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Prolouge: Jennifer

And we begin

Jennifer was always Jennifer. It was Jennifer for Bobby, Annie, David, Joslynn, Dad, and Aunt Flora Mae. But Jennifer sounds like a grandma's name, they complained. Don't you want something more modern, y'know, like Jenny. But Jennifer liked the name Jennifer, it was her mom's name. So only her mom could call her Jenny.

When she moved in with Aunt Flora, it was Jen. Jennifer could settle on Jen. New life, new name. She still liked Jennifer better, but if it made Aunt Flora feel like they were getting closer, it was fine. Even if they were no closer than they were before.

When she went to school it was JJ. JJ made her feel like some bad ass, Wonder Woman-type superhuman. Even if for a moment. But then it was gone, and she was Jen again; the quiet girl.

But at least JJ had a friend, Aura Michaelson.

Aura was the bad ass to end all bad asses. She was cool inside and out, be it her heart or her expressions. Maybe that's why they got along so well; neither of them asked about the other, they just sat and ate in the lunchroom in silence, got up, said goodbye, and left. Even in the 5 years of their 'friendship,' they had never been to each others houses. And she was just JJ.

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JJ walked through the hallways or St. Marie High School, blue pristine lockers mocking her. The school was new, only a year on the ground, and in the middle of her Junior year, she switched. Jennifer still liked South Colinson High better.

When JJ pushed open the doors, the October air greeted her; cold, snappy, and oddly comforting. She wondered if the wind was mocking her, if so, it was fine. Everything was just fine.

JJ walked over on the sidewalk, getting closer and closer to downtown; a place of small business, children with ice cream cones in their hands, and where smiles were free.

Only when the weight of her book bag seemed nonexistent, the sidewalk turned, and the faded storefront signs were seen, did she feel like Jen. She pushed the door open, the little bells chimed. She turned to the small desk and put her name on the small paper that read Teen Writers for the Cans Hill Post. She turned and walked out of the small newspaper office without a word, taking a look at the piece of paper on the window. Teen Writers meet Friday at 4:00.

The teen smiled, in two days time, she might be Jennifer.

A/N
Suuuuuuper excited for this story! I hope you'll like it as much as I like writing it.

-Jamie