Catch Me (A Jemi Story) - Episode 1

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Episode 1:

Demi's POV:

Demi: Are you saying that you used me?
I questioned him. By now, tears were streaming down my face. I already knew what the answer was going to be. Yes, that would be the answer. Our whole relationship had been a lie.
???: Obviously, but you're too dumb to figure it out! Everyone's right. You are trailer trash!
He punches me and slaps me in the face repeatively. He takes his belt and whips my face, until it bleeds. I turn around and try to escape, but he grabs a hold of my arm and twists it. He pushes me on to the ground and sits on my arm.
???: You're not escaping from me.
Demi: Oh my gosh! Is that Taylor looking for you?
???: Where? *Turns his head.*
I run out the door and jog home. I pack up all of my belongings and buy two plane tickets to Los Angeles. I pack up my mom's things and head out the door. I drive to my mom's work and enter the huge, gray building.
Demi: Come on, Mom. We're leaving.
Mom: Oh my gosh! Honey, what happened?
Demi: There's no time to explain! Let's go!
We entered the car and drove 80 miles per hour. Five minutes later, we reached the busy airport. We go through security and eventually board the plane.
Mom: What are our seat numbers?
Demi: Ten and thirteen.
Mom: I'll be behind you that means.
I sit down and sigh to myself.
???: Hi, I guess you'll be sitting next to me for the whole flight. I'm Ashley.
Demi: Demi.
Ashley: OMG! Are you okay?
Demi: I'm fine.
Ashley: I know a great surgeon in Cali who can sew that wound up.
Demi: Really?
Ashley: Yeah. Then, it'll go away in a week. Anyway, what grade are you in?
Demi: I'm a junior.
Ashley: Me too! I go to Gomez High. I'm not really popular or rich, though.
Demi: That doesn't matter.
Ashley: It does there. If you're middle class or unpopular, you're doomed. Trust me.
Demi: Ok, then.
I slouched down into my seat and sighed. I ran a hand through my tousled brown hair.
Mom: Tell me why we are going to California.
I turned around to respond.
Demi: That way you can get a good job and I can try to make my dream reality.
Mom: Okay, then. When will you tell me the story about what happened to your face?
Demi: Later.
Mom: Answer just one more question for me... what school will you go to in California?
Demi: Uhh... Gomez High.
Ashley: Yay! I can show you around and sit with you at lunch. I won't be alone anymore.
Mom: Who are you?
Ashley: My name is Ashley.
Mom: Nice to meet you. I'm Demi's mom.
For the rest of the flight, Ashley told my mom about how great Gomez High is. To me, it was all absurd. Then, Ashley turned to me and told me about Gomez High. When she turned her head for a moment, I put in my earphones and listened to my music.

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  • poor demi!

    this is really good!!

    great job

  • @mizzshorty64 thank you so much. i'm glad that you really enjoyed it. have a good day!

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  • poor demi

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