In the park
At first glance she thought that this new place might just hold something, something more than what only you could see with you're average eye. When she looked around at the unfamiliarity of this place she was to call home, it was like a jolt of electricity through cold blue water and sent her the reality of the situation she was to call one of the most trashy places in town home. She was on the cusp of thirteen and new that this would now be her secret because when you're a teenage girl the last thing you want people to say is 'wow what trailer trash'. She looked around and with a sigh she exclaimed "Groveland manor, home sweet home." Veronica called her from inside her new home, "bring that bag in here," the voice of a woman that she barely knew rang in her ears. She had known Veronica for all her life, as she was her mother but had never really known her. Her connection with her mother was confusing. Since she was young her mother hadn't been there all the way emotional. Many times she had tried but for some reason the world hadn't been on her side. Her mother was tall, thin and had dark brown wavy hair, her eyes
But Claire was desperately seeking friendship. Her name was Jennifer soon Claire found out that Jennifer wasn't quite as innocent as she portrayed herself. On her first day of school she still felt unwelcome she met some new friends Heather, Matt, Breann, and Sarah. She was the same size as Claire maybe a little bigger but this made Claire's self consciousness about her weight momentarily disappear. Jennifer wasn't as smart as Claires normal friends, she was outspoken, loud, rude, and obnoxious. She had spent the last six months being locked in the house except for when she went to school not because Veronica made her but because she was scared of the people in her neighborhood. She was never one to want to talk about serious things and would rather make fun of her friends and make fun of other people she got a weird kick out of putting people down, that only made Claire more interested in her. Her previous home was in a worse neighborhood but the thought of the word 'trailer trash' made her queasy. Her dishwater blonde hair swung in front of her face as she walked into her house with yet another bag. When she moved there and told people where she was from they got misconceptions that she was stupid she then realized that the only way she was going to make friends was to lie and say she was from some other place. Her face was worn out wrinkled and yet in her eyes her mother was beautiful, she could never understand why though, after feeling neglected for so many years she found herself screaming for attention and love from Veronica. She never really felt like she was fitting in, in her old school she was often criticized because she was one of the only white girls in her school and had gotten all A's and some of the other kids claimed that it was just racism. She was used to being easily molded and adapted into new settings seeing as how she hadn't been at one school for more than a year at a time. Jenny had a thing for the 'bad boys' she liked almost all of the potheads, smokers and alcoholics in the park.
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