The 7 Sides Of Jenna
A girl named Jenna somehow get thrown into a weird place, and tries to figure out their secrets, while they try to figure out her secrets. Jenna stumbles onto something she wasn't suppose to see. . .
If you're wondering, the name's Jenna. Just plain old Jenna. That's it. Just Jenna, Thanks. That's my name, Jenna. Brown hair, grey eyes, tall, skinny, sly, and mischief. Yep. That's me. I always get in trouble-- wait, correction, I don't get in trouble, I make trouble. :)
So your probably wondering where I am. I could be here and there. But the thing is I've been everywhere. By myself. Yup. Just myself. I've been to Wisconsin, Texas, California, New York, Cancun, Washington, Louisiana, and here. And your probably wondering where is "here." "Here" is Washington D.C. My recent was New York. And your thinking, how did she get there? Well, that, you don't need to know, for now. Just for safe measures.
All eight places, counting this one (D.C.), I've been seven different people. In seven different places. And seven different personalities. It might sound crazy, but there's seven of me--us. They wouldn't have come into this world, unless I created them. Those lucky seven people wouldn't be here if it wouldn't have been for me. I was their creator. I made them. I brought them to life. You get the picture.
I stand on F Street and tug my hoodie tighter to me, and looked around at the other streets. I'm standing in the dim flickering street light that's above me. Snow starts to fall on my face, hair and my black vest. I pull up the hood of the jacket and put it on my head. I pull my black tee shirt down and looked down at my black converse. Black jeans, black tee, and black converse, looks like I'm gonna rob something or someone. . .
I start walking down the street and all of the sudden, I'm thrown in the back of a van, and darkness sweeps up on me.
I wake up to whiteness. Really. Everything's. . . white.
"Am I dead?" I apparently say out loud.
Come to think of it. I don't think I thought heaven was so white. And I never thought Heaven would have a table, two chairs, a table and one huge black screen that I can only see my reflection-
Wait a minute. I'm not dead. I'm. Not. Dead. I say the words slowly over and over again in my mind. There's a black huge window to my right and I can only see my reflection in it. Come on, Jenna, think. Think, Jenna. Of course! In the cop shows they only have a black reflection window to see their suspects when they interview them!!! How could I be so STUPID???
I walk towards the window. Once I got to it, I stare straight into/at it. I face set grim, I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF, WUSSES?! GET OUT HERE!!!" And then I hear whispers, furious whispers. Then, it stops. All of the sudden I hear a door opening and closing.
So your probably wondering where I am. I could be here and there. But the thing is I've been everywhere. By myself. Yup. Just myself. I've been to Wisconsin, Texas, California, New York, Cancun, Washington, Louisiana, and here. And your probably wondering where is "here." "Here" is Washington D.C. My recent was New York. And your thinking, how did she get there? Well, that, you don't need to know, for now. Just for safe measures.
All eight places, counting this one (D.C.), I've been seven different people. In seven different places. And seven different personalities. It might sound crazy, but there's seven of me--us. They wouldn't have come into this world, unless I created them. Those lucky seven people wouldn't be here if it wouldn't have been for me. I was their creator. I made them. I brought them to life. You get the picture.
I stand on F Street and tug my hoodie tighter to me, and looked around at the other streets. I'm standing in the dim flickering street light that's above me. Snow starts to fall on my face, hair and my black vest. I pull up the hood of the jacket and put it on my head. I pull my black tee shirt down and looked down at my black converse. Black jeans, black tee, and black converse, looks like I'm gonna rob something or someone. . .
I start walking down the street and all of the sudden, I'm thrown in the back of a van, and darkness sweeps up on me.
I wake up to whiteness. Really. Everything's. . . white.
"Am I dead?" I apparently say out loud.
Come to think of it. I don't think I thought heaven was so white. And I never thought Heaven would have a table, two chairs, a table and one huge black screen that I can only see my reflection-
Wait a minute. I'm not dead. I'm. Not. Dead. I say the words slowly over and over again in my mind. There's a black huge window to my right and I can only see my reflection in it. Come on, Jenna, think. Think, Jenna. Of course! In the cop shows they only have a black reflection window to see their suspects when they interview them!!! How could I be so STUPID???
I walk towards the window. Once I got to it, I stare straight into/at it. I face set grim, I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF, WUSSES?! GET OUT HERE!!!" And then I hear whispers, furious whispers. Then, it stops. All of the sudden I hear a door opening and closing.
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