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My name is Sable Turner and I am a nobody. At least, that’s what it feels like most days. I can count on one hand the people who care about me and my well being. One is my sister Lizzie. The others are the hired help so they kind of get paid to care. My life is not as simple or as glamorous as you may think. Especially when you take into consideration that my mother and sister, Tabby are never around. My father is constantly traveling and my arch nemesis is my own flesh and blood cousin, who is hell bent on making my life as miserable as possible!
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I’ve been a bitch. 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 bitch, 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 dick 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?
What does one do when they finally realize the guy they’ve spent the better part of a decade or possibly two lusting after is a lost cause? I, of course, immediately take my friends’ advice to date the guy they believe is actually my M. Right.
Turns out, he’s so not. He’s actually everything I need to make me see I’ve been waiting around for Mr. Wrong for far too long. A chance encounter, while running an errand for the boss I hate, changes my life in ways I never believed would ever happen to me.
The stars must align or some other cosmic explanation. Either way, things flip in my favor in MAJOR ways. The shift happens so quickly, I swear I’m in one of my crazed dreams. Those are a poorly written cartoon animations and a highly sensationalized Broadway musical combined. Probably not the best thing to bring up right now.
Anyway, the past comes back with a vengeance and bites me in the ass. Hard. The effect it has shocks even me.
I never thought I’d come to have an understanding of the words, “Mean Girls rule”.
Not every mean girl sneers but they damn sure pack a punch.