Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter One

I didn't like makeup. 

It was plain simple, but I had to wear it. It's not because my Grand Mother made me wear it, or that I do it to fit in with the "cool crowd"... I just wanted to hide my story from the world around me. This day was an important day, so I woke up at 5am just to get ready for it. Nana says I have to make a good impression, being my senior year at a new school and all. So I took the black eyeliner pencil up to my eye and drew a thin black line on my eyelid and under my eye. It was dark, as my Nana would put it, one thing a pretty lady should never wear. But I liked it, and that was good enough. Next came my foundation, dapping it on my pale skin to make me look like I wasn't stuck inside a house 24\7, and to cover up my pimple scars that sometimes made me look like I have freckles. 

My hair was the tricky part, it's a thick blue-black bunch of waves that poofed every time you brush it. Nana says it looks pretty, I say that maybe I should cut it fully off, maybe for cancer research... But for now I have to take a hour and a half to brush and straighten it, and after all that it researches my mid stomach. Long hair, one of my first enemies. I pulled on a tank top and a long sleeve shirt that is see-through but not so much you can see the jagged lines of a survivor's story. No, they weren't from a razor blade like some made rudely come to believe, they were from a stupid car accident. One I have tried over and over again to delete from my memories. 

Nana was still sleeping when I was finally finished with getting ready, I tiptoed past her bedroom door to the kitchen down the long hallway of the apartment. I couldn't help but glare at the pictures of smiling children and a happy couple. Kay and Harry, their image eats at me more than a zombie ever could. Picking at all my being, Nana says its not my fault and it never will be, but I can't help but believe it is. 

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I sat in the booster seat, uncomfortable of course but mother didn't care. Harry nearly stood on his seat to my right while Kay laid her head against the car's backseat window, sound to the world. None of us were alike, we were all different. Kay was the production of a prom-night gone wrong, a seventeen year old with hope and dreams who never spoke to me unless she was getting paid to babysit me, which wasn't as often as it use to be since Kay demanded pay. Harry on the other hand came after my parents wedding, honey moon love I think. You could notice he was there from miles away due to the fact he was abnormally loud and taller for average eleven-year-old. Then there was me, the one who was suppose to never arrive. The one who destroyed the divorce that was to come, not my fault I was born. At this time I'm only four, the baby in the family. Kay was so beautiful, her long dark as chocolate brown hair curled to a perfect and laid on her shoulders as she slept. Her eyes were closed but I could see a tint of shining emerald green eyes peeking through, or that just might be my eyes playing tricks on me like usual, and she was lucky enough to be able to aqquire the Cross' gene of a heart shaped face, I wish I wasn't the odd ball out of this family and inherited they Wells' face. Harry, though, was the total opposite. his eyes were a dirty green filled with hate torwards me whenever I looked at his heart-shaped, of course like Kay's. His hair was a dark brown, like Kay's, again, and was too shaggy for my liking. 

Harry waved his dirty hands in my face, then when that annoying movement didn't give him the older brother statisfaction, he went to pull my curls. My wines for mother to pay attention to what Harry was doing was ignored. I did what any other toddler may do. I bit him. Harry jumped back right away, holding his right hand I had bit in his left. His taste remained on my tongue, the disgusting taste of building blocks and dirt. I looked up and saw Harry had began to cry, holding his hand that hardly had a indent but he overreacted and made it seem like I drew blood with my vampire teeth. What a drama queen. But that grabbed mother's attention.

"Jenna Mackenzie Wells, what are you doing!" Mom snapped. "Did you bite your brother?!? That isn't fit. Didn't I teach you some manners?" I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off. "Don't even attempt to make excuses young lady. Biting people is very inpolite. Henry do you see what your daughter did?" She looked at my father. "Henry, look!" She grabbed his face and forced it to look at me. 

Kay was wide awaken now, staring at what we all thought was a empty road. "DADDY LOOK OUT?" It didn't even last a second and I was flung out the window unto the cold pavement. 

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"You okay Jennie-bear?" Nana's voice tcaught me off guard, making me jump about a foot. "Or sorry honey, you were just so fazed upon your sister's graduation picture for so long, I needed to wake you up."

Oh, I was. Staring me down was a girl with long curls and a toothy smile taken thirteen years before. Thirteen years that could of been used for something amazing in life, but really was spent in the cold ground. "I'm okay Nana. I was just zoned out for a bit. She was so beautiful, I wonder what she'd be like today. I always seem to wonder that," I told her. 

"She'd be strong and beautiful like you," Nana laid a hand on my shoulder. "This time next year, your picture will be standing on that wall. My two beautiful senior girls." Nana walked on to the bathroom. 

Beautiful? Of course Nana would say that. Family was required to say such things about other family members. It was common knowledge. Nana shouldn't say I'm beautiful. Beautiful doesn't cause car accidents. Beautiful doesn't kill your sister.

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