AN: Hello again! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, it honestly means so much. So now, Jenna will start her journey. Well kind of. I PROMISE it will pick up next chapter, which will probably be posted later. Enjoy!
As we know, I do not own Criminal Minds *sigh*
Chapter 3
I woke up to the same four walls for the very last time. My internal clock woke me up at 7:30AM, which gave me two hours before my caseworker picked me up and took me to Virginia. My sight blurry, I grabbed my black glasses and headed for the bathroom.
After a nice long shower, I had exactly an hour and a half to make myself look presentable. I rummaged through my suitcase and completely drew a blank. I soon settled with a casual long sleeved A-line black dress. My legs felt bare so I threw on a pair of black textured tights and pulled the outfit together with a pair of black and white Oxfords. Looking in the mirror, I noticed how tiny I was. I never had a large appetite, and I guess it really shows.
I was never one to wear makeup, or even do my hair for that matter, so I had a solid hour until I departed on my journey. I wandered through the empty rooms of the tiny apartment and found myself in the kitchen. The only appliance left was the coffee machine, and right now that was all I needed. I brewed a single cup and added eight sugars. I always loved the bitter and sweet contrast it provided. It reminded me of the mornings when my father would wake up for work and I would come rushing down the stairs just to watch him interact with himself. To me, people are purest in the morning. You are the most potent form of yourself. You have not stepped out into the world and poisoned yourself with the influence of those around you. You haven't had the chance to screw anything up. You haven't had the opportunity to ingest any mind altering chemicals. You are you.
As I sipped my coffee, all I could think about was how awesome it would taste if I had a cigarette. Of course I couldn't reek of smoke when I met my brother for the first time, so that was out of the question. I pushed myself up onto the granite counter top and sat down. I felt the sudden need to swing my legs, but that only resulted on me bashing into the cabinets below me. I looked at the clock: twenty minutes until my departure. Had it really been forty minutes? I looked down and my mug was empty. Damn, I really know how to pass the time.
I ditched the cup in the sink and walked back into my room. I gathered my packed items and placed them by the front door so I could leave immediately. I looked at myself in the mirror for one last time. My dirty-blonde hair cascaded down to my waist, creating tousled waves. My glasses blocked my deep blue eyes, which was a shame because they were my best feature. I was strangely pale, given that it was the beginning of August. I don't go outside very often, so I guess that has something to do with it. I sometimes wondered if people could tell that this small body held so many big secrets, that this small body endured more than those forty years it's senior. Then, the buzzer rang.
I jogged over to the front door and swung it open.
"Hi little Miss Jenna! Ready to go?" said my caseworker Carla. She was my caseworker when I was orphaned the first time. She's a very sweet woman, but she talked to me like I was seven.
"Yes, I'm ready."
And with that, I pulled my luggage out into the hallway and shut the door.