Reading With Jenna Novels & Stories

Jenna liked to think of herself as an emancipated woman, but it was times like this, when faced with a spidery basement in a hovel of a house that she wished for a roommate. Jenna dropped her lunch bag and purse on the living room chair and shrugged off her sweater. She was still wearing her nursing scrubs and running shoes when she reached out blindly in the darkness, heading toward her tiny kitchen in the hopes of finding a flashlight. She didn't make it that far. An arm wrapped around her waist from behind and yanked her up and off the ground at the same time as a hand clamped firmly over her mouth and nose.

Fifty-five -Alcander- My heart stops while I shake my head. What the hell? I look around and I'm at the open field. Everyone is here. Jenna is here. She's in the same position with Dakota but she's not moving. He's not moving. No one is moving. I spin around and everyone is like statues. I walk around and walk towards Jenna. "Jenna?" Her eyes are open while her mouth is open but her eyes don't move. I went to grab her but someone's voice stopped me.

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”

With him, it always felt like I didn't need to lift a finger; all I had to do was sit pretty and enjoy being his princess. If I hadn't overheard their conversation with my own ears, I would've still believed I was living in a fairytale. Raymond planted a soft kiss on my forehead with an apologetic look on his face. After he went back inside, I followed and hid just around the corner of his office. Right then, Jenna walked into Raymond's office. That face—I'd recognize it even if it were turned to ash. She stripped off her janitor's uniform, and the arrogance and malice she once wore were now completely gone. Her face was pale, drained, worn down from the stairs she'd been forced to climb.

"What girl?" "The one you were sitting next to. Practically had your heads together over that desk." She kept her voice light, deliberately light, the way she always did when she wanted something to sound like idle curiosity instead of what it actually was. "You've been coming home from that class in a weirdly good mood lately. I noticed." "It's just a partner thing for English. Alvarez paired us up for the essay unit." He unlocked the car and tossed his bag into the back seat, still not quite looking at her. "Her name's Jenna. She's new."

She found her table in the visiting room and sat down and waited. Jenna came through the door four minutes later, signing in at the desk, handing over her phone and her bag and her jacket with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d done this enough times to know the routine, and then she crossed the room and sat down across from Vanessa and reached over and squeezed both her hands and said, “You look good.” “I look terrible,” Vanessa said. “You look good for someone in here.” “That’s not a compliment, Jenna.” “I know.” Jenna sat back and looked at her properly, taking inventory the way she’d always done, from the top down, noting things. “Are you sleeping?”

"Oh, my God.' She thinks to herself as she returns her gaze to them. Alex is standing right in front of Mrs. Lawrence, beaming at her and saying something to her, causing everyone to burst out laughing in their spots as if he had just cracked the best joke of all. Jenna takes a deep breath, clenching her fists to keep her nerves under control. "Take a deep breath, Jenna, an incredibly deep breath. " She thinks to herself as she closes her eyes and breathes in and out. Then she steps out of her current hiding place and reveals herself to all of them.

Try to read. The words blur. Useless. Five minutes pass. Then ten. A knock sounds at the study door. “Come in.” Jenna steps in, hands clasped in front of her. “She refused it.” Of course she did. “What did she say?” “That she isn’t hungry.” I lean back in my chair slowly. “Did you leave it there?” “Yes, sir.” “And?” “She didn’t touch it.” I nod once. Dismissal. She leaves. The door clicks shut.