Names Jenny, Jenny Curls. Yep im a bad ass, I take drugs and I drink. Dont ask why I just do, its my style. Anyway im 16 years old and im an orphan. Im moving to a different orphanage because the other orphanage couldnt control me. I catch the plane to England tomorrow, thats where the orphanage is. My parents died in a car crash 7 years ago, sadly I survied.
I only have to pack the last few things like my blades and shit, I use the blades to cut my wrists. I want to stop but I cant, something keeps making me do it. Im all packed now, I called a taxi and droved to the airport. The flight is ginna take about 2 hours. I hop on the plane by my self and sit down in my seat.
2 hours later......
Apparently I fell asleep because I woke up by a bump. I turn around and theres a little rat bag kicking my chair. I growled at him, he just poke his tounge out and stopped kicking my chair. I was almost at the airport in England. The plane landed, about time, and there was my tour lady to take me to the orphanage.
I finally made it to the orphanage. I walked in with my head low chewing gum. Miss Jenkins showed me around the school then stopped me to talk about the rules. I wasnt really listening. In the corner of my eye, I could see a really hot guy helping a bunch if small girls. Once upon atime I use to be like that, wearing pretty pink dresses with bows in my hair. Thats before the crash, I thought to myself.
I walk to my room, head down and still chewibg gum, thats when I bumped into someone. It was him, the really hot guy helping those little girls. He helped me up and sorry.
"hey im sorry, the names Max." he said while I walked off.
I stopped and turned around.
"Its alright and my banes Jenny, Jenny Curls." I replied.
After I said that I walked off leaving him behind.
oh how i wish i actually said something other than my name, anyway.
