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PostPosted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 2:31 pm 
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Hey y’all! A while back I came up with a theory. I told some people about it and we decided we’d all write some fanfiction based on that. Well, here’s mine! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
I was relieved to be done with school. There were teachers meetings so we were off for the next four days. I walked up the steps of our porch, opened the door and walked into the kitchen, humming. I dug through the pantry trying to find something to eat.
“Jules?” I heard Connie say from the other room. It sounded like she was crying.
I grabbed an apple and walked into the living room. Connie was sitting on the couch, tears running down her face.
“Connie, what- what happened? Are you okay?” I asked as I set my backpack down slowly.
“Jules, it’s dad.”
“What about him?”
“I just got a call from his girlfriend. She said that he had gotten drunk and took his car out. He got in a reck.”
“Is- is he okay?”
“No Jules, he, um- he died.”
“What?” I felt like a sledgehammer had hit me.
“I- I’m sorry,” Connie finished as more tears rolled down her cheeks.
I took a breath, “Typical, so typical. Of course he was drunk! Am I supposed to be surprised?”
I walked to the door.
“Jules! Wait!” Connie called as I slammed the door shut.
I hopped on my bike and rode the three blocks to the Meltsner’s house. I pounded on their door.
“Jules?” Katrina said in surprise as she opened the door. I stepped inside. I looked over and saw Buck laying on the couch. He was looking at his phone with his headphones in. He glanced up.
“Jules? What’s wrong?” He asked as he got up quickly and came over.
“It’s dad. He- he died,” I said, refusing to cry.
“When? How?” Katrina asked slowly.
“Connie got a call. He was drunk and got in a car accident.”
“Oh, Jules. I’m so sorry,” Katrina said and put her hand on my shoulder. I flinched. I sat down on their couch. Buck sat next to me.
“Are you okay?” He asked slowly.
“I’m fine, I mean, he didn’t love me, so why should I care? He’s dead and can’t ruin anyone’s life anymore.”
“Is that how you feel?”
“Yeah,” I said coldly.
I stood up, “I’m going on a walk. I’ll see you later.”
“Can I come?” He asked.
I took a breath and clinched my jaw, “I guess.”

We walked in silence for a while until we found a bench in Macalister Park and sat down.
“It’s okay to be sad you know?” Buck said.
“No, it’s not. That’s a sign of weakness. I can’t afford that,” I said as I looked at my shoes.
“I used to think the same thing after Mr.Skint left me. I realized that I was carrying a burden that I didn’t need to. I had to chose to forgive him, and some of that included being willing to be sad.”
“You sound like a Christian,” I laughed.
“Sorry. I guess that’s what happens when you live in a Christian house, go to youth group and stuff.”
“Makes sense. At least Connie doesn’t make me go.”
“Hey, you should come some time, it’s really fun. You just have to ignore what you don’t want to hear.”
“Maybe I’ll go, sometime...”
“Okay, no pressure.”

“Bye Buck, see you later!” I said as I stepped onto our porch.
“Bye Jules... Wait, who sent flowers?” Buck asked.
“Flowers?”
“The ones to your left.”
“Oh.”
I bent down and picked them up.
The note said, “To: Connie. I hope you feel better soon. I will be praying for you and your sister.”
I looked at Buck. He shrugged.
“I guess I should take these to Connie. See ya.”
I stepped inside and walked into Connie’s room holding the flowers carefully. She was sitting in bed looking at her laptop, eating Cheetos. Her eyes were puffy.
“Oh, hi Jules. Whoa, who are the flowers for?”
“They’re for you. They were on the porch.”
I sighed and handed them to her as I sat at the foot of her bed.
“Oh! There beautiful! I wonder who they’re from?”
“I don’t know. The tag didn’t say.”
“Oh. Too bad.”
Connie got out of bed. I followed her into the kitchen and watched her put the flowers in a vase.
“I’m sorry I ran off, I don’t know what happened.”
“It’s fine... Where’d you go?”
“To the Meltsner’s.”
“Oh, okay. Listen, we have to go to the LA tomorrow for the funeral. We’ll have to drive because I couldn’t get any plane tickets on short notice. We’ll also be staying at dad’s house.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s free and we need to pack stuff up. I talked to the funeral home director and we decided that we didn’t want a viewing. Is that okay with you?”
“Um, Yeah. I guess,” I said, shrugging, “Connie, why is this so hard for you? You didn’t exactly have an amazing relationship with dad either.”
“Jules, it’s hard for me because dad wasn’t a Christian. I can’t believe that he went to heaven. I’m grieving for him.”
“That’s sad. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t believe in God,” I muttered.
Connie sighed, “Jules, I pray that you will believe. I hope that one day God will show himself to you.”
I got up and walked out of the room, “Me too,” I whispered.

I sluggishly walked up the stairs to my room. I crashed on my bed and stared at the ceiling. ‘Mom!’ I thought and quickly picked up my phone.
“Hey mom. It’s Jules,” I said hesitantly.
I hadn’t talked to her in over four months.
“Oh, hi honey, guess what! I’m in the Bahamas for a-“
“Mom! I don’t care. Just listen. Did you hear about dad?”
“Oh yeah. I heard.”
She didn’t sound the least bit perturbed.
“Does that mean you’re going to the funeral?” I asked slowly.
“Oh no. Why would I? Your father was a selfish brat. I have no reason to go.”
“Okay then... Talk to you later.”
“Wait, Jules-“
I turned my phone off and swallowed.

I lay on the couch watching a documentary on Giraffes. After around two hours Connie emerged from her room.
“Jules, can you run to the store for me? We need some stuff for the drive tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
I slid off the couch and got my shoes on. I pulled my black hoodie on and hopped on my bike. Once I got to Finamins Market I looked at the list. SMALL MILK was at the top.
I walked to the milk isle. I grabbed the smallest milk carton on the row. I turned around and bumped into Jason.
“Whoa, Jules!” He said.
“Oh, hi Jason.”
“I didn’t recognize you in the hoodie. I heard what happened. How are you guys?”
“I’m okay. Connie’s been crying all day though.”
“Oh, that’s understandable. Tell her I’m sorry. Oh and um, did she like the flowers?”
I raised an eyebrow, “So it was you?”
He looked at me for a second with a smirk then said, “See you Jules. And uh, don’t mention this to Connie, will you?” And turned to the next isle.
I got the rest of the things and headed home. I opened the door and stumbled into the kitchen with a load of groceries. I set the bags down with a thud. Connie came in.
“Katrina invited us to dinner. We need to go in the next ten minutes.”
“Okay,” I said as I unloaded the bags.

We arrived at the Meltsner’s and knocked on the door. Buck opened it and let us in.
“Hi Jules.”
“Hey,” I muttered, feeling numb inside.
“Okay...um, we’re having enchiladas for dinner.”
“Cool.”
“Come on!”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the dining room where everyone else was. We sat down at the table. I looked up as Eugene prayed to see Buck with his eyes closed. I clinched my jaw and exhaled. Eugene finished and we all dug into our amazing food. After we had eaten Buck suggested we play a game. We all headed over to the couches. I sat down on the carpet next to Buck. Katrina put out the board for Ticket to Ride.

About halfway through the game Buck said, “Hey, Jules, I’m going have to cut you off. Sorry.”
I raised my eyebrows at him as he put his piece in front of mine.
“Ha!” I said triumphantly and blocked him from another angle.
He put on a fake look of horror.
I smirked, “Hey, I can make a come back. Sorry Connie looks like you’re gonna lose!” I laughed for the first time today.
“Hey!” Connie said and bit her lip.
“It seems as though Jules and Buck are tied in the middle,” Eugene said and studied the bored carefully.
“Of course we are,” Buck smiled.
Connie looked back and forth between us skeptically then turned her attention back to the game.
Eugene won the game as expected, Katrina came in second, Buck third, I got fourth and Connie came in last. We walked to the door. Buck gave me a hug.
“Have fun tomorrow. And call me if you want to talk.”
“Okay, I will.”
Connie and I walked out to the car.
“Okay Jules, we need to leave around 8:00 tomorrow morning so be up on time. And we’re going to trade off driving this time.”
“What! Why?” I looked at her in shock.
“Because I can’t drive 28 hours straight and now that you have your drivers license you can drive too.”
“But I can’t.”
“Why? You drive all the time by yourself and with Buck.”
“Yeah but, not with you.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Yes! I can’t drive with you freaking out every second! I barely survived driving with you when I had my permit. I can’t survive 28 hours!”
“Sorry Jules. You’ve gotta do it. And it’ll be a good experience for both of us.”
“Ugh, fine!”
Once we were home I went up to my room to pack. I stuffed some clothes into my suitcase then went to bed.


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Chapter 2
I woke up to my phone alarm blaring. It was 6:00am. I groaned, slapped my phone then rolled out of bed. I stomped downstairs to get breakfast. I ate my cereal like a zombie then marched back to my room to get ready. Once I was all ready and packed I carried my backpack and suitcase down. Connie came around the corner with two huge suitcases and a stuffed backpack.
“Connie, seriously? Do you really need all that stuff?” I scoffed.
“Yeah, we’re going to be gone-“
“For four days,” I interrupted her.
She rolled her eyes and headed out to the garage calling, “Don’t judge Jules!”
I followed her out to the car and threw my suitcase in the trunk. I hopped in the passenger seat, Connie got in next to me.

Once we were on the highway I pulled out my phone and headphones. I scrolled through my music library trying to decide what to listen to. I decided on NF. His music always made me feel understood and it helped me get my emotions out.
We had been driving for a while when Connie said something.
“Hmm?” I asked as I pulled out my earbuds.
“I said, how has school been recently?”
“Oh, um, fine. Why?”
“I got your report card last night. It said you’ve been failing your history classes again.”
“It’s just been super hard recently.”
“Listen, if you don’t get your grades back up soon your teacher suggested a tutor.”
“What? No! I’ll work harder!”
“Okay, that’s all I’m asking.”
I shoved my headphones back in my ears and stared out the window, refusing to look at Connie.
After around two hours of driving we pulled over at a gas station.
“Oh boy,” I thought as Connie and I switched seats.
“Okay Jules. You got this,” Connie said.
I looked over at her and raised my eyebrows.
“Let’s see if we can get through fifteen minutes without you screaming,” I said sarcastically.
I turned the key, shifted into drive then pushed the pedal gently. Connie took a sharp breath. I glanced over at her.
“Eyes on the road Jules!”
“Fine!”
We pulled out of the gas station and got on the highway again. Connie seemed to have calmed down a bit. I glanced over without her noticing. She was looking at her phone. Good. I looked ahead, squared my shoulders and kept driving.
Every two hours we stopped and switched. Once it started getting dark it got pretty tricky for both of us. Connie made me get coffee each time it was my turn to drive. I hated it so much. Every time I would take a sip I wanted to spit it out all over the dashboard. Thankfully I managed to keep it down...and it kept me awake. I got around four hours of sleep the whole drive. Connie did surprisingly well...until we got into LA the next morning. I was the one driving when we started getting into the busy city. That’s when Connie started freaking out. I took a sip of coffee and slowly pushed the break as we rolled up to a red light. Connie slapped my arm. I started choking and sputtering coffee.
“Jules. Stop!”
“I am stopped! I have my foot on the break!” I coughed.
“Okay good... Are you okay?”
“I will be. My esophagus feels like it’s on fire. But otherwise I’m great.”
“Okay, Good. Jules, make sure to take a left up here. Sorry, no right, no left!”
“Connie! I can see the phone. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, but...be carful!” She said and clutched the sides of the seat.
After twenty minutes of that I had had enough and pulled over.
“Jules? What are you doing?”
“We’re switching. I can’t drive with you freaking out like this.”
“Great.”


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Okay, I really enjoyed this. I'm gonna post my first chapter (I'm one of the people lol) super soon. But this was great! You do a fantastic job of changing up the scenes and keeping it quick enough to follow but still enjoy. The dialogue is very fitting. I can hear the characters saying everything. I think the character development is great and on point with the show. Very excited to read more!

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Chapter 3
As soon Connie as unlocked the door to dad’s house a flood of emotions and memories crashed down on me. The staircase where I used to slide down the bannister, the cubby next to the huge window that lined the staircase where I used to sit and read. It all seemed like a dream now. I took a deep breath and walked to the stairs.
“Jules? Where are you going?” Connie asked.
“Up to my old room,” I smiled sadly.
I walked up the stairs slowly, running my hand along the wooden bannister. I stopped in the hallway and looked at the pictures hanging on the walls. There were ones of Connie, of me, of some awards dad had gotten, but the one that caught my attention was one of dad, mom and I. I was really little, maybe four or five. We were in a field, I was sitting on Dad’s lap and he had his arm around mom. We were all smiling happily. I smiled then felt a pang of sadness. What had once been a perfectly happy family had got so wrong somehow. I turned away, not able to look at it anymore and walked down the hall. I pushed open the white door. My room was exactly as I had left it. I looked at the wall where my bulletin board was. Pictures of my friends and I at our favorite hangouts covered it. I set my backpack down and walked over to my bed. I sat down and stared out the window, thinking of days gone by. I smiled at the memories and looked over at my side table. I opened the top drawer, curious to see what was inside. There was a small wooden box with a sticky note on it. “For the future me” it said.
I opened it slowly and read, “What’s the year been like? Has it been crazy? Probably. You’re hopefully learning what love really means and what friendship really means. Where are you now? Do you have any new dreams? Did you fulfill any? Do you feel happy where you are in life?
-Jules Kendall, age 13”
I sighed. This was three years old. I had changed a lot. So much had happened since I had written the note.
“Jules?”
I heard the door creek and Connie walked in. I looked over at her and smiled.
“What is that?” She asked.
“It’s a letter I wrote to myself three years ago. This is the first time I’ve read it since then.”
“Oh. What’s it say?”
I read it to her. She smiled and hugged me. I pulled away. I caught a flash of disappointment in her eyes.
“So this was your room?” She ask.
“Yeah.”
“I see why you thought yours in Odyssey was small. This is huge.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“It’s funny, this looks almost the same as your room in Odyssey. Just bigger.”
“I am the one who decorated it,” I said sarcastically.
“True... Okay, well, I’m going to take a nap, you should too.”
Connie walked out of my room, shutting the door.
I got up and unpacked my stuff, which took about five minutes. I crawled into my soft bed. Within minutes I was asleep.

My alarm when off two hours later. I sat up and picked my phone up off the side table.
“Wanna talk?” I saw Buck had texted five minutes ago.
“Sure.”
“FaceTime?”
“Ye ok. I’ll call.”
I called him and his face appeared on my phone screen. I was happy to see him again.
“Hey Jules! How are you?”
“I’m okay. It’s been hard.”
“How so?”
“Well, there’s so many memories attached to this place. I got pretty overwhelmed earlier.”
I knew that I could confide in Buck. He was trustworthy and he had gone through some similar experiences.
“Wow, I can imagine. Whoa, nice room,” he said as I stood up and walked to my chair.
“Yeah, here.”
I turned my camera around so he could see the whole room.
“Wow, it looks kinda like your room here in Odyssey, just, bigger.”
“Connie said the same thing,” I laughed.
“Well, not much is going on over here. Eugene is trying to get some position at the college or something. I don’t really understand what the position is.”
“Ha! When has anyone ever understood what Eugene does?” I said sarcastically.
“Jules? Who are you talking to?” Connie called from outside my door.
“Buck,” I responded.
“We need to go get some dinner. Tell him you need to go.”
“Okay!” I called back.
“So, I’ve gotta go. Maybe we can talk another time?” I asked him.
“Okay. Let me know how the funeral goes.”
“Okay.”
“Bye Jules!”
“Bye.”
I sighed and turned off my phone. I walked out to the staircase. I looked around to make sure Connie wasn’t watching then slid down the bannister like I had done when I was younger. I laughed all the way down, which abruptly stopped when I tripped and fell at the end. I regained my balance then went to look for Connie. I found her in one of the eight bedrooms in the house.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yeah... This place is so big! I still can’t believe you grew up here!”
“Yeah, well, this was my life a few years ago.”
“Oh, um, I was thinking about dinner. I think it might be a better idea to order some food and pack up tonight. Do you have any local places that you enjoyed when you lived here?”
“Um, yeah, there was a Chinese food place. They deliver. I think the flyer should still be on the fridge. It was one of dad’s favorite places to eat at.”
“Okay, I’ll call. What do you want to eat?”
“Sweat and sour chicken. And a coke.”
“No coke. It’s almost time for you to go to bed,” Connie said.
“What? Seriously? Caffeine doesn’t effect me.”
“I know you keep saying that but according to Eugene it takes four hours for the caffeine to wear off. Plus you said the coffee kept you awake when you were driving.”
I turned around and walked out defeated. I walked back up to my room and started packing stuff up that I wanted to take back to Odyssey.
By the time the food arrived I had nearly gutted my room of decorations.

Connie and I sat on the couch watching Tv as we ate.
“Connie, I’m gonna take a shower and go to bed.”
I got up and stretched.
“Okay, goodnight Jules.”


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chapter 4
I woke up the next morning with a start, then quickly realized where I was. I took a breath, slipped out of bed and walked down the stairs quietly.
“Jules?” Connie asked and I walked into the kitchen.
“Oh, Connie. You’re up.”
“Yeah, I woke up about an hour ago,” she said, putting her phone down. “Can you go get ready so we can go get some breakfast? I’m starving.”
“Oh, sure.”

Thirty minutes later we were at a cafe ordering breakfast. I got some toast and a yogurt. We ate quietly.
Connie looked at her watch, “We need to get back to get ready for the funeral. We have two hours.”
“Okay,” I sighed.
I hated funerals, so I wasn’t looking forward to it.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I had the black dress that I had worn to our high school dance earlier this year.
I walked down to Connie’s room. She had on a black shirt and navy blue pant.
“You look...snazzy,” I said as I looked at Connie.
“Thanks. You look nice too.”
“Um, thanks... Let’s just get this over with.”
“Jules, it’s okay to grieve. You don’t need to keep everything bottled up inside.”
“I don’t need to ‘grieve’, there’s nothing to grieve about,” I said and walked out of the room.

We got to the funeral home as people started to arrive. There were only around fifty people there, which didn’t surprise me. Dad definitely wasn’t the most popular person in the world. Connie and I got seats in the front row.
“Are you Bill’s daughters?” A tall blond woman asked. She was maybe in her mid 50’s. She wore a tight black dress and had an annoyingly calm voice. I knew immediately that I didn’t like her.
“Yes,” Connie said with the ‘who are you?’ look in her eyes.
“Oh, I’m Clara, Clara Anderson. I am, er, was, Bill’s girlfriend.”
Connie shook her hand, “Nice to meet you. I’m Connie, and this is Jules.”
“Hey,” I muttered.
“Ah, you would be the one who lined Bill’s toilet seat with toothpaste, covered his car in sticky notes, put white hair dye in his shampoo, and-“
“Yeah, we get the idea,” Connie said, cutting her off.
“Well, Bill told me so much about you both,” Clara said.
“We noticed,” I said, feeling my anger rising, “and by the way, I did all that when I was twelve. I don’t do that anymore.”
She gave me a fake smile of empathy. Connie put her hand on my shoulder. At that moment the pastor or whoever he was started talking.

The funeral lasted about an hour then they said that it was time to lower the coffin. I had managed to keep my emotions out until the end. My eyes started burning with the effort not to cry. As we walked out to the cemetery a tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly brushed it away. Most everyone was crying which made it even more important that I didn’t.
A couple people said a few last things. I moved to the back of the group, watching from a distance. All the sudden I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran to the car and unlocked it. I sat there trying not to cry. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was physically and mentally drained. I stared out the window in a daze until I heard tapping. I quickly unlocked the car to let Connie in.
“Jules? Are you okay?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to be there when they lowered the coffin. That’s all.”
“You sound like-”
“Dad? I know,” I interrupted her.
“Um, sorry... Listen, I’ve gotta sign some papers and go over dad’s will with some people. Why don’t you go drive around for a while. Just be back in about an hour.”
“Okay. Thanks Connie.”
I as about twenty minutes away from Malibu so I decided to drive down.

I guess I looked kinda silly walking on the beach in a nice dress because people kept looking at me. I took some pictures of the gorgeous sunset and sent them to Buck, then found a bench and sat down. I looked out over the waves. There were some surfers out. I longed to be out riding the waves with them. That was one of the things I missed most about living so in California.
I was interrupted from my thoughts by someone yelling, “Jules? Jules Kendall!?”
I turned around with a start to see two kids.
“What? Alysa? Justin?” I said in shock.
They were two of my friends from when I had lived here before. Justin was tall and had curly blond hair. Alysa was a model and had wavy brown hair. She had been the core of my insecurities through middle school. Somehow we had managed to stay friends. She and Justin had also been my comrades in pranks through my younger years.
“Whoa! Jules! You’ve changed!” Justin said laughing.
“Yeah, I’ve heard,” I said sarcastically. “What are you guys doing here?”
“Um, we live five minutes away. The question is, what are you doing here? I thought you ran off to some town in the middle of nowhere?” Alysa asked.
“I came her for my dad’s funeral.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
“Okay, hang on. Jules, why are you in a prom dress?” Justin asked, eyeing me.
I sighed, “It’s the only nice thing I had to wear to the funeral.”
They both laughed.
“How long are you going to be here? We should all hang out sometime.” Alysa said.
“That’d be fun. I’m here until Tuesday.”
“Cool! So some of the kids from school are having a beach party tomorrow. Do you want to come? It’ll be super fun!”
“Sure...actually, let me talk to Connie first.”
“Connie? Who’s Connie?” Justin asked.
“She’s my sister. I live with her.”
“You have a sister?”
“Yeah. Well, she’s my half sister, but who cares?”
“Is that why you left?”
“No, I didn’t- never mind.”
“Okay, well, let me know if you can come,” Alysa said.
“Okay, I will.”
“Well, we’ve gotta go,” Justin said, grabbing Alysa’s hand.
They walk off into the sunset. I sighed, stood up and walked back to the parking lot. I got in the car. My phone vibrated. I saw Buck had responded to my picture.
“Looks beautiful! Also, r u wearing the dress you wore to the dance?”
“Yes, don’t ask”
“Ok...”
“I just bumped into some old friends. They asked me to a party tomorrow night.”
“R u going?”
“Idk. Maybe.”
“Ok. Let me know how it goes. How was the funeral?”
“It was ok. We met dad’s most recent girlfriend. She’s totally fake.”
“Oh, sry.”
“I have to go. Connie needs me back at the funeral home soon.”
“Ok, ttyl”

I walked into the air conditioned building.
“Hey Connie” I said as she walked up to me.
“Hi Jules.”
“Can we go?”
“I guess. Do you want to see the grave before we leave?”
“No, I just want to get out of here.”
“Okay then, let’s go.”
We walked back out into the heat and got in the car.
“So, what did you do?”
“I went to the beach...”
“Anything else?”
“I saw some old friends...”
“Okay... Spill it.”
I took a breath, “Well, they asked me to a party tomorrow night. Can I go?”
“It depends. Are there going to be any adults there?”
“I don’t know, I can ask.”
“Good, let me know what they say.”


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Chapter 5
‘Hey Alysa. It’s Jules. I was wondering if there’s going to be any adults at the party?’ I texted as I ate breakfast.
‘Lol. Nope, just us. It’ll be awesome!’
‘Oh’
‘Is that a problem?’
‘No’
‘So does that mean you’ll be coming?’
‘I guess’
‘Great! It’ll be at Matt’s beach house at 10:00 tonight. You remember where it is?’
‘Who’s Matt?’
‘Oh, right. He started coming to school after you left. Anyways, I’ll send you directions.’
‘K’
I sighed and set down my phone.
“So, what did she say?” Connie asked suspiciously.
“There...” I had to make a quick decision, lie or tell the truth, “...aren’t going to be any adults there.”
“Then you can’t go.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”
“You’re not going.”
“Ugh, fine.”
I finished my breakfast, pretending to be happy then headed up to my room.
I was gonna go to that party even if Connie said not to.

I looked around to make sure Connie wasn’t watching. I picked up the car keys off the table as quietly as I could.
“Goodnight Connie!” I called,
doing my best to keep a cheerful tone.
“Good night Jules! I love you!” She responded from her room.
“Mhm...”
I walked up my stairs and took a deep breath, pulling out my phone.
‘I’m going to be a little late. Sry.’
‘Np. C u soon!’
‘K’

I waited until I heard Connie stop moving around downstairs. My heart pounded against my chest as I tiptoed down the stairs. I opened the garage door. It creaked, my heart skipped a beat. I listened quietly for a few seconds before slipping into the garage and closing the door behind me. I walked out and hopped in the car, pulling out of the driveway. I pulled up the directions Alysa had sent me, then rolled the windows down. I was free. I headed out into the night and drove towards the beach. The air was fresh, my hair whipped around my face. It was perfect. I arrived at the beach neighborhood. I found it. House number 17. I pulled over. There were nice cars lining the street. It made Connie’s car look pretty shabby. I walked on to the front lawn. I heard voices and music from the back and walked around. There were around thirty kids there. I spotted Justin and walked over to him.
“Justin! Hey!” I called.
“Oh, hey Jules. Glad you made it!Now that you’re here we can really get this party started!” Justin laughed as he turned up the stereo.
Alysa walked up in a green tank top and jean shorts. Justin put an arm around her shoulder.
“Hi Jules!” She said.
“Hey.”
“Come join us!”
“Um, okay.”
I followed her over to a group of girls. I immediately recognized one of them as Sofie Peters. She was a blond sixteen year old who had recently starred in a popular Tv show called ‘Live it Like it’s a Dream’.
All the Junior High and High School girls were going crazy over her in Odyssey. The point was, all the girls were talking to her. They stopped when Alysa and I walked up. Clearly Sofie and Alysa were the popular girls here.
“Hey guys, this is Jules. She used to live here,” Alysa said.
“Hey Jules, I’m Allie,” a girl said. She had the stereotypical American teenage girl voice.
“Um, hi.”
I hung back. Alysa pulled me into the group. I hopped on a picnic table next to her.
They all talked about their current relationships. I ignored them for the most part, pretending to listen.
“Hey Jules, you’ve been quiet. What’s wrong?”Alysa asked.
“Oh, um, I’m fine.”
A muscular guy walked up to us. He had a red plastic cup in his hand.
“Hey Matt!” A Allie cooed.
“Hey baby,” He said, kissing her cheek. “You new?” He asked, looking at me.
“Oh, I- um.” I stuttered.
“She used to live here,” Alysa cut in.
“Hmm. Okay, well I’m Matt. It’s nice to meet you... Hey girls, there’s some drinks over at the table.” He pointed to a green plastic table.
“Oh, yes, I’m thirsty,” Sophie said, the pack of girls followed.
We headed over to the table. That’s when I realized what was in the plastic cups. There were sodas too, but most everyone grabbed a red cup. I stood in the back of the group. I had the feeling that they were just doing it to show off.
“Jules, here,” Alysa said, handing me a cup.
I had to make a split second decision. I knew if Connie found out I’d be grounded forever, then again, I was here.
“Um, thanks,” I smiled.
I took a breath and looked at the bubbly golden liquid. Several of the girls glanced at me. I raised the cup to my lips, but then, my nerves failed me. I set the cup down, refusing to look up at the others.
“What’s the matter Jules? Come on,” Sofie said as she took a sip.
“I’m- not thirsty.”
“Mhm? What do you think girls? Is Jules one of those ‘Christians’?”
“No! I’m not. I just- don’t want anything to drink.”
“Ha! You’re soft. You need to toughen up Jules.”
“No I’m not-“
“Come on Jules, take a sip it’s not gonna kill you!”
I glanced at Alysa, hoping she’d cut in and save me. She just gave me an empathetic smile and stood back.
“Come on Jules!”
My heart pounded. My hand moved forward but I stopped, ‘I shouldn’t’ I thought.
Soon a bunch of girls were cheering, “Jules! Jules! Jules!”
I looked around hopelessly. I had to get out of the group. I tore between them and ran down to the dark beach.

I sat on the sand and rested my chin on my knees. ‘What am I doing?’ I thought. I looked up at the stars. There were so many out. The sky was so clear. It reminded me of Odyssey. I longed to be back there.
“Jules?” I heard a soft voice say.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry. They didn’t know what they were doing,” said Alysa, standing with her arms crossed.
“Mhm, just sitting there and smiling with the rest of them. That’s your idea of support?”
“No, I just...” her voice trailed off.
“Listen, if you came down to talk with me, then great, but if you came here to try and justify yourself then just go back.”
“I just came to say sorry, and um, do you want to come join us?”
“No thanks. Maybe later.”
“Okay then, have fun...”
She walked up to the house. I sat there for a while, until I got curious. I walked up the beach slowly, then entered the sliding glass back door. I stood against the wall watching a crowd of dancing teenagers. I decided it was time to leave. I snuck out the front door, pulling Connie’s car keys out of my pocket.
“Jules! Wait!”
I turned to see Alysa running out after me.
“What?” I asked, angrily.
“Why are you leaving? The party was just getting good.”
“If that’s your interpretation of ‘good’ then that’s a reason all by it self.”
“So I guess you’re just gonna go home?”
“Yeah. See you later Alysa.”
“So, it’s true? You are one of those religious people aren’t you? Somehow I never pictured you as-“
“I’m not a religious person or anything else!” I shouted. “Just because I have friends who are doesn’t mean I am! And why does that matter anyways? I don’t understand why people here treat Christians like dirt!”
“Um...”
“I moved to a city where people care about me. They love me how I am! And all I ever got here was everyone telling me how I should act! And the worst part was, I went along with it. Yes, I’ve changed, but that doesn’t mean I’m a Christian.”
“Whoa, calm down. I just meant-“
“I’m sorry, I have to go.”
I hopped in the car, slamming the door.

I drove home with the feeling of nausea growing in the pit of stomach. A few years ago I would’ve done anything not to be bored, to gain social status, anything. It was then that I realized just how much I had changed.

I opened the garage door and walked into the house.
“Jules?” Connie said as I tiptoed past the kitchen. She was sitting at the counter eating cookies.
“Um, hey Connie,” I said as my heart sped up.
“Where’d you go?”
“What? Um, go? I didn’t go anywhere.”
“Yeah? Then why did you just come out of the garage?”
“I, um-um-I...”
“Jules, you went to that party, didn’t you?
I took a breath, “Yeah.”
“I told you not to go!”
“I know, I just...wanted to prove to you that I...” my voice trailed off.
“You what?”
“I don’t know...”
“Jules? Are you okay?”
“Yeah... I’m just, sorry.” I said, looking at my shoes.
“Why did you decide to come home?”
I let out a breath, “Because, they were, um, drinking and stuff. And I was, uncomfortable.”
A huge smile ran across Connie’s face. She ran at me, wrapping me in a tight embrace.
“Oh Jules! I’m so proud of you!”
I pushed her away and took a step back, smiling slightly.
“Thanks Connie. I’m, gonna go to bed now.”
My spirit felt light. I had made the right choice for what felt like the first time in my life. And Connie was proud of me.
I smiled.

The next morning I stood in my room, looking at my barren room and sighed. We had packed the house up the day before. I had also plucked up the courage to go visit dads grave. I had forced myself not to cry.
I walked down the hall slowly, trying to take a mental picture of everything.
I headed down the staircase, “I’m going to miss this place.” I sighed, as Connie came around the corner.
Connie smiled and said, “Come on Jules. Let’s get back to Odyssey.”
We carried the boxes of stuff that we wanted out to the car.

Soon we were on the road with a packed car. We switched off driving again. Which wasn’t as bad as it was the first time. Connie decided that we would stop at a hotel so we wouldn’t have to drive all night, being that we weren’t under a deadline.
The next afternoon we drove into Odyssey. I was happy to be back. We pulled into our garage and unloaded our stuff. I carried three boxes of stuff up to my room. Then went down to help Connie unload.
“I still have no idea why you wanted all this stuff!” I laughed as I carried a box full of random thing into the living room.
“Just help!” An annoyed Connie shouted from the other room. I chuckled.

Later that afternoon I sat at my desk in my room, with a piece of paper in front of me. I lifted my pen, ‘Dear future self. As of recent times I have realized how much change I’ve been through. I have started to realize what friendships you can trust and others you can’t. What’s going on in my life now? How have I changed since this was written? Am I still living with Connie? How’s Mom? What’re my beliefs now and how have they changed? Well, I guess I’ll see what happens. And as Mr.Whitaker says, The best is yet to come.
-Jules Kendall, age 16.’
The door creaked.
“Hey Jules!” Buck stepped in my room.
“Buck!” I ran up and hugged him. He laughed.
“Hey! Wanna go to Whit’s and get some ice cream? I’ll buy.”
“Sure.”
Maybe, just maybe, I was off to a good start.


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