CI-Jenette

**My Name: Jenette Watkins My Age: 13 My Hometown: Pueblo, CO My Hobbies: Volleyball, basketball, track & field, swimming, dance, listening to music, riding roller coasters, and SHOPPING!!! I also like talking on the phone and spending time with my friends.  Basically anything fun. Favorite Brands: Coach, Juicy Couture, YMI Jeans wear, and Guess :-) Favorite Bands: The Pussycat Dolls, All-American Rejects, The Fray, and Fall Out Boy, etc. Favorite Color: Royal Blue or any shade of blue ** Pet Peeve: Chocolate!!!! I hate chocolate and commercials. They annoy me. People who think I'm anorexic. (I'm not). And people who don't like to shop... what is the matter wit you!!! lol jk lol but seriously Born In: Denver, CO Dreams: To go to Paris, go to all the Hard Rock Cafes in the World, and become very successful Other things you should know about me: I absolutely LOVE to shop. I love to play volleyball. I like roller coasters. I love the Hard Rock. I like to travel. I LOVE Coach. I also LOVE LOVE LOVE high heel shoes. I have been to 47 of the states and Canada. I also like really fast cars. I like cities alot also. Probably because they have alot of great stores in the city. I write alot of stuff lol. BTW scroll down to read my story. lol thanks and give feedback please :-) **
 * Best Friends: Ashlyn, Jesse, Emily, Jamie, Leah, Austin, and a lot of other people lol**
 *  Birth date: April 19, 1996

=My story =

(please note this is a rough draft)
You watch your life pass you by in the rear view mirror. There are pictures frozen in time. They’re not very clear. You ask yourself if you want to waste another day while you’re stuck in the shadow of your mistake. . . Your name is Christy Allen. You’re fifteen and a freshman at West Torrance High School. You’re the star of the varsity volleyball team even though you’re only in 9th grade. You have a 4.0 GPA. Your parents let you stay out at night with all your friends. You have you learners permit. You have everything in the world anyone could have ever wanted. You’re dating the star quarterback of the football team. You are always dressed in the latest and greatest clothes. You have tons of money, and you’re happy. You thought your life was PERFECT. What you didn’t know was that there was a not so perfect world out there. I mean you always knew that there were some people out there in the world that weren’t like you and all your friends but you never really ever paid much attention to them. I mean why would you? They were so plain and boring and unpopular and you were just the opposite. You never thought you would have any reason to get to know them. . . It all happened on April 19th. It was your birthday. You’re sweet sixteenth. You and all your friends were going to Denver for the most rockin’ party ever. Your party was going to be on MTV, and tons of celebrities were going to be there. The Pussycat Dolls were performing live, and they were going to perform their brand new hit song that was dedicated just for you. You look better than ever that night and everyone was noticing. You could see at the door all the different kinds of people that were trying to get into your party because it was so big. There was no way they were going to crash your party though. You didn’t pay much attention to the people coming into your party. You didn’t really care because tonight it was going to be all about you. Just then your three best friends Kassi, Marissa, and Shantel, walked up behind you and gave you a huge group hug. “Hey birthday girl, hey!!!!” You turn and flash them your award winning smile, “Hey!” “It’s your big night tonight,” Kassi said. “I know and I’m ready.” you say. “Good,” the girls say in unison. Just then a lady walks up behind us and says, “Places, it’s show time.” You look at your friends and give them a look that totally has this-is-going-to-be-the-very-best-night-of-my-life-with-the-exception-of-my-wedding written all over it. They just laugh and hurry off to their places. Finally. Suddenly there is this blare of noise and then all you can hear is the roar and screaming cheer from everyone that is there. // Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, // your thinking to yourself. This is it. With a sudden flash of lights and a completely new burst of energy now all you can hear is the screaming of everyone there and the words streaming out of your favorite bands mouth, “Boys call you sexy.” People are suddenly singing at the top of their lungs with every word. It’s perfect. They are all on the mark. They have hit the spot. Then way to soon it seems, the song is over. The lights flash and scan over the crowd then come back to the stage where Nicole, the lead singer of the band, is standing with a microphone in her hand. “What’s up Denver?!?” she says at the top of her voice. In reply the people scream and go wild. It is the maximum right here and right now, but everyone there is ready to take it way beyond maximum and way over the extremes. “We have a very special guest here tonight,” Nicole yells out. At that moment it went way beyond maximum coverage. Nicole screams your name and the crowd screams so loud that you think even people in Paris could have heard them. You walk out on the stage dressed in a silk blue BGBMAXAZRIA dress, white Louis Vuitton shoes, and Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglasses because that just the way you are. “How about a welcome for our special guest on her 16th birthday?!?!”Nicole says. The crowd goes wild and is louder than ever before. People are screaming and throwing roses at you. They love you. There is commotion, everyone is crazy, and all the focus is all on you. Your thinking to yourself that the night could get any better and couldn’t ever become worse, but just then the noise was cut off by a lightning bolt loud //crack//. Suddenly everyone is going crazy but it is a different kind of crazy than it was before. Now it is scared crazy. People are screaming and running everywhere trying to get out but it seems to them as if they are trapped inside this horrible place. It is not the great wonderful happy-go-lucky place anymore. Security is running around trying to find the cause of all this madness when all you can do is stand there on stage with your mouth hanging open scared out of your mind. Even though you are so scared and your trying to save your life if anything happens you can’t do anything but stand there and stare. This was not how it was supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to die. You couldn’t die. Not now. Not when your life wasn’t even half over and you hadn’t done everything you wanted to while you were alive. People are running around in all different directions and suddenly out of the corner of your eye you see a man with a gun running at you. “No!!!!!” you scream at the top of your lungs. Then all of the sudden you don’t know what is happening. There is another great loud horrible ear splitting crack. There is a flash and then the next thing you know, you don’t know who you are or where you’re at. You open your eyes. It’s like in one of those movies when one of the characters has just gotten knocked out and then they wake up and they don’t know where they are or what has happened to them. Well that’s what you feel like. You are in this room that is completely white and has no color whatsoever. There is this weird machine that has all these wires coming out of it to the left of you. To the right of you there is a chair with a magazine on top of it that looks like someone had just been sitting in it, but then left. This looks nothing like your room back home. Then you have a sudden thought. //What if I’m in a hotel room,// you think to yourself. But then you turn this idea down because this looks nothing like any of the hotels you have stayed in before. That is when you realize that the wires from the machine are going into you. //That is strange,// you think to yourself. //Why would I have wires going into me?// Just after you think this, a girl in blue scrubs walks in the door that is at the far side of the room. You hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe that was because it look so much like the walls that it blended in. You try to say something to the lady but when you open your mouth to say something nothing will come out. “Oh!” the lady says, startled. You wondered why. Without saying or doing anything, she rush back out the door. You could hear the click-clack of her shoes as she walked down the hall. Suddenly the door bursts open again, but this time a women that looks like something you’d imagine yourself as looking when you get older walks in. She looks about 35 years-old. Behind her walks in a man that looks around 40 years-old and has your same eyes. He is holding the women who is sobbing and crying into his arms. Behind them walks in a younger man that looks to be about 18 years-old. He brushes past the other two people and walks up to your bed side. “Oh Christy,” he says. He put his hand on you and looks at you with such love and care. He looks at the other two people and motions them to come to your side also. They come. The woman stays on the side with the younger man, while the older man walks around to your other side. He takes your other hand and looks into your eyes with his own pair of blazing blue eyes that could make you melt into a puddle like after it rains. “Christy my baby girl,” he cries. “Finally after 5 weeks, 5 weeks, she is awaken.” “Yes,” the women manages to choke out. Then young man has his arms around her now and she is sobbing harder now. The young man comforts her saying “it’s ok mom. Everything is going to be just fine. She is awake now.” // She? They must be talking about me. // You think to yourself. You try to talk but again no sound comes out. You have so many questions but you have no way to get any answers for them. Just then the lady in the scrubs walks in. She sighs. “Well,” she says, “I’m glad to see you here. I am also very glad she is finally awake.” Everyone in the room nods together. “Do you think……..do you think that she will ever be herself again?” the young man asks. “You know like the normal Christy who always wants to drive and always gets to pick where we eat? And, and.” Suddenly he is crying too. The lady in the scrubs looks sympathetically at the young man. “I’m afraid that I can’t give you a complete answer to your question,” she says. You open your mouth to say something again, but instead of nothing like you usual get, a small grunt comes out of your throat. All heads turn to look at you. “Christy, Christy can you talk? Do you need anything?” the young man asks. // Yeah, I need something alright, // you think. //I need some answers and I want to know what is going on. I just can’t find how to tell these people this.// The lady in the scrubs clears her throat. Everyone looks at her now. “Um, I’m not quite sure if she knows who any of you are anymore,” she says. “Not know who we are?” the young man asks. “Yes, it is known to happen in cases like this one.” The lady in the scrubs replies. “I think it is best for her to get some sleep now. I am sure she is very exhausted from everything that has happen. You can talk to her tomorrow when she wakes up.” They all nod their heads and the lady in the scrubs sticks a long needle in your arm. The next thing you know, all you can see is black. Then next thing you know you’re in that same plain white room again. //Not this place again,// you think to yourself. You’re getting impatient. //Why?// You think to yourself. You want some answers and you want some now. You try to speak again but then you realize that there is nobody there to talk to. //Ugh, what is going on.// You don’t know and you don’t know if you ever will know. Suddenly just then the girl in the scrubs walked in again. “Good your awake,” she said. You try to talk again and this time you manage to choke out “where am I?” “Why you’re in the hospital and I am your main nurse.” she said. “I-in the hospital?” you stuttered. “Yes…” “Why am I in the hospital?” The lady who said she was your nurse said “well…” She avoided the question for a while and then said, “I’m glad that your finally talking again.” “What do you mean?” you asked confused. “Well before you weren’t awake or talking or anything ever. You have been in a coma for 3 months now.” she said. “In a coma? For three months?” “Yes… why have you talked to anyone yet?” “No only you.” “Oh my… well let me get someone to tell you want is going on.” said the nurse. She lefty quickly out the door after she said this. You fell back on your bed after this. You were very tired even though you were supposedly asleep for three months. Three months you were in a coma. Three months that you have been away from everyone. Such a long time. How were you going to explain this to all your friends. Just then the door burst open and the women who was crying before, and the two other guys that were with her rushed in. “Oh… oh Christy… what are we going to do?” the women said. “Who—who—who are you?” you ask. “Why, I am your mother, Sasha. You are silent for a moment as you try to remember her. Your mother you mean. Then you come to the realization that it is your mother. “Mom,” you say carefully. “What’s going on? What is happening? Where am I and what am I doing here? I have so many questions. I am so confused.” You say. “I know sweetie. They are getting someone to come in and explain it all to you, okay?” “Okay.” Just then a man in scrubs walked in the door. He had a normal look on his face. Not showing any happiness or any kind of emotion for that matter, “Who are you?” you ask. “I am Dr. Sheppard. Your doctor.” “Since when do I have a doctor named Dr. Sheppard?” “Since three months ago when you passed out in a coma at your sixteenth birthday party.” “I, my, what?” The guy who said he was Dr. Sheppard walked over to the other side of your bed. “You have been in a coma for three months now. You just woke up from your coma yesterday. You passed out into a coma at your sixteenth birthday party that happened three months ago. You were about to go on stage with the Pussycat Dolls when you fell to the floor and fell into a coma. While you have been in the hospital we have done many different kinds of tests to see what went wrong that night. We think that we have some possible answers but we have not been able to confer whether or not these answers are the right ones. We think that it is quite possible that you will be here in the hospital for several more weeks.” He says. “Wait… slow down.” You say, “I’m in the hospital? I have been her for three months? I passed out and went into a coma at my sixteenth birthday party? Your trying to find out why this happened? You don’t know how long I will be in here? How come I don’t remember my sixteenth birthday party?” you say. “We aren’t sure. We think that maybe some of your memory was lost during the coma.” He said. “Am I going to die?” There was no reply. Right then and there is when you really started to get scared. You ask again, “I’m not going to die right?” “Well,” the doctor said, “we aren’t sure yet. It is very likely that you will make a full recovery and everything will be back to normal soon.” You take a deep breath. //Good,// you think to yourself. You don’t want to die. It is too soon for you to die.