Start Over (Jensoo)

I Would Give You An Award But I Don't Like You

Jennie's POV

We were completing the cast wrap up party for the season in mid-July.

We were going to watch the first epsiode, party and won't before the season released 2 weeks later.

I'm happy. So happy!

Now I don't have to see dumb, stupid Jisoo for the rest of my miserable life.

I was wearing a black dress with small sandals heels. It was short sleeved and flowy, moving with me as I walked and fluttering around my knees.

I was holding a plate and trying to eat the delicious food that I had decided to sponsor since they complained about the food being poor quality.

I have way too much money for myself. Maybe I should get a pet...

I was a foster child. I moved from house to house for most of my life. My parents split up and left me in an adoption center at the age of 10, saying that they didn't want or need a memory of each other.

I always knew I would do something unconventional. I loved music ever since I could play my first piano piece, which my first foster parents lovingly let me have before they had a child and gave me back....

As if I was a child to rent.

My second foster parents only took me in once they realized how talented I was. They indulged me but never loved me.

I had been taken away from them once they found out my foster father had gotten into a fraud scheme, thus ending him in debt.

Not the place for a child apparently.

My third foster home was just when I was entering high school.

It was awkward. I didn't know anyone and I was going through changes and hormones.

The woman that had taken me in was the only kind person to me.

A single woman at the age of 40. She was a doctor and explained that she would take me and give me a house for some time.

She wasn't mean. She wasn't nice. She wasn't warm. And she wasn't ice. She was just...

The only person I could call mom.

One of the only people I trusted besides Roseanne.

She's the one who pushed me, despite my hesitation, to pursue music as a career when Ashton Entertainment came knocking on my door at the age of 17.

She was a constant supporter. My number one fan. Even if she didn't have the emotional capacity to show it.

She was there. She showed up.

And then she was gone.

Car accident they said.

She died when I was 19.

And if you connected the dots...followed tabloids....you'll know I started to fit the bad girl rep my company wanted me to have a little bit before that point. But I really embraced afterwards as a sort of coping mechanism.

Searching for love and happiness that could fill the void in me.

I still remember the day I went to her apartment and found her secret stash of all my albums and a paper ranking them in her favorites.

(Of course, my first album, "Whenever You're Not" was her favorite.)

And a small note saying,

"Either Jennie's changed or her music has."