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Jenna Cavanaugh sat on her bed. Her palm was gliding through the Braille book feeling the bumps on it and forming the letters inside her head. It was summer and she was done with high school. She was done with everything in Rosewood. She didn't want to stay there anymore with her dad. She wanted to start a fresh life rather than living in the past with the horrific memories of her brother and her accident. She felt around the room for her walking stick and she grabbed it. She stood up from her bed and tapped the stick on the wooden floor as she walked downstairs to join her dad for breakfast.
"Hello sweetheart," Mr. Cavanaugh greeted her as she walked downstairs.
"Morning dad," Jenna said as she felt for a chair and pulled it away from the table and sat down.
Mr. Cavanaugh set down a plate of toast with raspberry jam and a glass of orange juice for her. Jenna took it and drank it.
"Dad," she spoke up, "I want to move."
"What?" Mr. Cavanaugh said as he turned around and looked at his daughter. She was staring straight ahead as if she was looking out the window.
"I said I want to move. I can't stay here anymore," Jenna explained.
"What's wrong with Rosewood?"
"Too many painful memories," she said. "I haven't told you this but I paid for a flight ticket to Malibu, California."
"How did you manage to do this?" her father demanded.
Jenna turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes masqueraded behind the big glasses that made her look mysterious. "I had someone at school do it for me."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Because I knew that you wouldn't let me go," she answered.
"You're damn right I won't let you go," her dad almost yelled. "I mean you going out there into the world alone with nobody to take care of you."
"Did you think that when you left mom and married another woman with an awful son?" Jenna asked him.
Her dad stopped. His jaw hanging. "N-no," he admitted.
"That's the reason why I'm leaving," Jenna said, "to erase my mind from Toby, Ali's death, and my accident."
"When are you going to leave?" her dad asked her.
"Today," she said. She got up from the chair and felt around the house with the stick. "I'm going to go and pack."
"I'll help you," her dad said as he gently took her by the elbow and led her upstairs.
Jenna sat down on the bed while her dad took out a suitcase and loaded it up with her clothes.
"When will you be back?" Mr. Cavanaugh asked.
"I don't know," Jenna answered. "Whenever I feel like it."
When Mr. Cavanaugh finished loading up her suitcase he took her to the car along with the dog that Jenna used as he guide. He drove her to the airport.