Justice for Jenna Boardan High Series

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.