This is not my story. It's a friend of mines and I told her I would post it for her. I hope you guys enjoy this.
The warm heat burned against my skin as I walked to Starbucks. It's become a routine that if I
don't go to Starbucks every morning then I has been proven that I don't focus properly. For
example I walked into a lamp post last week. It really hurt. I am currently living in an apartment just off the centre of London and its beautiful, it has 4 bedrooms and a huge kitchen lounge.
My dad is a famous director and has worked for hundreds of artists from Beyonce to Michael Jackson. My name is Jenna, Jenna Spink. I'm 18 and my dad believes that I should be independent and learn to live for myself, so he bought me a beautiful apartment and he gives me a generous allowance each month, enough to pay for all my luxuries.
My dad is my only parent now; my mother died when having me. She lost too much blood. It is sad because I never met, my dad says I look just like her. She was beautiful for the pictures I seen; long brown wavy hair, light brown eyes and a skinny figure like me.
As I walked along the path I looked down at my high waisted denim shorts and white crop top. I had military boots on and lots of bracelets. They were my kinda thing!
