This episode contains use of Spanish/Español, translations will be in the comments.

Danielle Pinnock as Ms. Green, as briefly mentioned.

𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦.

DVA

-JADEN'S hands trembled greatly. Fear, anger, frustration, confusion, and surrealism all made themselves evident on her face.

The contents on the screen of her phone horrified her. There, with over one hundred comments, fifty likes, and five hundred views lay a series of photos of her posted to Instagram. Some of her in just undergarments, some of her with nothing on at all.

The tears only met her eyes when she saw the account these had surfaced from. None other than her now former boyfriend had posted them, ruthlessly captioning the pictures with a "bitch at dawn whore at dusk," finishing the brutal quote with a winking emoji.

Her overwhelmed tears fell from her bloodshot eyes and landed on the surface of her cracked phone screen. Her breathing heavied as she looked up from the phone in doom, her chest moving up and down patternedly.

_

Jaden sat in counselor Natasha Moore's office, her leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as she fidgeted with her fingernails. People had been staring at her in the hallways. Most in judgement, some in pity, others in lust and shock.

When Amanda LaRusso was in her thirties, she discovered she was pregnant. Ecstatic concerning the good news, she informed Daniel, Lucille, and all her extended family.

Jaden's eyes were fixated on the dark clock that hung on the wall of counselor Moore's dully decorated, dimly lit office, until Natasha's words pulled her out of her state.

After some two years of trying, this seemed like a blessing from God...
until she miscarried.

"How've you been? It's been some weeks since you visited. Since we're not viewing anything at the moment, would you like to share any issues?", Jaden shook her head "No. I've been fine, what is it we had to go over?"

The miscarriage was devastating. The gender of the child wasn't even known, she hadn't even reached the second trimester yet. This miscarriage would be the first of many. She would sob and wail to God in emotion, praying, hoping, begging for a child of her own.

Counselor Moore opened her large grey binder before softly speaking "Right. You're not doing very well in terms of mathematics, not much in physics either. A good option for you could be to make up for these grades by increasing your athleticism," Jaden was completely silent. Not much on her mind was about grades and subject scores. In fact, nothing was.

These events preceeded the answer to her pleas-another pregnancy. By the time she'd discovered she was pregnant, she was already a month along.

"Well, you can take this sheet, view it, and have yourself a great day." Jaden nodded unattentively, her mind barely there.

In hope, she cried. She let the tears fall, thanking whatever bigger conscience had gifted her with this baby. The joy was shortlived, as she would find at an appointment that even though she was to deliver twins, their health wasn't guaranteed.

Jaden collected the sheet of paper and stood up, adjusting her jeans. She exited the office and made her way towards her locker while she kept her head down in secrecy.

At least, one of them. The pregnancy was heterotopic. Not only did this put the baby's life at risk, but hers as well. From that day, she'd experience the rest of her pregnancy in fear, worry, and uncertainty. She didn't know whether to be upset, exhausted, anxious, or emotional.

She looked down at the page in unwillingness to do so, to do anything, in fact. She wanted to lay in bed and cry herself to and from sleep.

After a long, blood-abundant cesarean section, she knew exactly what she felt. Anger. All she felt was infuriation with whatever caused this. She prayed for children, waited four years, got them, then they had their lives risked for nine months.

The page had a simple layout of sports to choose from.

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
BASEBALL □
SOCCER □
AMERICAN FOOTBALL □
CHEERLEADING □
MARTIAL ARTS □

Jaden disinterestedly checked a box and folded the paper into fourths before keeping it in a pocket of her bag. She took out a small orange pill bottle and swallowed three.

The anger washed away at the sight of her two newborn daughters, all remembrance of the cons fading away at their innocent, fair faces.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled likewise, allowing her body to relax and succumb to the drug.

Alongside Daniel, Amanda named the brown-haired babe 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲, that she may grow up to be a hardworking, headstrong woman that many would look up to.

A few hours into the day, Jaden had gotten her laptop and taken it into the cafeteria with her for lunch.

The daughter of blonde hair was named 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲, that she would mature into a well-known beacon of light, hope, and peace that would bring sanctification and purity wherever she went. That dark, snowy evening was one to remember, many prayers, gifts, and kisses were given.

She inhaled deeply before entering the cafeteria with anxious steps. Jaden felt eyes turn to her when she felt hers land on her usual spot at a table in the corner of the large hall.

It was almost as though no bad came out of that day, that pregnancy. Not anything that would mean much until later. Many, many years later.

Jaden took small, fearful steps towards the table, her eyes fixated on a specific seat. She stopped dead in her tracks when a football was placed directly atop the chair-a football none other than Cameron York's. He did so while maintaining unwavering eye contact with her.

Sabine, being the heterotopic infant, had more of a tendency to be slightly ostracised. In every little small way, down to the minute details. As most bad things are formed, it started as a subconscious habit, then the smaller became larger over time, and the larger became blatant.

Her eyes dimmed and she turned around and made her way to the nearest table without paying mind where it was.

Not much was ever done to stop this.

She took a bite out of her apple while opening her laptop, making two of the boys seated at the table exchange confused looks.

"Can we help you...?" the pale, slender brunet questioned in shock, making Jaden look up at him with a full mouth "No?"

He shot the shorter, brown-haired boy a glance, making Jaden look between the both of them in matched confusion "Is something wrong? Should I not sit here?"

The boy, who's name was Demetri, shook his head vigorously, "No, no! That's not it at all! We're just surprised you chose to sit here."

Jaden looked at them weirdly, thrown off by their incredulous behaviour. She opened her laptop and found it's browser.
Demetri, in avoidance of awkwardness, peered his head from his side of the table to hers, "So, what're you working on there?"

She lowered her screen cautiously. "Mind your business, please."

The boy nodded in agreement. "Will do," he mumbled, picking at his pasta.

A tanned boy sat approached the four of them; Santiago, Eli, Demetri, and Jaden.

He tightly gripped his backpack sleeve in nervousness, stammering slightly "Is this place free? Can I sit here?"

Demetri raised his arms in sarcasm "Ooh, sorry. Table's a little full right now. We could put you on the wait list, but it'd be next year at the earliest."

Jaden looked at him in question, observing the sparsely populated table they sat at.

The standing boy nodded before pivoting on his heel, making Demetri call out "I'm kidding, sit."

The boy took a seat, awkwardly picking at his fish sticks while Jaden clacked away at her keyboard, searching for karate classes to get started with.

She ignored the conversation they made outside her whan she felt a tap on her shoulder pull her out of her world. "What about you?"

She turned in the direction It came from, "What?"

"Do you ever talk to the girls over there, or..?" The boy specified.

Jaden looked at the area he pointed in before shaking her head "No, I'm not-"

Demetri interjected "You realise what table you're seated at, right? You've pretty much signed away all hopes of losing your virginity before college."

He briefly looked to Jaden, "Maybe not her-for the most part, but you, my friend, are done."

Jaden gave him a weird look from her peripheral vision before turning back to her laptop.

_

Following an exhaustingly long lunch break, in which Jaden had found nothing on her research in martial arts classes, history class was next.

Jaden had a love-hate relationship with history class, however, the only thing about that particular class was that her good friend, Aisha was there.

"If Africa is a sole continent, why is it connected to Asia on the map?" the class giggled at Yasmine's ridiculous question while Jaden revolted.

She and Aisha exchanged a disgusted glance before Jaden continued her work on her laptop, making Aisha lean in "What do you have there? You've been on that thing the whole of class."

Jaden shrugged "Some martial arts thing I gotta take up to raise my grades. I'm looking for a dojo."

Aisha shot up "Ooh, I've been seeing ads for this dojo called 'Cobra Kai'. You could try that."

Jaden nodded in aroused interest "Cool. I'll check it out."

The teacher, Ms. Green, spotted the two of them chatting and yelled out, "Keep the chitchat to a minimum in my class!"

The two girls got back to their separate assignments when Ms. Green noticed Jaden's attention being diverted towards her laptop.

"Ms. LaRusso. You are really keen on being distracted in my class today. Y'know what? Come up here and solve this question," the taller woman clicked her marker on the whiteboard, pointing towards the bold, black question the board displayed.

WHO WAS RHODESIA NAMED AFTER?

Jaden got up in discomfort, rubbing her fingers against eachother in a comforting motion. "Um...Rho-- Rhodesia was name--"

She felt sweat seep from her palms, her forehead was dampened by thick, abundant beads of sweat rolling down it as her heart began to beat in her ears. Suddenly, things that were once minority became prominent to her.

Was everything always so loud? Did she always feel as though she'd fall to the ground? Were her ears always ringing?

Her head buzzed when she felt more intense gazes land on her. She blinked tightly and dug her nails into her palms. "Rho-- Rhodesia was named after the colonial imperialist...C--"

"Cecil John Rhodes." Ms. Green finished, adjusting her glasses. "If you're not gonna pay attention, be caught up on world history," the woman handed Jaden a thick, vintagely painted textbook.

Jaden rushed towards the exit after slamming the book on her desk in a hurry. She ran towards the water closet without looking back.

She scurried into a stall and locked the door behind her, falling to her knees in a teary-eyed state. Her knees shook while pressed up to her chest in distress and her arms wrapped tightly around them.

Not long afterwards, Jaden heard the washroom's door open, the voice behind it revealing Aisha.

"Hey. How're you doing?" The coily-haired girl inquired. "Did you see me? I was a spectacle!" Jaden responded, briefly raising her head from her tear-soaked palms.

Aisha slid her backpack and her laptop underneath the stall door. "That's what this school'll do to you. Now you'll have the peace of invisibility. For the most part."

Jaden impatiently pushed her hair out of her face "It's gross. They're saying all these things and everybody's seen the pictures! I shouldn't've sent those, I feel fucking disgusting!"

Aisha rested her palm on the stall door "You couldn't've known Cameron would do that. Don't blame yourself for him being a crazy asshole," Jaden's head sank again and she sniffled, coughing and sobbing.

"I'm done! I'm done for! My parents will find out, the school will find out, God, my sister knows! The whole of the school will know by the end of this week. I'm done! There's no escaping this, I'm finished." The blonde cried out.

Aisha's face fell in sympathy "It'll be okay. Anybody who can't see you're the victim is blind." The girl, on the other side of the stall, parted her lips in exhaustion "I honestly just want to be alone right now."

Aisha picked up her school bag and slowly got up, making her way towards the door, "You sent those in the heat of the moment, you shouldn't blame yourself. Stay safe. I'm sorry." Jaden abruptly and roughly slammed her fist against the wall of the stall, sending vibrations and a loud impact throughout the washroom, "Sorry won't fix anything!"

_

Santiago walked through a now nearly empty parking lot, on his way to the subway station. His phone buzzed, a message from Alvaro was sent.

Dominguez

Alvaro: Nos vemos cerca de mi casa para conseguir 💥💥

The Velasquez boy looked around on verification before texting an "Okay" in response.

Cautiously putting away his phone, Santiago jumped when he felt a presence, then a tap on his shoulder. His head snapped back when he realised it was simply Demetri. "It's fine. It's just me. Goodbye." The shorter boy nodded awkwardly, internally waiting for Demetri to leave.

"Bye."

He continued his walk, though with more pace, to the underground entrance before walking into it.

Jaden trekked up the LaRusso driveway, her exercise bag in one hand and her backpack slung around her shoulder.

From the sides of her eye she could see her mother and father, Amanda and Daniel LaRusso, standing solemnly and sternly, though she payed them no mind. Her sole focus was her punching bag and getting to it. She had plenty of emotions to unleash.

She walked past Amanda, whom's face held a conflicted look. Jaden was stopped by Amanda's call out.

"Sabine. We need to discuss something." Jaden's heart skipped a beat, she turned around in curiosity, impatience, and anxiety.

These words were a precursor to the stunning news she would receive, which left her in a state of panic and fear.