Hello.
My name is Jenna. I’m a new member of YWS as of October 13, 2010. Let me tell you all a little about myself.
I am fifteen years old, and I will be sixteen is less than eight weeks. Yes, I still count down the days, and I will until the day I die. Yes, I am excited to get my license but also frightened at the same time, for fear of – well, accidents.
I live in Misery, more formally known as Missouri. Don’t ever live here. If you already do, I’m sorry. There is not a lot to enjoy about this dreaded place and I plan of leaving to where ever I can go whenever I can.
If America is a melting pot – or a “salad bowl” as I like to call it, then Missouri is the salad bowl of America. And St. Louis is the salad bowl of Missouri. And my high school is salad bowl of Missouri. There is nothing this place is defined to. It’s hard to be an individual kind in a place where everyone tries so hard to be different. But, somehow, I tend to be the odd one out.
I find myself walking through the halls of high school and I think, ‘God, I hate high school’. I hate the obnoxious people that don’t move fast enough. I hate the flirty ones who can’t keep their hands to themselves. I despise the athletic ones who look great all the time. I loathe the funny ones whose company is always enjoyed. I hate that I didn’t make my schools’ improv team, even though I would of hated it if I did happen to make it. I hate it that I haven’t got a part in a play since eighth grade. I dislike that the only things I’m involved in includes everyone else. I love being alone.
I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate all this. I have a lot of friends and loved ones. Don’t get me wrong. They just wouldn’t like what I share. Not Nick, not my friends, not my parents. No one.
