Jeff (Re-Writing) - Jess Caylen (best classic books txt) 📗

Acnowledgements/Authors note

Hey guys. So I have started to re-do this book, all new plotline, and names. 

So I couldnt think of any names, and I didn't really like the origional name, so i just used my name and people who I know and or are close to me. 

So i hope y'all like the new written version of this book. 

 

xoXo ~ jessjc3

 

 

(Also this is still dediated to some close friends of mine that I had listed before)

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“Jessica! Wake up now!!”  My mother yells for what seems like the thirtieth time from downstairs. I groan and roll over. I feel around for my phone, and finally find in next to my pillow.

Of course being the stupid idiot I am, I forgot to turn the brightness down last night, and nearly blinded myself when I turned it on. 

I let out a yelp and literally threw my phone across the room. It hit the carpet with a thud. I let out another loud groan and start contemplating on whether I should just ignore the issues today and just sleep.

I sigh. I have to go to class today because I can get held back in year 12 if I don’t go. They only check attendance in home room so I can just leave after that.

After about ten minutes of trying to get out of bed I finally managed to make my way to the bathroom and grab my phone on the way. I shut the bathroom door, and looked towards the mirror. My curly red hair was all over the place, and my green eyes looked tired and dull. I could barely see because I did not have my glasses on, but I could still see fairly fine.

I grab my brush from the drawer, and run it through my hair a few times. Tangles for days.

I sigh for the millionth time today and just ran my hands through it.

I splash my face with a bit of water, then went back into my room, where I picked out some clothes. Just the normal, jeans, and my hoodie. Nothing special.

I slipped on my shoes, and stuffed my things into my book bag, then I was set for the day. I opened my door, and then locked it on my way out. I have a key I keep with my around my neck for the door. People think I’m hiding things in there or something, but the truth is, that I just don’t like people going into my room.

I walk down the stairs, and then make my way into the kitchen, where I find my mother and older sister sitting, and eating breakfast.

My mother and I look nothing alike. She has dark brown straight hair and brown eyes and she’s a skinny short woman, I on the other hand have red curly hair and green eyes. I am kind of in the middle of thick and skinny, more of an awkward state to be in, but I don’t mind it much though. I’m also fairly tall for my age.

My sister and I are complete and utter opposites. Her short blonde hair, and blue eyes, are just like our late father. She is a fake, prissy blonde, and I hate her. 

I swear I’m adopted or something.

I snap out of thought and look around, on the counter, stove, etc. and see no more food.

“Wow, thanks for saving me some” I mutter under my breath.

They don’t seem to even notice me. I sigh, once again, and just leave the room.

You should just skip school today. It would be much easier to not go, then to go and get beat up again.

“Shut up Jamie” I mutter to the voice in my head. “I can’t do that, if I miss once more day I fail senior year.”

So? Who really cares?

I feel my legs stop, and I no longer have control over them, they are locked in place.

“You’ve kind of have a good point there, I don’t even need to go to school. I’ll just not graduate, not get a job, and not get out of this hell whole we call a home.” I say sarcastically.

Jamie just shut up and let her go to school. If she wants to go she can.

Lia speaks up. I gain control again. I sigh and walk down the driveway, and onto the sidewalk.

“Thanks Lia” I say quietly.

No problem, Hun.

So yeah, those were the voices in my head. I know I seem insane, but honestly I don’t think I am.

There are actually three of them. Jamie, Lia, and J-Jake. Jake doesn’t talk much, but when he does it scares the crap out of me, because he is always telling me to murder someone, or hurt them. He has even pressured me into hurting myself. Yeah I have done that before, but for different reasons, not because he told me to.

He doesn’t seem like he’s there most of the time, but I know he is. He’s always watching and listening.

I shudder at the thought, but soon shake it off. I was close to the school now, and I could see the parking lot, and the top part of the main building.

The walk from my house wasn’t very far, but if I went around through the wood behind my house, it would take less time. That wood gives me the creeps though. Like I used to play in those woods all the time when I was little. I remembered it as fun and really pretty, but now it’s just really creepy. I always feel, watched.

I walk up to the school, and as soon as I step in the five minute warning bell sounds off. I scurry to my class, and make it just in time, because the final bell ran as soon as I entered.

The teacher gave me a glare and told me to take a seat. I shuffle over to my seat by the window, and sat down. The teacher started to talk, and I just tune her out with my music that I had blasting in my ears.

I soon pull out my binder, and multiple notebooks. I sketch on a few of the pages, and before I knew it the bell had rung. I gathered up my stuff and was going to head out but I was stopped by Jasmine.

Ugh I was so over this bitch. She saw the disgust on my face and smirked.

“Hey freak, whatcha got there?” She ripped the notebook from my arms and started to look through it.

“Awe it’s a diary.” She say, giving me a quick smirk before ripping the pages out. It wasn’t a diary. It was my notebook for creative writing, and she just ruined it.

All my hard work down the drain.  That was a three subject notebook almost filled front and back with stories, and it was all for nothing now.

I looked at her with pure hatred in my eyes, and before I could stop myself I slapped her upside the head, which shocked her. I pulled the notebook from her hands, and pushed her out of the way.

I walked really fast away from her, and I felt a million eyes shooting daggers into me, but honestly I don’t care.

I exit through the back doors, I didn’t feel like dealing with this all day so I decided to skip the rest of my classes.

Before I knew what I was doing I walked into the wood, and was on the trail that led to my house. For some reason I didn’t get the uneasy feeling I usually get when I’m out here.

I felt, free.

It was so beautiful out today, I loved it. It was nice to go outside for once and actually enjoy it, instead of only going outside because I have to.

I walked through, seeing a few animals every so often. But when I neared my house I became wary of my surroundings and saw that there was another trail I never noticed before.

I look around the little bend it made in the trees, and saw that it went on for a while. I got the familiar uneasy feeling, and decided it wasn’t a good idea to go there alone, or at all in that matter.

I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched, but I think it was just my imagination, or my mind playing tricks on me.

I sigh and turn around. It felt really dangerous out here and I didn’t want to be here any longer, but something was drawing me to the small pathway.

It’s a bad idea, Jess.

Jamie’s voice rang in my ears.

“Shut up I know it’s a bad idea, but can’t you feel it? It’s like it is drawing me in.” I say in a whisper.

He didn’t answer after that, just stayed quiet.

I started walking down the path. It was narrow, but I know it lead somewhere.

The uneasiness got worse and I felt like multiple eyes were on me.

Hun, I think it would be a good idea if you turn back, it’s getting dark and soon you won’t be able to find your way back.  

Lia’s voice rang in my head.

“What-“I look around and see that she’s right. It was almost dark.

“How is it almost dark? I left school at 9 in the morning.”

You’ve been walking for hours, how have you not noticed?

“But I was walking for like ten minutes, what the hell?” I whisper to myself.

Lia tells me to turn back now, and I obeyed, mostly because the feeling of being watched was getting stronger.

She had stopped talking then, and left me with my own thoughts, as I walked back towards where I originally was.

Apparently I had been walking for hours because it took an hour and a half to get back to the cross roads, where my house and the trail was. It was almost pitch black when I walked up to my door, and of course everyone had gone to sleep, not caring about where I was. That’s what I thought until I see the back door closer. The glass had been broken and the wood on the outside had been kicked in and scratched at. Paint and wood chips, along with shards of glass covered the ground inside and out.

I pushed the door open and the eerie smell of copper hit my nose.

Blood.

I cringed and gagged at the smell.

I knew I had to find out what it was coming from, even if I didn’t want to.

I took a few steps in and covered my nose and mouth to reduce the smell.

With more shaky steps I make my way to where the smell is strongest, which happens to be the kitchen.

As I turn the corner I gasp slightly as I see someone, White hoodie covered in blood, black jeans, and what seemed as singed black hair.

He was facing away from me and I could see that he had a knife to my older sister’s neck.

I didn’t think he had seen me yet, so I slowly made my way t the right of the counters, where the knives were placed.

With a swift quiet movement I snatched up a medium sized one, usually used