Being a teen is not all parents think it is. Life as a teen is hard. There are things most adults either don’t remember or truly care to forget. Luckily for me, I have people willing to stand up for me. Whether it’s on stage doing a performance or being their to lift me up when I’m down, the Marauding Misfits are there for me. I love them for being what others couldn’t be. – Sable T.
Join Sable, Dante, Carson, and all of the other Marauders as they offer glimpses of high school life and all that a teen encounters while strolling the halls of Boardan High.
I’ve been a b****. I know this. It’s not something that I’m particularly proud of and it’s not something that I had intended to stop being. At least, I hadn’t until recently. I got what older people call “a taste of my own medicine.” I don’t think I deserved that taste. I have lived through a disgustingly dirty sea of pain and horror. I wanted others to feel that pain, know that fear. 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 wish I would’ve had the courage to let her know what was going on, instead of being the coward I was and giving her a glimpse of my pain.
I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive, alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I’m told. If that wasn’t enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah, I’m a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life.
Is it possible for one that has this as the introduction to their “Who am I?” essay to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?
My name is Sable Turner and I am a nobody. At least, that’s what it feels like most days. I can count on one hand the people who care about me and my well being. One is my sister Lizzie. The others are the hired help so they kind of get paid to care. My life is not as simple or as glamorous as you may think. Especially when you take into consideration that my mother and sister, Tabby are never around. My father is constantly traveling and my arch nemesis is my own flesh and blood cousin, who is hell bent on making my life as miserable as possible!
I did not realize how many people actually cared about me until after an unfortunate “accident.” Of course, based on how the past 16 years of my life have gone it takes a while for me to be able to actually trust that these people genuinely care about me and don’t just want something from me. My life seems to have gone from a nightmare where I constantly play the role of the invisible observer (unless I am getting bullied) to a life straight out of a fairy tale. Complete with great friends, family relations on the mend and the hunky sports star! Like I said my name is Sable Turner and this is my story.