Jennifer Marie Younge

[Jennifer Younge]

The easy S T U F F . . .

Name: Jennifer Marie Younge
Nickname: Jen-Jen, Jen, Jenni, Jenna... anything really, as long as it isn't insulting.
Age: Thirteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Telepathy; At the moment, all Jenni can get from her telepathy is unconsciously sent words. Often described as (By Jenni) Someone shouting. She gets headaches often, like anyone would after hearing people shout all day everyday. She also sends out 'shouts', though doesn't realize it, and no-one has told her of it yet.
Play By: Bianca Ryan.

Let it F L O W . . .

{May 20th 2008}
Mom's crying again. I think dad called her a whore. I can see her in the dining room, with a bottle of wine on the table and a box of tissues. This time it was bad. Their wedding picture has been smashed. They've been arguing for ages now, but this one was worse then any of the ones before. I think they might split up. I just wish I had someone to talk to.
"Mom?"
"Go out and play Jenni, Mommy's fine"
She's lying, she's not fine. She's drinking and crying. Always crying.

"Dad?"
"Oh Jenni, I'm so sorry sweetie"
"Dad are you leaving?"
"Of course not."
"Whys mom crying?"
"Jennifer, me and your mother... well, we're... Don't worry about it darling, Its nothing for you to bother about"
He's lying to. It is for me to bother about. They;re too busy shouting at each other to do it.

{July 15th 2008}
I knew he was lying. He left. He packed his bags and walked out the door last night. Didn't even say bye. Mom's crying. I tried to make her a cup of tea, but I burnt myself. She yelled at me then, calling me stupid. Told me to go to Mrs Patterson's. I'm at her house now.
"Jen-Jen, you shouldn't try to make cups of tea until you can reach the kettle properly. "
"Mom was upset, I wanted to cheer her up."
"You just leave that to the adults dear, you're too young to be messing about with hot water."
"I'm not! I'm not a child! I'm not too young! You're all the same! Treating me like a baby! Leave me alone, I can take care of myself!"

{November 30th 2008}
"Jennifer, are you a girl or not? Why do you insist on wearing boy clothes all the time. If i wanted a son, I would have had a son! But no, I wanted a daughter and a daughter I have, so you shall wear a dress and look like a girl if its the last thing i do!"
"OK Mom, I'll wear the dress, please stop shouting"
"Don't you dare cry, don't you dare start blubbering, that's why your father left, he couldn't stand having such a crybaby for a child. Shut up! Shut up now!"

{December 3rd 2008}
"Sit up straight darling, got to impress all the nice rich people."
"OK mom."
"Good Girl Jennifer, you are such a good little daughter"

{January 17th 2008}
"Mom, where's dad ?"
"I don't know do i? Why do you want to know anyway?"
"Because I miss him"
"I see, is that why you made him leave me? He left me Jennifer, and it was all you're fault! If you had been a better girl he would have stayed!"

{November 12th 2009}
Dad came to pick me up. He just appeared on day and said he was keeping me until Christmas, mom didn't want him to, (I didn't want him to either, but they ignored me.) and they had another row. He took me to his anyway. He's trying to get me to live with him. But I don't want to. He already left once, he might do it again, and this time mom won't be there to look after me. He thinks everything is OK with us. He think i just don't want to leave mom. And i don't, Who will look after her? Besides, I don't trust my dad anymore. He hurt me too much. He'll leave again. I know he will.

{December 25th 2009}
Everyone is here. Everyone. Dad remarried and I two step sisters. They keep calling me fat and ugly, but i don't care. They never say it when dad is around. I want to go home.

{January 15th 2010}
Mom called the police, and told them dad had kidnapped me. They took me home in a police car, and mom was really nice to me. The told the police not to press charges, but she got an injunction against him. He's not allowed within 15" of me. She told them she is scared for my safety. I didn't say anything. She'd do it no matter what I said. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't care. Not really.

{January 25th 2010}
"How did you do it?"
"Do what mom?"
"Find your father?"
"I didn't"
"Don't lie to me, Jeni."

{January 30th 2010}
"Mom, why did you and dad break up? Really I mean."
"I told you, It was your fault."
"No mom, stop lying, I didn't do anything wrong"
"Its OK Jennifer, I'm not angry anymore"
"Mom!"
"Jenni! Its OK."
"I hate you!"
"Don't you slam the doors in my house Missy!"

{February 27th 2010}
The door creaked, giving me away. It didn't work anyway. Mom was waiting for me.
"Where have you been?"
"Out." I took off my coat and jogged upstairs.
"Jeni!"
I slammed my door. Who care what time I come in? She doesn't, in fact, the more reason I give her to be mad at me, the happier she was. I don't care anyway. Whats the point?

{March 21st 2010}
Jeni, I have decided that you are grounded, you are in late every night. I will drive you to school and back, otherwise you are to stay in you room.
She locked my door. She locked my in my own room! She knows I hate being locked in places! She knows this. I'd completely exhausted myself by trying the break my door open. It didn't work, and when I shouted she turned up the telly. I don't care anyway, she can lock my up, she doesn't know about the window yet.

{May 17th 2010}
I'm officially ungrounded. Mom said it was a birthday present. I've been sneaking out of the house for the past couple of months. Weird things keep happening. I keep hearing thing that people don't say. Mrs Patterson said she felt sorry for me. Well I heard her say it anyway. She said she never said such a thing. She took me to the doctors. I think she thought I was hearing voices. That what the doctor basically asked me anyway. I am hearing voices. But he doesn't know whats wrong with me, because they aren't telling me to do bad things. Just telling me what people think... I think I can read minds.

{June 1st 2010}
Mom's going mad. There was this letter on the table when I came in. It said i was one of the Meta-humans. She keeps threatening to throw me out. But then says it doesn't matter anyway because I have to go to school with the rest of the freaks. She keeps yelling at me to. Telling me to stop doing freaking things.

{June 5th 2010}
A man came. Like the letter said. He told me and mum all this stuff about the school. Mum started crying, begging me not to leave her too. She told me she was sorry, and it was all her fault dad left. But the man said I had to go. For my safety. Mom bought me a phone and keeps calling me, asking how I am. She said she's worried about me, and is going to move to the town. I don't think she's well to be honest.

Behind the M A S K . . .

Name: Hezzi
Age: Twenty-One
RP Experience: 6-7 years, on/off
How did you find us?: Caution.

Show your S K I L L S . . .

Jennifer was nervous. She has no idea where she was, and she had to meet a load of new students. It was her first day at this new school. She felt a little weird too. She didn't have her mother screaming at her. No. She just had a hundred other people shouting at her. She was told she had telepathy, and to be honest? Jen hated it. She had a head ache more often then not now, and she couldn't concentrate. It was as if her power had gotten stronger over night. Or maybe it was just because she knew more about it now. She had headaches back at home, but not this bad. This was blinding. This really hurt.

Sitting on her hands, Jennifer looked around trying hard to ignore the noise in her head. Why was it all so loud. She was told she would be able to control it as she learned more about it. Right now, all she wanted was to turn it off. It hurt.

There were a lot of people around her. She only sat here because she was told to 'mingle'. Jeni hated to mingle, she hated crowds. How was she suppose to make new friends when she had a pounding headache anyway? Jeni just wanted to curl up with a good book, or possibly a laptop, so she could hide away in the imaginary world. That would be nice. A sweet little pretend world to escape to. If only. Her phone chimed and Jeni sighed. She knew who it was before she even pulled it out her baggy-jean pocket. She ignored it though, despite knowing she would regret it later. Now was not the time.

The room looked so hectic. Everyone seemed busy and charged up, or maybe that was how Jeni perceived it. After all, she was hearing spoken words as well as random thoughts. That make it sound like there was double the number of people. It really didn't help Jeni's dislike of crowds. She felt as if she was trapped in the middle. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. First impressions were important, she didn't want people thinking she was crazy before she'd even said Hello. Why couldn't she just make friends easier? Why did she have trust issues? In fact, why did she have to grow older then eight? Eight was a good age. Oh well, what good was wishing? They never come true.

[Mads ♥]

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