Unexpected Changes
Summary: Jenna Reid, age 15, has been living with her neglectful aunt and uncle since her father left and her mother committed suicide 9 years ago. After a tragic car accident, Jenna is left an orphan once again. When her father is nowhere to be found, Jenna is forced to live with her brother, Spencer Reid, who never knew she existed. Summary sucks, please read on! Going off season 3
Authors note: Hi! So this is my first fan fic (writing one that is) so please bare with me. I would love some feedback from you guys (if anyone is even reading this). I'm sorry if it sucks, but as I said, this is my first fic so yeah. Please review!
Chapter 1
It was a dreary August morning when I got the phone call that would forever change my life. What phone call, you ask? The phone call telling me the only two people in my life that may as well just be strangers left me stranded, again.
For the past 9 years, I've been living with my Aunt Joanne and my Uncle Chris in Baltimore, Maryland . They opened up a law firm when I was eight and have worked seventy-plus hours a week since. Needless to say, I don't see them very often. Most people my age would kill to have their parents leave them alone, but they have no idea what it's like to have your so called 'care takers' not even acknowledge your existence. Given that, I've become almost entirely independent. I wash my own clothes, cook my own meals, clean the house, do the grocery shopping, and somehow fit in school, play rehearsal and my weekly babysitting job. I don't have many friends, or any for that matter, so I don't have to worry about a social life. I kind of like being alone, it makes things simple. There's no drama, no fights, and no one to criticize you. But of course I always have my mind to deal with. Constantly trying to fight away the bad stuff has gotten too difficult, so I've become a big walking aura of negativity. As you can probably tell, my life is less than thrilling.
To bring this tangent to a close, two weeks ago my Aunt Joanne and Uncle Chris got into a fatal car accident on their way home from work. They were hit by a drunk driver and were killed on impact. I know I should be all broken up about this, but honestly I couldn't be happier. I know I sound like a terrible person, but I was trapped in this redundant, miserable excuse of a life with family that couldn't care less about me. I would go more into detail about what went on when they did notice me, but I'm not quite ready yet. Child Protective Services has been trying to get in touch with my dad, but they've had no such luck. When he left me and my mom I guess he was serious about never wanting to see us again. So, due to that, I'm being placed with my only other family: my brother. His name is Spencer, and he works for the FBI in Quantico Virginia. I'm not 100% sure what he does there, but frankly I'm not sure what he's like at all. To be honest, I don't even think he knows I exist. Before dad left, he used to tell me stories about his 'old family'. He showed me pictures, tapes, and even of Spencer, but never any of his ex-wife. He never told me much about her at all actually, only Spencer. If my calculations are correct, he should be 26 years old.
Tomorrow, I move one state over and into Spencer's apartment. I wonder what he's like. If he likes to read, or if he's as into theatre as I am. Maybe even share the same dislike for bread, or strong love for black coffee. When I think about it, I'm moving in with a complete stranger. I'm not sure if I should be happy or scared as hell. Will he like me? Will he think I'm just an inconvenience? Well, I know I sure do feel like one.