed. “Oh my God, I didn’t know where you went. I was so scared.”

Jenny shoved her off. “Jesus, Mom, this is so embarrassing. Please go.”

“You’re right, OK, I’m sorry.” Linda backed away. “Have a great first day. I love you.”

Jenny rolled her eyes and headed back to the bus. Doomed.