Synopsis
I’ve been a b****. I know this.
It’s not something that I’m particularly proud of and it’s not something that I
had intended to stop being. At least, I hadn’t until recently. I got what older
people call “a taste of my own medicine.” I don’t think I deserved that taste.
I have lived through a disgustingly dirty sea of pain and horror. I wanted
others to feel that pain, know that fear. People would understand better if
they knew my story. Sable probably wouldn’t care after everything that I did to
her, everything I put her through. I wish I would’ve had the courage to let her
know what was going on, instead of being the coward I was and giving her a
glimpse of my pain. I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive,
alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I’m told. If that
wasn’t enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High
School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah,
I’m a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps
me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life. Is it possible
for one that has this as the introduction to their "Who am I?" essay
to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary
for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway
to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?
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