How did we get here? ~ Open

[Janie Jo Minark]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 1px solid 525252;]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][rs=7][atrb=width,350px,true][atrb=height,400px,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;background-color: #c4c4c4; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border-radius: 25px;] Janie liked to spend her free time working. It kept her mind from wandering in unwanted directs, as it often did. Right now, for instance, she was working on an essay that was due in when classes started back up. She had been working on this particular paper all summer. While it would easily make a passing grade, she believed that their was always room for improvement. Her work almost verged on the edge of obsession. Her uncle had confronted her about it multiple times before finally realizing that it was a lost cause. Her aunt seemed to mind less. So long as she wasn't trying to hurt herself, the woman was fine with whatever she did. it was almost as if the woman understood what was going on. Almost, but not quite. There weren't many people who didn't understand but pretended to anyways. Her aunt and uncle and the teachers here were the main culprits. She was tired of them telling her what to do, tire of them trying to understand what was going. She wished her brother was still alive. He would have known exactly what to do, exactly what to say. He had been more of a father than her actual father. Despite the fact that he had been five years older and already had a life of his own, he still made time for his baby sister and his mother and father. Memories of him and their times together always brought a sad smile to her lips. If only he hadn't came over that night. She might be living with him instead of two people she barely knew. Unfortunately, there was no use wishing. She would never see him again, never spend another moment with him. Or her mother. A glimpse of their mutilated bodies flashed through her mind. She immediately pushed the image back. She didn't want to go down that path. Not today, not ever. She turned her attention back to her paper then to the various open textbooks surrounding her. She looked carefully for a point she might have missed or misstated as she twirled her red correcting pen in her fingers. Not seeing any, she scanned the copy for any grammatical errors and then for any spelling issues. None. She sighed and pulled a blank sheet of paper from a notebook. It wouldn't hurt her to rewrite it again. Her handwriting could use some attention, besides, she may find some error she had missed. Though she doubted it. Thankfully, her copying had yet to become mindless. She traded her red pen for a black one and carefully began writing, taking great care as she formed each and every letter. Janie had barely finished the introduction before she heard footsteps behind her. The girl didn't bother looking up.Whoever it was was bound to see her working and go on their merry way. She hoped.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] OPEN
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] MUSIC: "Playing God" - Paramore
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: c0c0c0; border-radius: 10px;] NOTES: Um.. Ew.

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