Unexpected Changes

by hiimkyra

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.

2. Chapter 2

AN: Hey! So sorry if the first chapter was blah, I had some trouble establishing things. I'm also very new at uploading them, so sorry if there are some kinks I have to work out. Also, I'm sorry it's so short, but I'll be posting the next chapter within the hour. Anyway, here's chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds! I do own Jenna though and any other OC's that may be developed throughout this story

Chapter 2

Whoever said packing was easy clearly never had to cram all of their belongings into two suitcases and a single 24'' by 25'' cardboard box. I of course left it until the last possible second to do, but I think we can look past that. Somehow, I fit all 200 of my most beloved books into that flimsy box. I must say, for the limited amount of space I was given, I did pretty damn good.

After I finished packing the past 15 years of my life away, I realized it was nearly 2 o'clock in the morning. I had the apartment to myself for the next seven and a half hours until I was shipped off to a complete stranger. I sat in the middle of my now vacant room and reached into my small canvas back pack. After fishing around for a few seconds, I pulled out a pack of Marlbro Black Menthols. I had been saving them for an emergency, and this most defiantly categorized as one. I brought the cigarette to my mouth and lit the tobacco filled tube with my dad's old Nirvana zippo. He originally left the lighter for my mother, but after she died it 'slipped' into my Aunts purse and I stole it years later. I closed my eyes and filled my lungs with the strong smoke and stood up. Exhaling, I began to walk around the room I could call mine for the next seven hours and twenty five minutes. The blank yellow walls looked especially hideous under the artificial lighting. I paced over to the window and crawled out onto the fire escape. The faint scent of car fumes and garbage in the Baltimore air was even smelled from the 18th floor. You would think I would have a thousand emotions racing throughout my body, bashing into each other and scurrying around, but no, I didn't. I didn't feel anything actually.

After watching the calm city for about ten minutes, I lit another cigarette.

I was particularly warm, and my long sleeves weren't exactly helping. I rolled up the black fabric, exposing the scars on my forearm I created over the past 4 years. I ran my fingers over the newly formed lines of pink skin. "Will Spencer think I'm crazy?" I thought to myself. "Well, I am" shortly followed. I gazed at my now short cigarette, and pressed it against my wrist. "The average cigarette burns at 420 degrees Fahrenheit" I said to myself. Talking to myself; that's something I had to stop. Spencer would definitely think I was out of my mind if he heard the words I say to myself. My eyes started to get heavy, so I retreated back into my bedroom.

I poised myself in the middle of my bare mattress, switched off the light, and waited for the night to be over.