A/N After my assorment of oneshots, I am now attempting something a little more substantial...
Disclaimer: I'm still not the owner of NCIS
Jennifer Sheppard sighed. It was the day before she started at Harvard law school: they'd accepted her without hesitation, on a full scholarship. What school wouldn't? She was perfect: she had a spotless record, scattered with A's; she had overcome the challenges that being in foster care had presented (her father died when she was 14), and she was tough as nails. Or rather, that's what people saw. She'd figured early on in life, that most often, people only see what they want to see.
The scars on her wrists were solid evidence to support this theory.
She had no one. Sure, her foster family was nice enough, but anyone could see they were only in it for the monthly cheque, and now that she was 18, they were out of the picture. Jenny didn't have friends. Most people her age spent most of their time off at parties; it just wasn't her scene. She had school, and grades-that was what she had.
She also had secrets-secrets of the deep dark persuasion. Secrets of which the only evidence was the scars on her wrists. Hidden away. No one knew; but she liked it that way. Never really one for talking.
She was screwed up; dark and twisty inside; behind the perfect-school-poster-girl façade. And she knew it, no matter how much she denied anything 'being wrong', she knew, but she dealt with it.
Jenny looked round her room. Two single beds, one on either side of the room. Two desks, each with a lamp. Two rather large wardrobes set in the wall, and a door leading to an ensuite bathroom. She had occupied her side of the room-unpacked clothes and books, and made up her bed. The bed she was currently sitting on.
After much deliberation, she decided that now was as good a time as any to go out and get to know Massachusetts. On her way up, she'd heard a group of students talking about a bar called 'Jo's' a few blocks down. For lack of anything better to do, she decided she might as well go check it out.
She heaved herself off the bed, brushed her long red-auburn hair, used concealer on her wrists, put on a dress and a pair of red stilettos, grabbed her fake ID and headed out. Vaguely she wondered if by the time she got back she'd have acquired a roommate.
All you Grey's fans may've noticed the references, but this is not a crossover, I just stole some ideas :) Please let me know if you want me to continue; I'm not too sure about this one.