Authors: Ellen Hopkins
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Social Issues, #Drugs; Alcohol; Substance Abuse, #Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance, #Dating & Sex
than I ever knew a body could be used,
in exchange for everything I’ve ever
wanted—a runway career. Designer
clothes. And eventually, lots of money.
Haven’t seen any money yet, and
I haven’t walked a runway. But it’s coming.
Gilles says so. Xavier keeps saying so
too. And once my career takes off, I won’t
ever have sick, disgusting sex with
someone like Gilles again. For now,
I’ll deal with it. Go hungry for it.
Run miles and miles for it. Take pills
that help me accomplish it. But I won’t
go to prom. I’m not a kid anymore.
Jenna, On The Other Hand
Is
going to prom. I’ve never seen her
quite this excited at playing dress-up.
God, I love my dress. Don’t you love
my dress? Took me hours to find it,
and I had to keep trying stuff on, and
you know how much I hate shopping….
“Slow down, girl, or you’re going
to hyperventilate. Let me see how
it looks on.” She changes into a short,
strapless sapphire blue number, with
a gathered bodice cut so low she just
might come popping out. “Uh, wow.
Yeah, that’s an amazing dress. It’s a little
tight up top, but we could let it out some….”
It could be a little longer, too, but I know
she’ll fight me on that. One battle at a time.
And anyway, I have to admit her legs
look great, even if they
are
size nine/ten.
“You did good. Andre will love you
in this dress. How are you … what?
I’m not going with Andre. He has
some dance thing that night.
Bobby Duvall is taking me. Andre
doesn’t know. Don’t tell him, okay?
She can’t be serious. “Bobby Duvall
is a creep, Jenna. And what if Andre
does
find out? You don’t want
to break up with him, do you?”
Not really. But I don’t know if
I want to be tied down, either.
“But … he really loves you.”
I would have done anything to make
Conner love me like that. Anything.
“You wouldn’t throw that away for
someone like Bobby, would you?
Real love shouldn’t be disposable.”
I’m too young for real love. Anyway,
of course it’s disposable. Look at Mom.
She trashed twenty years of real love.
Or maybe she was faking it all along.
A gasp in the doorway jerks us
both around. Mom is standing there,
close to tears. Angry tears.
How dare
you talk about me like that! How dare
you judge me! I loved your father more
than anything on this earth, except you.
Jenna shakes her head.
Oh, really?
Why did you leave him, then?
Mom Draws Farther
Into the room. She is trembling as she
sits on my bed.
Look. I tried to keep
most of this from you because I didn’t
want to damage your relationship
with your father. The truth is, he was
sleeping with Shiloh while we were
still together. His drinking was out of
hand, and things were sliding downhill
before I ever met Patrick. You have
to remember the fighting….
I do. Yelling and screaming in
the middle of the night. The muffled
sound of Mom crying. “You should
have told us. We thought … you …”
I know. I should have. I wanted to
protect you, but that was a mistake.
Jenna looks ready to cry too.
So I was
right about this wedding. It’s bullshit.
No,
says Mom.
It’s for the best. Your
father hasn’t exactly quit drinking, but
he’s doing better, because of Shiloh.
Look. Do you know why I push you so
hard to reach for your dreams? Because
I don’t want you to ever have to rely on
someone else to take care of you. I stayed
with your dad long after it was clear that
he didn’t love me anymore, mostly to keep
a roof over our heads. Patrick was
an unexpected gift. I married him right
away so I knew we’d be okay. Safe.
Provided for. And loved. He
does
love us,
even if it doesn’t always seem that way.
I Have No Clue What To Say
Neither, it seems, does Jenna. Mom
saves us trying to figure it out. She gets
up off the bed. Starts toward the door.
Pauses. Turns, says to Jenna,
You look
beautiful, by the way. But your skirt
is a little too short.
She leaves us in
stunned silence. Finally Jenna says,
Unzip me, okay?
She shimmies out of
the dress. I have pills that would help
her fit into it better, but don’t mention it.
We are both quiet as she changes
back into sweats, hangs the dress
on a satin-covered hanger,
carefully, as if it might fall to pieces.
Fall To Pieces
Like her. Like me. Like how we thought
of our family, until just a minute ago.
I break the silence. “The skirt
is
a little
too short. Good thing you’ve got legs
that can wear it. But I still think it’s
wrong that you’re going with Bobby.”
I’m only going with him so I can go.
I know he’s kind of a creep. And I know
it would hurt Andre if he found out.
And I know he loves me. But I’m not
good enough for him. I don’t get why
he loves me, but even if I did, I wouldn’t
let myself love him back because love
is like summer. It only lasts so long.
Only so long. Then it’s gone, fallen
to pieces. Fallen like autumn leaves.
Sean
Pieces
That’s all that’s left of
my carefully created dreams.
Shards. Slivers. Splinters,
driven into what remains of
my heart.
What’s really bad is,
it doesn’t hurt anymore.
At least, when I was still
in pain, I knew
my brain
was working. No one lived