Jenna was always a depressed and angry girl.  She was an only child and she had to live with her parents who worked all day, but they still treated her like a baby.  "You be good, now," her mother sang as she left the house to her eighteen-year-old, who glared at the door.

Ms. Jackson was a vile professor of English. Every student that attended the college heard a horror story here and there about her. Since her subject was one of the most necessary courses in college, you always had a chance of falling into her class. Most of the students that were unfortunate enough just dealt with the low grades and relentless criticism from Ms. Jackson. She was a short, slightly pudgy woman.