Once Jennifer finished trimming her hair, she walked into the bathroom. The water ran over her skin, washing away dirt, sweat, and the fake weakness she had prostrated earlier. When she came out, she dressed in a way she had never done before... a white tube top, a black leather jacket, and shorts that barely reached below her hips and a boot reaching her knees.

She stood before the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her new self looked bolder, harder like someone who had buried her past. ...