Southern Belle

Meet Jessica

"JESSICA KATHLEEN GRANT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" I heard my daddy holler from downstairs. I sighed, wondering what was wrong this time. As I was walking down the stairs, I heard gun shots go off. I yelped and grabbed hold of the stairwell for support. "Daddy?" I called out. I creeped into the kitchen to see my daddy laying in a pool of blood. I look to the left of him and see a handgun. There was a note in the center of the kitchen table. I cupped my hand over my mouth and started crying. All of my maids and butlers came rushing in and saw what happened. My nurse maid, Betty Jean, wrapped her arms around me and held me, while I'm still crying. The police came and asked if I had any other relatives. I said yes, and told them they live in Gotham City. My Mama's brother lives there with his wife and kids. See, Mama came from Gotham. She fell madly in love with my daddy, but she died when I was about three years old. She caught some flu, and it was bad. My daddy has never been the same. The police told me it was my decision about what happened to me, seeing that I was almost 19 years of age. I thanked them for their time and then ran up to my room. I grabbed a large duffle and stuffed it with everything I could. I stuffed it with clothes, a few pieces of my Mama's jewelry, my daddy's favorite watch, some pictures, my laptop, a hairbrush that was my mama's, and a picture of my mama and daddy holding me when I was a baby. I ran down the stairs and grabbed all of the money that was actually in the house, plus my credit card. I automatically got all of the money that was my daddy's, because he never was in debt or beyond payments. So now I was a billionaire, I guess. I went to Betty Jean and gave her a huge hug, and she gave me a bag of cookies for the trip there. I walked to the bus station, and took the long bus ride to Gotham City, scared out of my mind.