Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

Cheer Up Sleepy Jean

So, while I was switching between watching The Monkees, and Law and Order, I came up with the idea for this story. Setting: Los Angeles, June 1968

Chapter 1

This Just Doesn't Seem To Be My Day

“Stop it mom!” I cried as my mother backed me into a corner, her face filled with rage.
“I asked you three times to do the dishes! Why the hell didn’t you do them?!” she hollered.
“I’m sorry I had to finish something” I said as I began to sob. I was shaking in the corner as my mother shoved me farther into the corner.
“Bull s * h * it you’re sorry! You know what I’m tired of you! Get out of my house!” she screamed. And pointed to the door with her long slender finger.
My eyes welled up with salty drops and I let out a loud wail and ran out the door into the mild night.
I ran to the park next door and collapsed under my favorite tree and buried my face in my knees. I was wearing nothing but an ill fitting blue t-shirt and a pair of thin cotton sweat pants, and no shoes. I sat there for a while and cried. My mom didn’t want me, was all I could think.
After I calmed down I went back inside and my mom was in the living room, still looking very angry, and my little brother was fast asleep in his room.
“Why are you back here?!” she screamed when she saw me standing in the kitchen.
“I just want some shoes!” I cried.
“No! Get out! You didn’t pay for them, so you can’t take them, now get out of my house!” she screeched. I broke down in tears again and sprinted back out the door. I bolted a few blocks up the street, and just wandered. I was devastated, my mom wouldn’t even let me have shoes. I walked up and down the street aimlessly, not knowing where I was going or what I was going to go.
I looked at my watch and it was 10:05, it was pitch-black out, and as I wandered farther into the streets of L.A., I had no idea what to do. I looked up, and I was surrounded by big buildings that werespotted with lights.
As I walked along the road there were a few sinister characters that looked at me from the alley ways as I walked up the street. Some of them called out things to be, but I didn’t hear what they said because I was too lost in my thoughts. I was still crying and I shivered every time a gust of wind blew in my direction.
I wandered for another hour before I found myself in the television and film district of L.A. The street lights were a bit brighter, but at 11 at night, everything is unlit and eerie.
I passed what I assumed to be a TV station when a car appeared out of nowhere and almost stuck me. I fell to my feet, and felt my hands scrape against the concrete sidewalk. The car that almost flattened me stopped, and when I stood up the driver rolled down the window.
“You alright miss?” the driver asked. I couldn’t see his face because it was so dark, but I knew he was a man and he was English from his accent.
“Not really, no” I answered truthfully.
“Well hop in, I’ll give you a lift somewhere” the driver said in a friendly tone.
I opened the door and sat down on the cushiony, cream colored leather seat. I didn’t want to let my mucky feet touch the soft, white lining of the floor, so I pointed my toes.
“So dear, what’s your name?” my mystery driver asked me
“Jean” I said softly
“Well, I’m David, but you can call me Davy if you like” he said. I still couldn’t see his face, but somehow I could tell that he wasn’t some old creep who was going to lock me in a basement for 20 years.
“So where you headed?” he asked
“I don’t know” I said, breaking a small laugh, but it was masked by a melancholy tone.
“How ‘bout this, where were you coming from?”
“home, well what used to be anyway” I corrected my self.
“What’s that mean?”
“My mom doesn’t want me at home anymore” I explained, as I choked back tears.
“Oh, I’m sorry” my mystery driver said “would you like something to eat? You look hungry”
I nodded my head because I was on the brink of crying my eyes out.
“Alright, no problem” he said and pulled into a diner.
We got out of the car and as we walked to the diner, I stopped in my tracks. He turned around and looked at me, at least I thought, it was still too dark.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t have any shoes” I said and pointed to my feet.
“it’s alright, they won’t even notice, trust me” he said with a small laugh.
“Alright” I said and walked in the diner with my rescuer.
When we walked into the diner, and I could finally see, my jaw dropped.
“Oh my God, you’re—“ I stammered.
“DAVY JONES!” the single waitress in the diner screamed when she was him.

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