<strong>NAME:</strong>Jenna Smith<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Deadpool hoodie, white t shirt, jeans<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Entering the Kitchen<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Underage Drinking<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Jenna6546.JPG)</div>Jenna walked through the door, with her hood up, and hands thrust in jacket pockets. She didn't look up, at first, she stared at white toes, of her sneakers. She wasn't ready, yet, for seeing who arrived to the party. If some people she knew, were there? She was leaving! And if she knew nobody? She was leaving too!<br/><br/>Also, Jenna stared at her toes, so she didn't wobble much. She stole a flask of bourbon, from her father, before she leaved her house. She drank some, of it, on the way. It tasted terrible, like cough syrup and paint thinner together! But, by time she arrived at party, she hands tingled, head head felt fuzzy. And she felt happy, a little. She understood, for first time, why her father drank so much.<br/><br/>Jenna was the little warm, in her hoodie. She always wore them, they hid bruises, on her arms. Always, she had bruises, from her father grabbing, or hitting her. It felt good for sneaking out of her own house, and getting away from it.<br/><br/>The party house, it was dirty, and smelled funny, like cigarettes and rotten fruits. Jenna didn't care. There was ice bucket, with cans of beer, by a door. Jenna took a can, she waited for someone yelling at her, to stop. When no one did, she opened it, very quick, and sipped it. It tasted awful, like her bourbon, cheap and bad. But she still sipped more, and walked more into house.<br/><br/>When Jenna heard band start playing, she pulled back her hood, and looked around. She felt ready, for maybe seeing her classmates, again.