It was always work,work, work. It had always been. For the past two years of her life, she'd been involved with two jobs, well, the first job she'd had for a good four years,the second she got two years ago. But this was only her second year of working two of them, and her second year of being..clean. From the age of 13 all the way up to 18 Jennifer had been a party animal, going to clubs, getting drunk all the time, even showing up to class drunk, which prompted a phone call and made teachers question the way she was raised in class. The blond could remember, and wish she didn't, how, to be blunt, "fucked" up she was, often getting in angry screaming fights with her friends and parents, who'd decided that she needed to clean up.
But it wasn't till she was 18 did that happen. She'd been driving and her sister was in the car with her. A drunk driver swerved and slammed into their car hard. It broke a few of Jen's ribs and to this day there's an very slight indentation of where her ribs shattered at. But Kate took it the worst,having multiple lacerations,including on her liver, broken bones, and her tailbone broken. Jen felt so bad even though she'd been sober, and she never drank if she had to drive, she saw how horrible drinking really was and swore to clean herself up. And she did. Amazingly enough, no one thought Katelyn would recover and two years later here she was in 7th grade, playing soccer and running around like nothing ever happened.
So Jen had stopped drinking so much even though she still did, just rarely, and focused on her work. She also went to college,where she was at right now, and did her hardest to get her grades up, which they were. She was doing very well but people kept telling her to slow down and not take on so many responsibilities, that she'd burn herself out. Well, she couldn't help it. She had to. Even though she often skipped meals, and didn't sleep that well which she blamed on her frequent insomnia, and when she did sleep it was often hunched over her table while she was doing work.
Right now the blue eyed blond was in her dorm room, relaxing for the night. She figured she could rest a little, having finished her homework. But she should still study,she thought and yawned, grabbing her English book and opening it up,looking it up and down. Hm, maybe she should call one of her friends. No, she didn't want to bother them, but she did flip through her phone,reading texts she got earlier and responding to them. Jennifer leaned back and looking down, began to read.
But it wasn't till she was 18 did that happen. She'd been driving and her sister was in the car with her. A drunk driver swerved and slammed into their car hard. It broke a few of Jen's ribs and to this day there's an very slight indentation of where her ribs shattered at. But Kate took it the worst,having multiple lacerations,including on her liver, broken bones, and her tailbone broken. Jen felt so bad even though she'd been sober, and she never drank if she had to drive, she saw how horrible drinking really was and swore to clean herself up. And she did. Amazingly enough, no one thought Katelyn would recover and two years later here she was in 7th grade, playing soccer and running around like nothing ever happened.
So Jen had stopped drinking so much even though she still did, just rarely, and focused on her work. She also went to college,where she was at right now, and did her hardest to get her grades up, which they were. She was doing very well but people kept telling her to slow down and not take on so many responsibilities, that she'd burn herself out. Well, she couldn't help it. She had to. Even though she often skipped meals, and didn't sleep that well which she blamed on her frequent insomnia, and when she did sleep it was often hunched over her table while she was doing work.
Right now the blue eyed blond was in her dorm room, relaxing for the night. She figured she could rest a little, having finished her homework. But she should still study,she thought and yawned, grabbing her English book and opening it up,looking it up and down. Hm, maybe she should call one of her friends. No, she didn't want to bother them, but she did flip through her phone,reading texts she got earlier and responding to them. Jennifer leaned back and looking down, began to read.