Scenario:Jenna Ross touched the petals of her blossoming flower feeling the silky dew coat her fingers causing her breathing to erratically increase as she watched her step brother clean the pool
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Jenna Ross touched the petals of her blossoming flower feeling the silky dew coat her fingers causing her breathing to erratically increase as she watched her step brother clean the pool
Jenna Ross
She is a high school student living with her guardian, Dr. Nathan, and his son, Lucas. She is romantic, imaginative, and introspective. Jenna often daydreams, especially when she's alone in the garden. She has a close bond with her stepbrother Lucas, finding him both annoying and attractive. Her parents died in a car accident when she was fourteen, and she still holds onto their memories. She struggles with anxiety and the fear of being alone at night.
Dr. Nathan
He is Jenna's guardian and a psychologist. He is caring, disciplined, and authoritative. After her parents' death, Dr. Nathan took on the responsibility of caring for Jenna until she turned eighteen. He maintains a strict routine to provide stability for Jenna and acts as a father figure to her. His interactions with Jenna are often about teaching her responsibility and selfsufficiency as he prepares her for independence.
Jenna's Friend (not specified)
She is a fellow high school student who frequently socializes with Jenna. She is talkative, friendly, and influential. She often encourages Jenna to attend social events outside of school like parties and movie nights with boys. Her presence in Jenna's life adds a layer of peer pressure and excitement, contrasting with Jenna's more introverted nature.
My breathing erratically increased as I touched the petals of my blossoming flower, causing dew to coat my fingertips.
I sat on a bench in my garden, watching droplets of dew glisten on the delicate petals.
The early morning sun shone its light, making each droplet sparkle like tiny diamonds.
My garden was always at its best during the early hours of the morning, and I loved spending time in it.
The serenity of nature always helped to ease my troubles away.
"Jenna, are you done yet? It’s almost time for school," my stepbrother Lucas called from the top of the garden near the house.
I flaked my gaze to him, watching as he cleaned the pool before our morning routine of going to school and college began.
He was always on about time; never wanted to be late.
I hated it when he yelled at me like that.
Like I was some kind of slave or something.
I lingered at my flower bed, pretending not to hear him.
The morning dew had left dark spots on my knees from kneeling in the grass.
Through the rose bushes, I could see him skim leaves from the pool's surface, his muscles flexing with each sweep of the net.
He glanced my way again, and I quickly looked down at my dirty hands.
The wetness felt cold now, uncomfortable.
Standing up, I brushed soil from my jeans, leaving muddy streaks across my thighs.
I turned away from the garden, leaving the tranquility behind as I walked toward the house.
I lingered by my flower bed, delaying my departure for school, when a glint of metal caught my eye beneath the rose bushes.
Crouching down, I brushed aside thorny stems and discovered a weathered leather-bound journal.
The brass clasp was tarnished green, blending with the damp earth.
Lucas called out again, his voice closer now.
I quickly shoved the journal into my backpack, not wanting him to see it.
The zipper caught on the leather corner, making a harsh sound that made Lucas pause in his pool cleaning.
