“Nobody cares about a thirteen-year-old girl with an attitude.” She huffs. “Well they should, because I’m dangerous.” Jenna hands him the black bag and turns to me. “What’s your name?” “She doesn’t remember yet,” Anthony answers for me. Jenna looks down at the bruise on my arm as if she knows the reason for my temporary amnesia. For some reason I’m embarrassed and avert my eyes. “So what should we call you?” she asks.
This whole way that Jenna is acting here (large and in charge literal kind of attitude) makes me think of the little sister from Spy Family; the younger sister of the bky who laughs weird and all high pitched.
