She was average, not extraordinary, nothing out of the ordinary. Her name was Jane, she possessed a simple kind of beauty. Her brilliant baby blue eyes shone brightly. Her perfect white smile was always lined with a soft pink gloss. She was small, about ninety pounds. Her hair was a cascade of blonde wavy hair that fell to her lower back. She always tried her best to fly under the radar, typically ignored by everyone in the world of high school. She had acquaintances sure, but she didn’t have any real friends. Jane was virtually alone in a school full of people. Jane hid a secret. She was suicidal.
It started with the typical teasing, people would make comments when she answered questions in class, she caught on fairly quickly and learned to keep to herself. She began to isolate herself from others, she pushed everyone away, even her parents. Soon, the teasing escalated to pushing her into lockers, and tripping her as she walked alone down the hallways. At first she thought it would blow over like everything else that happened in her high school, she hoped that everything would be forgotten soon.
Then she met Hope, unlike the others Hope seemed to take a liking to Jane, she was tall, simple, but very elegant. She, unlike Jane, talked to everyone. Jane was skeptical of this new friendship but soon the two were inseparable. They knew virtually everything about each other, it was like they’d grown up together their entire lives. It seemed as though everything were good in Jane’s life, that is until senior year arrived.
Senior year is suppose to be the best year of high school. At least, that’s what everyone was made to believe, but not for Jane. It started with Bobby Anderson, he was the most popular guy in school. A bad boy, the kind every girl’s parents would be afraid of, and they had reason to be. Bobby was about six feet tall, with a dark brown, almost black crew cut. His small almond shaped eyes were a soft coppery brown, lined with thicker eyebrows, above the left was a scar. He was always clean shaven, his teeth were perfectly white lined with the most perfectly plump lips. Everyone knew him, he was Bobby Anderson, the guy who had been in more fights than most guys in prison. He was absolutely gorgeous, always dressed in a sharp fashion, his shoes were never dirty, he walked with arrogance and confidence. Every girl’s dream guy, except Jane’s.
He sat behind her in first period, she could always smell his expensive cologne. When the bell rang the class stood and recited the pledge of allegiance. They took a seat and began their work. On this particular day, Jane felt as though she was being watched. She didn’t understand why, nothing was different about her, she was dressed wearing a low cut tank top and a Victoria’s Secret hoodie paired with leggings and her high heeled boots, so that she could appear to be just a little bit taller than her actual five foot nothing height. It was just her usual school attire, but still she felt different. She decided to ignore her instinctual feelings and went back to writing in her journal, she was about halfway done when he tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around, “Hey Bobby, what’s up? Need answers or something?” she smiled and rolled her eyes just slightly at him. He seemed different, a shade of exhaustion appeared under his eyes, he almost seemed nervous. Bobby? Nervous? Was that even possible? He smiled back at her.
“Ha, cute Jane.” His voice was cool, confident, typical Bobby. “Actually, I uh...wanted to give this to you.” He handed her a folded white piece of notebook paper. Jane took it hesitantly, she decided that she would wait to open it until after class. “Maybe I’ll catch you later, beautiful.” He winked at her, his eyes skimming her body up and down, it made her sick. He smiled and looked at her, waiting for a response.
“Wow, you’re really something huh?” she replied back just as arrogant as he, she had learned how to flirt thanks to Hope. “Well, you’ll have to get in line.” She rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at him. He laughed and winked back at her not breaking his glance from her body.
“I’ll wait as long as I have to for you.” He leaned over his desk, tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered “Don’t tempt me with a good time babe.” and pulled back but not without planting a kiss on her cheek. This must have caught the attention of students sitting near by because they were all looking at Jane in shock. Of all people why her? it was crystal clear, the tension in the classroom could be cut with a knife.
Jane sat back cooly in her chair and winked at him, “Oh, but sweetie, I’m nothing but trouble.” She got up from her seat, and walked past him to turn in her work. It was clear that he wasn’t use to trying so hard to get a girl, her confidence impressed him. He was blown away by her and he knew that he wouldn’t give up. The bell rang and all the students started to exit the class teasing Bobby this time because he was rejected by none other than Jane.

As they were walking home, Hope nudged Jane in the shoulder. “Heard you got Bobby’s number today.” She playfully teased Jane as they walked on the sidewalk carrying their books. “I also heard you rejected him, girl, are you nuts?!” Hope’s voice went up about three octaves. Typical Hope, fangirling over the boys.
“He is so not my type.” Jane rolled her eyes and nudged Hope back. “I mean everyone knows him, and I’m invisible, and besides, his ego is way to big to handle. I’m sure he asked out like three other girls today anyway.” She hadn’t even given it a second thought, she went on with her day just as she always had but today everyone was watching her, noticing her, it was odd. She’d even forgot about the piece of paper that he’d given her. She reached into her pocket. it was still there. She unfolded it and written in the most beautiful cursive handwriting was Call me sometime: (715) 292- 9491) P.S. You’re beautiful Jane xoxo Bobby. She laughed. Bobby Anderson had basically sent her a love note. The most bad ass boy in high school had given her a love note.
When she got home, after hugging her parents, she went to her room. She thought it was all a prank, that she’d call and some guys would pick up and laugh at her. But he had kissed her, he had flirted with her. She decided she’d call and play it cooly, if it was a joke, at least she’d know. She dialed the number, it rang only twice before he answered, “Jane, sweetie, you called…” his voice was different. He seemed almost nervous but also very flirtatious. She was relieved, it wasn’t a prank. What on earth did he want from her?
“Hey Romeo.” The sarcasticness in her voice was unreal. He laughed on the other end of the phone. “You like that, huh? What’s up?” Her voice was so sweet, like honey.
“Let’s go to the movies tonight. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice.” He had barely left her any room for response. Clever. She laughed, switched the phone to her other ear and responded,
“Fine, but don’t expect me to fall in love with you or anything.” She hung up the phone and began looking for an outfit.
She curled her long, blonde, honey locks in loose waves and applied the perfect amount of makeup. She looked stunning, Her low cut, deep red dress came to about three inches above her knee, not too revealing. She paired her ensemble with heels, a gold clutch, and her favorite Victoria’s Secret perfume. In that moment, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her life would change tonight, she was determined. Oh how she wished she were wrong.

He pulled up in his 2007 black LS Lincoln. She could hear the bass thumping as she walked out the door. Like a gentleman, he got out and opened the door for her. She got in, he smiled, “Ready for a fun night? You look amazing by the way.” He closed her door and got in on the drivers side. They made small talk as he drove, he drove past the movie theatre. Her heart jumped, her pulse was racing.
“Slow down Romeo.” she joked, “you drove past the movie theatre.” She looked at him, his eyes were fixated on the road, they were heading out of town. She knew then what his intent was, tonight would be a night of stolen innocence. A tear dripped down her face, she quickly wiped it away. He pulled into a secluded parking lot and turned off the lights.
“Relax baby, it won’t take long.” His voice was soothing, he leaned over and began to kiss her. He kissed her like he meant it, her lips, her neck, her ear, her chest. She wanted him to stop, she told him to stop. He wouldn’t listen. “Let’s take this to the back seat.” He picked her up and set her gently in the back seat. everything was hazy, she felt dizzy.
“Stop, take me home. I want to go home.” Her voice faltered. She screamed, and then. blackness. She was numb, like her body was there but she wasn’t. She remembered walking upstairs and going to bed. Her life was forever changed.

Four weeks later everyone knew, people began to bully Jane again. Even Hope, her best friend. She was once again alone in a school full of people. They looked at her as though she were diseased. She felt sick at the thought of school. She’d dyed her hair dark brown, she changed everything about herself. She began to cut. Her depression was a monster that she could never seem to defeat, its blackness swallowed her. Then she was admitted as an inpatient at the local mental institution. That’s when she found out that she was seven weeks pregnant. She was devastated.
So, she decided one night that she couldn’t take it anymore, all of the pain. She grabbed a bottle of pills and her blade and headed to the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and swallowed every single pill. Numbness rushed over her tiny, fraile body. She held out her arm and found the perfect blue vein. She pressed the blade to her skin, She pulled up, she didn’t feel it, but she saw it. The marvelous bright red blood spurted out of her arm. She was gone, she lost the war.

Her funeral was held in a different town, family attended. Her high school was quiet, everyone mourned but they shouldn’t have, they didn’t have the right to. That was when Bobby got the call… Jane was twenty eight weeks pregnant with his child, a baby boy. He survived, and in her suicide letter, Jane had said that if her beloved baby were to survive her death, his name would be Logan Robert Anderson. Bobby moved to another city, and refused to be part of his child’s life. Jane’s family has never recovered from her death but they do everything to reassure Logan that his mother loved him very much.