Mary J. Kennedy

I find myself scrolling down through my Facebook,watching as my feed fills up with news such as stupid pictures of girls in my grade who've changed their profile picture at least seven times in the last friggin' hour with the same pose.Dumb song lyrics quoted in every status or picture.And boys of my grade bragging about their parents buying them a new car.

I roll my eyes,scrolling continuously as my eyes scanned the screen.I honestly don't see the point of Facebook anymore.Only my news feed being bombarded by boring games invitations.I always contemplated weather I delete my account or not,but there's something in my subconscious telling me not to.

I snap out of surfing the web when I hear the door slam and footsteps beginning to approach the hallway.I get up,knowing is Nash.
"Yeah Mrs.Kennedy,Mary Jane is right here"said Nash politely,"is your mother she wants to talk to you"I nodded as Nash passed me the cordless phone.
"Hey mom"I greeted
"Hey sweetie.I just want to ask you is do you know where your-" she said pausing and taking a breath "your father placed his old notebook?"
"I think is at the basement,alongside with my baby pictures".I can't believe it's almost ten years since dad passed away,I always thought his accident was bad luck.Was it?.

If Dad had taken a different route that day,or sat at a red light one second longer,he wouldn't have died.What if the lady who swerved to avoid hitting had waited one more second before crossing the street?Or if she had been holding her package from underneath instead of by the handle,which had broken halfway across the intersection and caused her to stop walking?
Or what if it hadn't rained that morning so the street wasn't so slick that Dad's tires lost their grip on the road?Or what if I hadn't been sick that day and had been able to go with hi?We might have stopped for ice cream first,and then-

"Honey are you all right?"mom asks,interrupting my thoughts
I take a deep breath.And another."I'm fine"I reply
"I need to go sweetheart.Talk to you later,be safe"she said hanging up.

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Me: hey handsome!! :)
Me: I'm in mr.Saunders class im bored!
Me: omg I just seen the biggest booty ever!
Me: I'm at lunch,where are u????
Me: nash you are scaring me.I haven't seen you since this morning
Me: u there???????
Me: u are so nice at not answering my damn txt messages
Me: ........
Me: .........................
Me: ..................................
Me: wow you must really be out
Me: like a light
Me: HAHAHA
Me: holy shit that made me laugh
Me: c'mon nash answer!
Me: I'm going to choke u
Me: I hate you
Me: I'm lying but for real answer me dummy
Nash: hey,sorry for not answering u
Me: what happened?you were gone for the whole day
Nash: I got suspended
Me: wtf happened?
Nash: I cursed at the teacher
Me: lol you stupid
Nash: shut your ugly ass up mary
Me: oh my lawd you mean.gotta go!

"And that's why....Mr.Nolan,you are wrong"Gabriel ended as Mr.Nolan looked annoyed with him and the rest of the class would be yelling "oooh's" at Mr.Nolan.Seriously they act like fifth graders when we are really in college.
"Thanks Mr.Mendes.You can sit down now." Mr.Nolan said as Gabriel walked past a couple of people who gave him high fives and he took his sit in front of me.
"Ok class no-"Mr.Nolan was cut off by the bell ringing.He shooed us.

"Kennedy please stay"said Mr.Nolan fixing a stack of papers,"I never did this but,can you do me a huge favor?"I was creeped out.
"Sure"
"My nephew Harry,needs an "helper".I will love to give him a surprise,since it's almost his birthday"
"So....you asking me if I can be your nephew's "helper".Sure since I need a job,isn't Harry the guy that was here yesterday?"
"Yeah that's him,he seems interested in you"
"Oh no no no no"
"I see what's going on between you and Grier"he said packing up his stuff.
"Yeah.....but I'm willing help Harry.Just one quick question,what do you mean by helper?"
"I knew you were going to ask this.He haves problems,by problems I mean anger management issues and compulsive behavior.You are very calm,quiet and you seem like a lovely person to help him"
"Alright,were can I meet him?like at his house?"I asked,he wrote down the address and handed over to me.
"Just remember,don't let him touch you or hurt you"Thank you Mr.Nolan for warning me I will be helping a psychopath.

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