The Second Story!

Here is my second story for CWWC! I included all 3 prompts, along with 2 prompts from the last story. I hope you enjoy!

“Hey, where’s Jill?” Lanie asked Grace. “Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since Math.” Lanie went to the math room and opened the squeaky classroom door. There sat June, alone at her desk. No one else was in the room. Why should they be? School was over! 

“Hey Jill.” Lanie gently said. “Are you ok in here?” 

Jill jumped, startled. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Yea, Thanks Lanie.” She sniffed again. Lanie came closer and sat at the desk next to her. 

“What’s wrong Jill? Come on, you can tell me!” Jill looked into Lanie’s eyes, searching for something she could trust. She seemed to find it. She looked away in embarrassment, then turned back to Lanie. 

“My parents are getting a divorce.” She sobbed, now crying full out. “They just told me this morning.” Lanie got up and went to Jill. They hugged, crying together. 

“I’m sorry Jill, I know that’s hard.” Lanie comforted her. They stood hugging for a long time, one girl giving comfort, the other taking it. Finally, Jill took a deep breath and they disengaged. 

“Hey, Mia and Grace are coming over tomorrow. Do you want to come?” Lanie questioned Jill. 

“Really?” Jill asked in disbelief. 

“Yea, really!” Lanie smiled back. 

“I’d love to, thanks!” Jill grinned, wiping away tears. 

“Well I’d better get home. Are you ok now?” Lanie asked. 

“Yea, thanks.” Jill responded. 

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then!” Lanie gathered her books. “Oh, and one more thing,” Lanie added. “Bring a picture of your parents.” She left the room. Jill shortly followed. She went to the school bathroom to fix her makeup. 

“Oh hello!” She told the mirror. “Your new Ferrymen aren’t you? I’d love to meet you sometime, but I’d better get home. Bye!” She waved at the tiny Ferrymen and headed home, in much better spirits.

The next day, after school was over, the four girls met in Lanie’s room. They had candy, popcorn, and soda’s to snack on. They lounged about, talking of a various amount of topics. After a few minutes, Lanie sat up and stated. “Ok. I have something we are going to do today.” The girls sat up in anticipation of the upcoming event.

 “What is it Lanie?” Mia asked. 

“Yea what is it?” Jill echoed. 

“Ok, I’ll tell you. But you have to be real ok?” Lanie said. All the girls nodded. Lanie pulled out a box. “As all of you already know, my parents divorced a long time ago. I now have a step-sister and a half-brother.” Lanie soberly said. As she did so, she pulled out pictures of the said people, and placed them in the box. “We are going to go around the room, and I want you to put something that reminds you of the bad memory’s in your life. Jill, you go first.” 

Jill looked at Lanie in surprise. “Um, ok. My parents are getting a divorce. I found out yesterday.” She placed the picture in the box. 

“Oh I’m sorry Jill! That’s really tough.” Grace sorrowfully said. 

“Thanks guys.” Jill nodded. 

“Ok, Mia go next.” Lanie nodded towards Mia. 

“Ok Lanie. Um. A really hard time was when a girl at school made fun of me all year and I started on a rollercoaster of self-doubt.” She grabbed her purse as she spoke and pulled a picture of a teenaged girl. Mia placed it in the box with care. 

“Well I guess I am last then!” Grace noted. “I have no parents. I was a Foster care kid. I was adopted at age 9. It was really hard” She got a certificate out that read: “Foster care student…” Janie closed the box. On the side she  wrote: “Bad memories. Do not open.” Then she said; “When my parents got a divorce, it crushed me. It was hard to forgive them. I needed a hero. So I became my own. I tried to focus on the bright side instead of the fact that my dad was moving away. I want to help you do the same. We am going to burn this box, with our anger. So come on. Let’s go.” 

The four girls walked out of Janie’s room. On the way to Janie's backyard, Mia slipped on a piece of ice. She caught herself from completely face-planting. The other girls laughed and helped her up. The mood between the girls was much lighter now. They proceeded  to the backyard and set the box down. Janie pulled out a box of matches and lit the memory box on fire. They watched, as the ashes took away the objects. And with it, their anger.

-The end

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