Chapter 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/174714504/ Chapter 2: (THIS ONE) Chapter Three: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/214709239/ Studio: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/4421763/ GOT THE THUMBNAIL TO WORK =D YEAH! Space. Left arrow for back. Yay, chapter 2, finally xD Sorry if my writing is still horrible and cringey, because I'm an author in training. I have a lot of fun though imagining these things up and writing it all down in a notebook. In notes and credits there's a chunk of the story for those on mobile. Sorry I couldn't fit it all in. It was too long xD Music: I wish I was a Punk rocker by (YOU GUESSED IT) Dodie Clark -x- Notes: A question some of you might be asking: Why is it Jemma with a 'J' and not 'G'. Well first of all, I think Gemma is sort of an icky name (sorry. No offence to anyone named Gemma. Blame my synesthesia) and Jemma sounds more excited and joyful and fun (again, the synesthesia). And it looks sorta like apple red and green (SYNESTHESIA) (if you don't know what THAT is check out this project: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/161130072/ (lololol no shame this story has absolutely no thing related to synesthesia)) Also, Jemma means "gem" (big surprise there) or "jewel", and I think Jemma has a more outgoing, unique spirit, like sparkly. or... something.. IDK. I don't do metaphors xD -x-x- Why Jem and Jen? Fiiiirst of all, I really liked the thought of the best friends having very similar names, just for fun. I've never read a story where two people's names match and they are not siblings or related much. Plus, Jenna is a bit more shy or introverted compared to Jemma. The name "Jennifer" means "Fair, gentle, and sweet" -x-x-x- Interesting fact: For Jonah, I had that bully scene in my head for a long time. When I first wrote it, it was very juvenile and barely scarring. Like, you could easily forget the conversation between Jemma and Jonah. My second rewrite was slightly more realistic. It seemed like something that you'd read in your usual 5th grade book. BUUT NO. I DIDNT STOP THERE. This became a little crueler then I planned, but I like it. He just seems very... mean. xD Like, idk, I WANT him to be very mean, since it'll help build his personality later in the story. But as I was looking over it, it just seemed a little.. over the top.. If you think it is, please leave a comment xD Anyways, Kitty out! <3
"Jem? Jem. Jem! Jemma! Get out of bed! It's already 6:30! You're going to be late for school!" called Breeana, pounding on the door. "It's your first day of Middle School! You cannot miss it!" "Exactly! I don't want to go!" I yelled back. I knew I sounded childish, but Middle School sounded like a nightmare. I mean, friend drama, growing up, and crushes? This was my only chance to save myself. "Stop being a baby and get out." my sister snapped. I threw the covers over my face "if you want me to get out then you're going to have to drag me." I heard the door swing open and felt the blanket get thrown off me. "You're going to school, whether you like it or not." I stuck my tongue out "when did you become my mom?" "When did you become such a brat?" she shot back. I jumped out of bed, aggravated. "You are 12 years old, Jem. This is your first year in Middle school. That includes getting up earlier. You're going to have to start growing up." Bree said as we walked down the stairs. Me? Grow up? Ha! The kitchen was already abuzz with excitement. Two Auburn haired children, one a boy and the other a girl, ran around the large kitchen chasing a yapping golden retriever puppy. My mom and dad were both standing next to the modern stove making breakfast and talking in bright tones. We sat at the island silently. Cheery sunlight shined through the windows, not reflecting my attitude. "So.. you got any advice?" I finally sighed. Bree looked at me with a raised eyebrow "Why? About what?" I shrugged "I don't know. Maybe boys, other girls, how to act, what to wear. That kind of stuff." Bree tied up her perfectly golden hair in a high ponytail. "Oh, that. Well, first of all, don't freak the first time something bad happens, because it won't be the first bad thing that will happen." "Hope of the future.." I muttered. "And don't fall for the first boy you meet." she continued "'Fall for'? Why would I fall for a boy?" "AND don't ditch your friends for that one cool girl who seems perfect." "Why would I ditch a friend?" I exclaimed "You never know. You're growing up, including your emotions. You might change your mind about your friends and would rather be cool and popular. And that girl seems like a one-way ticket to Fame Town." "That's ridiculous." She shrugged "It happens" "Good morning, Jemmy!" Ava, my younger sister, slid in next to me on the bench, followed by little Noah. "Morning, sports." said my dad, placing a plate of pancakes in front of each of us. His auburn hair was in a curly mess, which made me laugh. "What, too bouncy?" he asked, whipping his head around making it wavier. We all giggled. He smiled mischievously "I think Jem and I are hair twins" I tousled my own fire red hair "must be in the genes." Besides my humorous remark, my stomach went into a knot. Will people tease me about my hair? Something I can't change? Will I be forced to be an outcast, friendless and lonely for who knows how long? 'No, that's dumb' I told myself. 'It's just hair. When did you ever care about hair? Plus, no one else cares how you look. They're all too focused on themselves to notice.' I was pretty sure. I was not sure. "I'm... I'm not that hungry." I said, pushing my plate away from me. Bree pushed it back "You have to eat. Believe me. Today's going to be a long day." I sighed and picked up my fork. *** "School starts at 7:30!" Mom called after me as I ran up the stairs to my quiet room. I rushed into my bathroom to brush my hair, the cool aqua walls quickly calming me down as I tried to figure out to do with the red mess. 'Maybe I should try bangs', said a voice in my head 'No, I've read too many books where the main character cuts her own hair and ends up embarrassing herself in front of anyone and everyone.' Should I do a braid? 'No, too complex.' F r e n c h braid. 'I don't even know how to do that' How about pigtails? 'No that's really babyish.' Maybe a bun. 'Yeah, if you had 5 years to get ready.' Ponytail 'What are you, 10?' Like maybe one of those cool things you do when you braid the front pieces of your hair so it looks like a crown 'WHAT? You'd need a whole YouTube tutorial to do that.' "I give up," I said out loud and threw my brush on the floor. "Hi." I jumped almost a foot. If there was a record for how fast a person could go from aggravated to petrified, I probably just broken it. My little sister was standing in the doorway, her brown eyes shining childishly. "Ava," I groaned "Knock please, next time." "Well last time I knocked you snapped at me," she said in her innocent voice she knows I hate. I rolled my eyes "That was because I had a friend over then, and I told you not to bother me." "Cause I wanted to hang out too!" "Why are you here?" I asked, wanting to get her out as soon as possible. "Mommy got the time wrong. Your school starts at 7:00, not 7:30." I glanced at my watch. 6:50. Yeesh. I swiftly put my hair in a headband and grabbed my toothbrush
