Jennifer Garcia
The early morning sunlight spilled through Jennifer Garcia's bedroom curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Jennifer stretched her arms above her head, enthusiastically embracing the new day. She was a girl who thrived on a good morning routine, finding solace and purpose in the rhythm of the day.
As she made her way across the room with her bare feet, a sense of peace arose. She twisted her purple hair into a bun and began to practice yoga, which was an essential part of her daily rituals. Her movements were fluid and precise as she moved through the poses. The time on her yoga mat allowed her to reconnect with her body and find serenity amidst the turbulence of teenage life.
Feeling revitalized and focused, Jennifer made her way to the kitchen with determined strides. She believed in providing nourishment both for her body and soul to begin the day right. With enthusiasm, Jennifer prepared a bowl of oatmeal with an array of fresh fruits. The multiple shades of berries and slices of banana perfectly matched her vibrant personality, and she enjoyed each bite, tasting the sweetness and optimism of the upcoming day.
Fired up, Jennifer rushed to her room, clasping her art portfolio firmly beneath her arm. She had dedicated a lot of time and effort into her most recent artwork, eager to showcase it to her classmates. Art was her retreat, where she was able to express herself unbridled and give free rein to her imagination. Jennifer felt confident that today would be a fantastic day as she smiled in anticipation.
As Jennifer approached the entrance of Evergreen High School, her gaze was drawn to a large poster announcing the upcoming school play. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she spotted her own face, captured in a moment of theatrical brilliance. She leaned closer, admiring her own image, feeling a surge of pride and excitement. She pressed her lips against the poster as if to kiss her own reflection, reveling in the anticipation of stepping onto the stage once more.
Turning away from the poster, Jennifer spotted her two friends, Abril Mendez and Jordan, engrossed in a conversation near the lockers. Their laughter filled the air, drawing Jennifer toward them like a magnet. She weaved through the crowd, her presence exuding confidence and joy.
"Hey, my fabulous duo! What's the latest scoop?" Jennifer chimed in, joining their spirited circle.
With her determined gaze and social conscience, Abril adjusted her glasses and smirked. "You won't believe it, Jen! There's a new guy in school. His name is Noah Thompson. Rumor has it; he's spent the last two years in a school for delinquent boys."
Jennifer's eyes sparkled with curiosity; her fascination with boys was always piqued. "Ooh, a bad boy, huh? Is he cute?"
Jordan, "If I weren't already with Marcus, I'd give him a chance. I like a classic bad boy."
Jennifer nodded in agreement. "Don't let Marcus hear that," Jennifer giggled.
"I said if I wasn't with Marcus. Which will never happen because no one is better than Marcus," Jordan happily sighed. "And what about you? Weren't you just on a date with what-his-face?" Jordan nudged Jennifer playfully.
"I need a new crush. The guy I saw the other day is old news now," Jennifer said, scrunching her face in disgust.
"What about you, Abril? Do you see yourself with a bad boy?" Jordan said, poking the side of Abril's waist.
Abril, ever the practical and level-headed, wrinkled her nose skeptically. "I'm not interested in boys who come with a reputation. I prefer someone genuine and responsible."
Jennifer huffed and twirled, "You need to live a little. We are teenagers. This is the time to make bad choices," Jennifer laughed.
Abril just shook her head no.
"You're right. The truth is, I would be too afraid to go out with a guy that spent two years being separated from the public. He might be crazy." Jennifer said, laying her head on Abril's shoulders. Abril petted Jennifer's head.
The school bell ring.
"Hey, do you want to hang out after school? Winter is in one of her many clubs, and Marcus is willing to take me home before he goes to help his dad, but I don't want to go straight home if I don't have to. It's boring," Jordan asked, walking away.
"I have that report for Mr. Peterson's English class," Abril replied.
"I have a drama club," Jennifer answered.
"Like you need to be any more dramatic," Jordan laughed. "Okay, I guess I'll go home to my boring room. Text me later."
Jennifer gave a thumbs-up before turning towards her destination. She waved from behind before turning down the hallway to her first class.
