looks like a homeless person you would meet on the street. Who would take us serious with someone like her in our group? No one would that’s who.” “That’s enough. Shall we put it to a vote?” Jessa heard the club president say. “I for one vote yes.” The boy said. Jessa heard a bunch of the kids say no. “That’s it then. She will not be joining our club. I let Miss Waters know and she can tell her tomorrow.” said the president. That broke Jessa’s heart into. She ran out the crying. They won’t let me in their stupid club because how I look, Jessa thought. That’s fine who needs them anyway.
Chapter Eighteen
The next day at school before Miss Waters had a chance to tell her she wasn’t accepted into the club Jessa decided to tell her she didn’t won’t to join the club. She told her that she had changed her mind and was more interested in just doing her work and studying. In away Catherine was relieved that Jessa had decided not to join. Now she didn’t have to tell her she wasn’t accepted. Although I don’t understand why she wasn’t, Catherine thought. She is a better writer than most of the kids that are in the club. Sometimes things just don’t work out the way you hoped they would. Over the next three weeks Catherine found herself liking Jessa more and more. Jessa was quit, shy and was an excellent writer, but something seemed off about her. She would come to school most times wearing the same clothes and looking as if she had hardly slept. Maybe something was going on at home. “Jessa may I see you after class?” Catherine asked “Yes Miss Waters.” Jessa said. I wonder what she wants Jessa thought. I know it’s not about the young author’s club and I have been getting good grades in class, so what could it be about. Jessa thought all during class on what her teacher wanted to talk to her about. As soon as class was over Jessa went to talk to Miss Waters. “Jessa the reason I wanted to talk to you is because you always look so tired and unkempt. Is there something going on at home? If there is maybe I can help you.” Catherine told her. “No Miss Waters everything is fine.” Jessa said. “Jessa if you ever need to talk I’m here for you.” “Can I go now I don’t want to be late for my next class?” Jessa asked “You can go. Just remember what I said.” Jessa hurried to her next class. Thankful that it was Friday and she was going to stay with Summer this weekend. After school Jessa waited outside for Summer. “Hey Summer are you ready to go?” Jessa asked. “About that, Jessa you can’t stay with us this weekend.” Summer told her. “Oh okay.” “I’m sorry Jessa we are going to my grandparents for the weekend.” Summer explained. “I understand. And it’s okay really, I can find somewhere to stay. See you later Summer have a good weekend.” Jessa called as she walked away. I don’t have a clue where I’m going to stay this weekend, Jessa thought. Ever since they tore the abandoned houses down I have been staying at Summer’s on the weekends. Under the bridge is okay during the week but on the weekends it’s kind of scary and I don’t know how I’m going to eat. Ever since the soup kitchen started turning in all the kids that came to social workers I can’t go back there. I’ll figure something out. So far Jessa’s weekend had been awful. Someone had stolen her shoes and half of her clothes. I’m glad they didn’t get my laptop, Jessa thought. However, I haven’t had anything to eat since Friday afternoon. Maybe I can go to the diner and see if