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1. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 6:11pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 5
   Apparently my dad already notified my old school of my departure, and registered me into Jacob Ellis Middle School, which was in New York City. Wonderful. I have to be the “new kid in school.” It’s not that I didn’t like attention, I actually kind of like it. I just didn’t want people to judge me so quickly, since I’m new. I was to start school on Monday; it’s Thursday today. Dad was taking me clothes shopping, and school supplies shopping today. Surprisingly, he didn’t follow me around everywhere while I shopped. Instead, he kept his distance, and browsed around.I was looking at a rack of shirts, occasionally my minds drifting off. I saw one that I really liked, but it was $30.00. I don’t think that Chris would pay for it, so I put it back. Instead, I stuck to shirts that were $20.00 or less, trying to keep it on the reasonable-priced side; I got that from my mother. I picked about 20 shirts, enough to get started for now. I put the shirts into the carriage, and strolled along to the pants section. There, I found about 10 pairs of blue jeans, all different shades and styles. I also got a pair of black dress pants. I tend to stay away from skirts, dresses, purses; anything girly, really. I’m not that much of a “girlie-girl”, but I’m not a tomboy.I got 2 pairs of sneakers, and 3 sweatshirts that could literally match anything. I brought my carriage of clothes over to my dad. His eyes lit up as he saw that I was satisfied with where we went. “Find everything okay?” He asked, with a smile.“Yeah.” My number one answer to his small talk. We walked to the register, and the cashier started checking out my items. The total came to $394.99. I didn’t say anything; I just watched him pull his platinum credit card out of his wallet, and hand it to the cashier. She scanned the card, and handed it back to him, with a smile. As we walked out of the store, I tried making conversation with him. “Thanks, Dad. You didn’t have to do this for me.” “That’s okay Jayne. I had extra money in my pocket anyways. I’m happy I found some way to spend it.”I loaded the bags into his trunk, and we headed to Staples for my school supplies.
   
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2. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 5:57pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 4
   It was a 3-hour ride from Northfield to New York City. Dad and I made little talk during the ride.
   “You excited about moving?” He asked, attempting to make me more comfortable.
   “I guess so. But I’m going to miss everything in Northfield.” That was one of the longest things I have said to him since I met him.
   “I know what you mean. Look Jayne, I’m sorry that this was so sudden, but you didn’t really have any other choice.”
   “It’s okay, Dad. Really. I’m actually really excited to start a new life.” The words came out, but they didn’t seem like mine. My throat was dry, and I had a hard time saying anything else.
   I stared out the window as the outside world was flying by as we drove along.
   “Well, I’m very happy to see you again, Jayne.” He said.
   I didn’t make any eye contact. Instead, I rolled my eyes, and just continued staring out the window. I’m pretty sure that he didn’t see that, but part of me felt him eyeing me out of the corner of his eye.
   “So, tell me Jayne, do you like to play sports?” Dad asked me.
   “Yeah. They’re fun.” I replied.
   “Oh, that’s good. Jacob Ellis Middle School has some sports teams. Might fit into one of them. What sports do you play?”
   “Mostly soccer and basketball. I like running track, and I play softball during the spring, too.” I liked talking about myself. He seemed pretty interested, too.
   “Oh, good. The school needs some soccer players. They also are desperate for some guards in basketball. You a guard?”
   I was surprised of how much he was talking to me.
   “Yeah, I am. I play the 1.”
   “Good. Coach Greenstein is lucky you’re coming.”
   This time, I was the one smiling first. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
   
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3. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 5:53pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 3 (cont.)
   “Ready to go, kiddo?” He asked. “Yeah, I guess so.” I gathered up my few belongings, and my dad and I were out the door in the matter of only a few minutes. We were walking down the driveway when he finally spoke. “Now tell me, Jayne,” dad said, trying to make conversation, “did your mother allow you to ride in the passenger seat?” Of couse she did! What am I, five?! “Yeah.” I didn’t have a lot to say to him. I still didn’t like the idea of moving away. I didn’t get to say goodbye to any of my other friends or anything. “Alright then,” he said, with a bit of edge in his voice, “Hop on in the front once you load your bags.” I could tell that he was one those overprotective parents already. Great. Just what I need on top of everything else that’s being piled on top of me.I placed my bags into the trunk of dad’s silver Mitsubishi. I walked around the car to the passenger door, opened it, and got inside. I noticed not one single scratch or particle of dirt on the car. I opened the door, and sat inside. The car smelled like leather. Like the outside of the car, the interior was neat and tidy, with no trash or anything. One of those clean freaks, too, I see. I looked at him as he gave me a smile. Once again, I had to force another smile on my face. “Buckle up.” he demanded, a little too harshly. I didn’t notice it, but apparently he did. My face was all confused from his suddenly commanding voice. He covered it up with another smile.
   He started the engine, and we were moving. Moving away from my hometown. Moving away from all of my childhood memories. I stared after the once known buildings, until we were driving on the highway. I didn’t have anything left now, but to start a new life.
   
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4. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 5:51pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 3
   It was 6:45 now, and I was getting dressed into my now only outfit that I owned. The only things I brought to Marissa’s included an outfit, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, my cell phone and charger, my iPod, a pair of sneakers, and my sleeping bag and pillow. Not that much compared to all my other belongings. I’d have to convince my father into replacing them; which may take a slow progress.
   I can’t recall any time I have seen my dad. His name is Chris. He’s more of a business type of guy; no time for kids around. My mother told me this about him in the past. The last time I have even “seen” him was when I was 4, before my parents got divorced. I’m kind of nervous to see him. He doesn’t really feel like part of the family.
   Marissa and I were in the kitchen eating some pancakes when the doorbell rang at 7 o’clock sharp. He wasn’t kidding when he said 7 o’clock. Deb invited Chris to come inside. “Hi, Jayne,” he said, with a welcoming, perfect-teeth smile. “Hi Dad,” I replied, forcing a smile upon my face. I still didn’t feel comfortable around him, even though I just met him. Marissa and I excused ourselves to clean up our mess, and say goodbye to each other.
   “Well, I guess that it’s really happening,” Marissa said with a glum expression on her face. “Yeah...” I didn’t have much else to say, though I wanted to say a whole lot more. We gave each other a big hug. We didn’t have to say anything; we both knew exactly what we were thinking. “Don’t forget to text me every day,” she said, trying to lighten up the mood. “Don’t worry, I won’t,” I assured her. We let go of our hug, and I walked towards my dad.
   
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5. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 5:49pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 2
   I woke up only to find a soaked pillow of tears, and Marissa’s cat, Trish, lying on my stomach. I looked over to Marissa’s clock: 5:37. I only had a little over an hour in my hometown, until I moved away with my dad.
   When I was 4 years old, my parents got into a huge fight. I don’t remember what it was about, and my mother would never give me the slightest hint of what happened. But, all I know is that their fight ended up into a divorce; and I went to live with my mother, in the town of Northfield, Massachusetts.
   Northfield is rather a small-populated town; with only a little more than 3,000 residents. I liked this town. It was a rather petite, quiet town, and almost everybody knew each other. There wasn’t a lot of danger going around, as there is in the big cities. I lived in East Northfield, which lies on the east side of the Connecticut River. The main way to get to West Northfield was by the Bennett’s Meadow Bridge. I was used to the quiet, minus the football games. It was usually not too cold outside. I’d say it’s rather on the warm side, in my opinion. But then again, I usually don’t get cold too easily. If you drove through this town, you’d see a lot of people walking about the streets. We take advantage of the warmth whenever we can. It rained about once every two weeks, and during those times, I liked to stay inside. I was never a big fan of water, or swimming, as a matter of fact.
   Now, it was 6:03. Marissa was still sleeping; but I didn’t mind. I kind of liked just laying in silence. It really relaxed me, since usually I’m stressed out a lot. Only 57 more minutes in Northfield. That thought really put me into a depressed mood. I didn’t want to move away, but I had no choice. I didn’t have any relatives near Northfield, nor in Massachusetts. The closest relatives I have lived in West Virginia, and that was still a long distance away. I guess I’d have to settle with my dad, in the busy streets of New York City.
   
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6. Short_Novels_For_You
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   April 23, 2010 5:43pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   Chapter 1
   BEFORE
   I was over my friend Marissa’s house. We were earlier at a varsity football game with my other friend, Sophie. I was sleeping over Marissa’s that night.
   While we were watching television and eating popcorn, Marissa’s mother, Deb, came into the room.
   “Jayne, your mother has died in a fire at---“. Deb was still talking, but I completely zoned out after hearing that my mom has just died. I couldn’t believe what she just said.
   I felt a ringing of high-pitched bells in my ears, and I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster. I felt it coming; the tears. I got light-headed, and I could feel the room moving. Quicker than I could tell, the tears were streaming down my face. I felt sick to my stomach.
   By the time I was crying, Marissa turned off the TV. It was just me, her, and Deb, in a silence of sorrow. I couldn’t move. I felt as if there was a ton of bricks piled on top of me. My chest felt like a deep black hole.
   It has been 7 full minutes of me just sitting there, until Deb finally spoke.
   “Jayne, I’m so sorry for your loss. We contacted your father, and you are going to live with him. There’s no use going back home; all that’s left is ashes.”
   Hearing this only made my heart hurt even more.
   “You can still sleepover tonight. Your father will be here early tomorrow; around 7 A.M. to pick you up, and bring you to your new home.”
   At that point, Deb walked out of the room. There was a silence between Marissa and I. She knew to not say anything, which is what I liked about her. She always knows the right times to do the right things. We’ve been best friends for 5 years. All she did was come over to me, and give me a hug; which I swear, was the only thing that I wanted right now.
   
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   April 23, 2010 5:35pm UTC
   Through the Green Glass Door
   PROLOGUE
   Looking back at my past, I realized how much of it I’m going to miss. Especially my mother. Her name is Denise. I’ve lived with her for thirteen years now. We were like best friends; until the fire happened.
   
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