This Is …Me
Summary: Jennifer De Silva is like your normal, typical, over-ambitious and highly intelligent teenager. There's only a few things wrong with her life: She doesn't have a boyfriend, her whole family are keeping secrets from her AND she can talk to ghosts.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mediator BUT I DO own several of the characters i.e. the next generations of DeSilvas, McTavishes, Slaters, Ackermans etc. AND I own this amazing plot which might have been used before by someone else but I dunno…whatever
A/N. Jen writes in normal script, Odette in bold italics and Brooke, in bold. Letters and E-mails are in italics and stressed words are underlined
14-06-31 9:43 am English Lit.
Oh my God, did you hear?
What?
I'm running for President!
No way!
Yes way!
If you win, we could make school days longer!
Jen…
And abolish Prom!
Jen…
AND make sure the teachers give extra homework! This is gonna be so exciting!
Jen, I know schoolwork is important, but there are other things in life! And abolishing Prom? NO WAY!
You're only saying that cos you have your sight on that new dress from Aunty Gina's boutique AND your mum said you could dye your eyebrows and hair to make you look less like an albino and THEN, all the guys will be after you including good ones. But me? The guys after me are freshmen, sophomores, Zack and the football Club. Sooo not my type.
Maybe the guys you want to like you will if you loosen up a bit, like letting your hair down?
I RESPECT these plaits
But none of the guys do
What I am supposed to do then? Just parade around with my hair all open and loose?
That's the general idea of letting your hair down
No can do
Why?
I'll look like a slut
How does leaving you hair open make you look like a slut?
Because all the Ambers and Charlotte's of the world leave their hair open
Oh…OH, I get your point
Exactly
But I leave my hair open…does that mean I look like a slut?
No! You're…known for leaving your hair open…but me, I'm not, so if I leave my hair open, everyone will think I'm suddenly a guy hunter-NEVER gonna happen
But people know you're not like that! Look, I think that since summer is coming, you should try and be a party girl. Loosen up a little-
To Miss De Silva and Miss McTavish, you are expected in Room 21 for detention after school.
From,
Mr Dorian Smith
D.S
4:00 pm
Okay, this can NOT be happening!
Detention? Me? You're kidding right?
I'm supposed to be good – good people DON'T get detention!
It'll go on my permanent record!
People will call me 'The Detention Girl'.
I won't be expected into Ivy League schools!
I won't get into Harvard!
I'll end up working at McDonalds, and even there no-one will trust me.
I'll be the girl everyone thinks will skive off work to have fun, the girl who no one thinks will get very far because of her laziness.
Brooke didn't say anything about the detention-even when I repeated all of the things above twice.
"It's only a detention," she remarked.
And mum?
Mum didn't even blink twice when I told her what had happened.
"So?" she asked.
I looked at her pointedly.
"It could ruin my chances of getting into Harvard."
This made Mum laugh! Laugh!
How could she laugh about my future?
And that's exactly what I told her.
"Jen, its one detention-one. Compared to what I was like when I was your age, a detention was nothing."
I actually have no clue what she was like when she was my age.
Mum doesn't really like to talk about it.
Even when I asked her how she met Dad, she didn't say anything.
I have a feeling she's keeping a secret from me and Kenny-something which Dad knows but we don't.
Speaking of Dad, at least he was more considerate than Mum was.
"A detention! Jennifer, you must feel bad."
I nodded; dad's so nice.
Sometimes, he acts like a person who was born centuries ago-he's very old fashioned about some things.
Sometimes, I feel that he's also keeping a secret from Kenny and me.
But it's not like we don't have our own secrets to hide.
Like the fact that Kenny and me can speak to ghosts