Jenny was different too… She was probably the only person in the whole
world that could sympathize with Joy from personal experience. Her family
were cops, not nurses. They had blue hair, not pink. They had strong
athletic bodies, not thin willowy ones. Yet these differences meant nothing
in the face of the one thing that mattered. They were all identical to each
other as well.
"Jenny's are loyal and brave," her mother would say. When she wasn't looking Young Jenny would make gagging motions behind her back. Jenny wasn't anything like her relatives. She LIKED to get in trouble. Unlike Joy's mother, who merely looked on with sad eyes, Jenny's mother was strict. She brooked no argument. Young Jenny found herself on the receiving end of a spanking more times than not. She didn't care. She looked forward to those sessions with gleeful abandon. It meant she was doing things right.
Jenny had no interest in going to the Police Academy to learn how to be a good girl. She was bad, and she was good at it. Jenny was the one who blew up the washroom at school. Jenny was the one who was caught kissing boys in her bedroom. Jenny was trouble. No one knew quite what to do with her. She had the face of authority and she used it. When she spent the night in jail for drunk and disorderly behavior after using her mother's ID to get into a bar, Jenny's mother decided enough was enough.
"You're going to the Academy!" she threatened. "It's the only place I KNOW you won't get into trouble."
To Jenny it sounded like a dare. She loved dares. Ever one to rise to the challenge, Jenny decided that maybe Police Academy wasn't such a bad idea after all… Where else would she get the chance to pull off her greatest prank yet?
Soon she realized the folly of her ways. Police Academy was no fun at all. No one laughed at her jokes. Her grades where bad. Everyone looked down on her. She was the family disappointment. She was alone. She trudged through the hallways, eyes downcast, as the older girls snickered at her expense. It wasn't funny at all. Her smile disappeared.
That is…until Joy.
Joy brought back her smile.
"Jenny's are loyal and brave," her mother would say. When she wasn't looking Young Jenny would make gagging motions behind her back. Jenny wasn't anything like her relatives. She LIKED to get in trouble. Unlike Joy's mother, who merely looked on with sad eyes, Jenny's mother was strict. She brooked no argument. Young Jenny found herself on the receiving end of a spanking more times than not. She didn't care. She looked forward to those sessions with gleeful abandon. It meant she was doing things right.
Jenny had no interest in going to the Police Academy to learn how to be a good girl. She was bad, and she was good at it. Jenny was the one who blew up the washroom at school. Jenny was the one who was caught kissing boys in her bedroom. Jenny was trouble. No one knew quite what to do with her. She had the face of authority and she used it. When she spent the night in jail for drunk and disorderly behavior after using her mother's ID to get into a bar, Jenny's mother decided enough was enough.
"You're going to the Academy!" she threatened. "It's the only place I KNOW you won't get into trouble."
To Jenny it sounded like a dare. She loved dares. Ever one to rise to the challenge, Jenny decided that maybe Police Academy wasn't such a bad idea after all… Where else would she get the chance to pull off her greatest prank yet?
Soon she realized the folly of her ways. Police Academy was no fun at all. No one laughed at her jokes. Her grades where bad. Everyone looked down on her. She was the family disappointment. She was alone. She trudged through the hallways, eyes downcast, as the older girls snickered at her expense. It wasn't funny at all. Her smile disappeared.
That is…until Joy.
Joy brought back her smile.