AN: Hey! So I hope I portrayed Emily properly in the last chapter. It was a lot harder than I thought. Anyway, Jenna will now embark on her journey to school. I broke it down into two chapter because it would be too long otherwise. I apologize for the delay, enjoy!

Chapter 18

It was Sunday, August 30th, the day before my first day at Garfield Prep. I was beside myself to say the least. My books were all set in my taupe canvas back pack, my heinous uniform was hung up on my closet door, and my mind was a mess. I didn't have any friends, I barely knew where my classes were, and I was taking on a full course load. Each school has its own system: which cliques interact with which, who was on the top of the food chain, what you could and couldn't do, and what you could get away with. I knew none of that. Absolutely none.

I stayed in my room for a majority of the day, with the occasional visits from Spencer trying to calm me down with statistics on the success of new students. I appreciated his effort, but it didn't help much. I tried to pace myself with the eight cigarettes I had left, and ended up only smoking three. I figured they would be the last I had for a while, or until I found another source to get them through. I was surprised Spencer hadn't picked up on my habit yet, I thought a profiler like him could figure out almost anything about anyone within five minutes of meeting them. Either he was respecting my privacy and refraining from profiling me, or he was being naïve, if that was possible.

I barely slept that night. I wasn't sure if it was because of my nerves or the seven cups of coffee I downed. I woke up at five the next morning, and my bus wasn't scheduled to arrive for at least two hours, giving me more time than I was comfortable with. I didn't like waiting around, the anticipation bugged me.

I had my ceremonial morning coffee times two and jumped in the shower. Even after taking as long as I possibly could to scrub myself clean, I was out by 5:45. I attacked my hair with a blow-dryer and soon a flat iron, then boycotting the idea of makeup. I had enough to worry about for the following day without the possibility of my eye liner running. I striped my uniform from its hanger and first slipped on the white button down, then the dark blue crew neck sweater. Dreading the entire process, I zipped up the blue plaid skirt hitting about two inches above the knee. As if it wasn't ugly enough, the thigh high white socks and penny loafers really topped it off. The overall product was fairly horrendous.

I grabbed my book bag and headed into the kitchen frantically, my mind darting back and forth from "It'll be great! Everything will go smoothly and everybody will love you" to "No one's going to like you, you may as well just call the place Dante's Inferno". I saw no sign of Spencer, until I found a note next to the coffee pot that I must have missed earlier.

Good luck today! Take a bus to the BAU after school if you can- the team wants to hear all about your first day.

-Spencer

I through the note in bag as a sort of good-luck charm and headed out the door and around the block to my bus stop. I was the only one there, which made me question if I was in the right place, and if I wasn't I was screwed. Soon enough, the big fat yellow school bus came trekking down the not-yet-bust street. As I walked down the aisle, I received head turns and stares from every student I passed. Feeling more awkward than ever, I chose the closest unoccupied seat to the front of the bus. Whispers ensued, but I was too anxious to listen.

We arrived at the school shortly, making everything all too real. As I walk along the cobblestone pathway surrounded by healthy grass and small trees, I observed students reuniting with old friends, chatting about their late summer nights and family vacations, recapping their carefree days spent on the beach soaking in the sun. I couldn't help but envy them for it. They had the luxury of ignorance, whereas I didn't.

I walked through the hallways and dropped a few books in my lockers, all the while generating stares from every individual passing by. The first period bell rang and the halls emptied as everyone fled to class, which for me was English. I entered the practically vacant room and sat in the front row, as I usually did. Just as I was getting out my books, a voice chimed in from the door way.

"Jenna?!" the voice shouted. Puzzled at how anyone could know my name already, I perked my head up and saw it was Ana, accompanied by a slightly taller blonde girl.

"A-Ana? Um- Hey!" I replied, still taken back. She took the seat behind me, and the light haired girl in the seat next to her.

"You didn't tell me you were going here! Oh, this is my friend Arianna; I think you two will get along well" Ana introduced. I exchanged a smile and a wave with Arianna, pleased that I made a new friend, well, we weren't exactly friend yet, but whatever.

"So how's your first day? I can't imagine its going too great, this school is a hell hole" Arianna spoke up. "Don't scare the poor girl Ari!" Ana responded, but I giggled. "Well, too soon to tell I guess" Before either Arianna or Ana could reply, the teacher came in and started class.

"Where's your next class?" Arianna asked after the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. "Um, Algebra II/ Trig" I said. "No way! Me too! Here, I'll walk you there" Arianna offered. I smiled and complied.