That Little Gift That Meant Everything To Me

It was morning, quite early too, still a little chilly. I was walking along the beach, both of my hands in my jacket snuggling up with myself keeping warm in the chilly ocean breeze, listening to the music that the waves made for me, the rhythm of the water clashing against the rocks and the sand. The fresh air with a hint of seaweed. The sun on the horizon and the sail boats that have gone out early and now you can just see them in the distance. It was pure perfection, I was in love. This is all I needed.

At first I was quiet scared of moving, I was scared of how people would look at me and say "who's the ugly new girl" or "eww what a slut". I was scared of people knowing my past at my old school, finding out why I had moved. I was scared of people getting to know me. I was.... I was scared of people.

My first name is Jen short for Jennifer and my surname is Phillips, Jennifer Phillips, I'm 16 and I'm a mother of a 2 yr old girl named Samantha, and this, this is my story.