Painted as the villain by one of my own family members. Seen as someone unworthy by all those who think they know me.
This is my story.
The reality is this, I've been a b*tch. I know this. It's not something that I'm particularly proud to say about myself. I'll say this about my previous behavior, I didn't understand that adage of "Misery loves company" until I was forced to look in the mirror.
Sometimes what is presented isn't the true nature of a person. People would understand better if they knew my story. Sable probably wouldn't care after everything that I did to her, everything I put her through.
I am Jenna Nielson Turner.
There's so much more to me than that "b*tch" identity.
*Close Proximity
*Teenage angst
*Possible redemption
*Newfound family