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1-800-WHERE-R-YOU When Lightning Strikes Jenny Carroll Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 About the Author C H A P T E R 1 They want me to write it down. All of it. Theyre calling it my statement. Right. My statement. About how it happened. From the beginning. On TV, when people have to give a statement, theres usually someone sitting there who writes it down for them while they talk, and then all they have to do is just sign it after its read back to them. Plus they get coffee and doughnuts and stuff. All Ive got is a bunch of paper and this leaky pen. Not even so much as a diet Coke. This is just further proof that everything you see on TV is a lie. You want my statement? Okay, heres my statement: Its all Ruths fault. Really. It is. It all started that afternoon in the burger line in the cafeteria, when Jeff Day told Ruth that she was so fat, they were going to have to bury her in a piano case, just like Elvis. Which is totally stupid, since—to the best of my knowledge—Elvis was not buried in a piano case. I dont care how fat he was when he died. Im sure Priscilla Presley could have afforded a better casket for the King than a piano case. And secondly, where does Jeff Day get off, saying this kind of thing to somebody, especially to my best friend? So I did what any best friend would do under the same circumstances. I hauled off and slugged him. It isnt like Jeff Day doesnt deserve to get slugged, and on a daily basis. The guy is an asshole. And its not even like I really hurt him. Okay, yeah, he staggered back and fell into the condiments. Big deal. There wasnt any blood. I didnt even get him in the face. He saw my fist coming, and at the last minute he ducked, so instead of punching him in the nose,