Prologue:
Every day I lived I never knew who I was or what I would be like as an adult. Either I would be a beautiful wife at 18 or a useless drug addict. I knew, no matter what , my father would be there. He’d just look at what I had done and just accept it. He’d tell me,
“Jenna Alburn! What shit do i gotta do this time?”
If it was me cheating at school or her smelling the pot that lingered on my breath, she didn’t care. She just took it as it was. And that's how we survived. We would do everything we could. He had a job as a lawyer and he let me go to see him in court. I was so fascinated about how the court worked and how cool my father was. He taught me all the do’s and don'ts.
The day he had passed it was a nightmare. Nothing felt the same or right. He was the only person I had ever trusted and nearly my only friend in life. From that day on I was with my mom.
My mother really never cared about me. My dad was a lawyer so it didn’t matter how much she spended or if I was fed or not. She married my dad because he got her pregnant on her 19th birthday so she had to. Back then things were different. I never knew she was there until she would burst in the door drunker than hell and pissed about nothin.
The day my dad died she wasn’t any more sad than I was. She told me that I was either being dramatic,dumb, or selfish. After that day she kept drinking and I stopped caring.
I had gotten a journal from my father. He was very into being a ‘witch.’ He would write his thoughts and spells in a journal. Everyone thought he was weird but I thought he was cool. This journal was something else. It had some prophecy in it. I was wondering what this thing was called.
Who was my father and what is Cyntrine?
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Life Is NOT a Fairytale
FantasyJenna is 22 year old woman with an interesting life. After her father dies he leaves her his journal. This leads her to he home land. she then has to decide which is better for her. Do what the prophet says or take her own destiny in her own hands ...
