Jennifer was stretched out on her stomach beside the fire, looking rather similar to a feline. In the past year hormones began to take hold of her personality and appearance with an iron grip. While she had managed to escape bursts of acne and awful stenches, she has frequent mood swings and could quickly fall into love with any boy who talked to her.
Her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun, her trendy magazine saying it worked on any geeky chic girl. A pair of ankle high boots with plain but still fancy lacing sat at her side. She snuck them out of a store on day, leaving the correct change in their place. Her mother would likely explode at the sight of very high heels (at least high for her flat loving mother.)
She had proclaimed to the world (more so her brother who called her a bitch too many times to count) that she was different than the majority. She figured her bipolar closet of Converse to heels and beaten up jeans to flowery skirts would throw everyone for a loop, they were more likely to forget a troll in the dungeons than her!
Yup, just another teen girl.