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"I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it."
Personality: She's very kind, yet vicious when provoked or angry. She's quite tough, has a good sense of humor, and can be quite creative.
Items you brought with you: Her brother's 10-inch switchblade, an extra hoodie, shirt, and underwear, her notebook with a pencil, three waterbottles, and a 2 PB&J.
Money: $200
Backround: When Jacinda was 12 and her brother, Kyle, was 20 and in college her parents got into an unfortunate car accident while going out for dinner. Having no other living reletives it was decided that she would live with her brother. Kyle came home to take care of her and was able to do his college work from home. Jacinda thought it would be almost like old times, when they would joke and goof around. Almost anyway, she knew some things had changed...she didn't know how much. When Kyle came back home he was a different person. He was very strict and did not tolerate and joking or goofing around. Entire, structured schedules were laid out for the week and her brother strongly enforced them. Academically, he stressed she be a straight A student, go to college, and get a good job where science or math was dominant, believeing those kind of jobs (the right ones of course) paid well. Yet, Jacinda wanted to be a writer, her storng points were mainly English and History, both subjects that were deemed usless in Kyle's eyes. They fought alot, Kyle winning all of the time with Jacinda being sent to her room and punished severly for speaking up against him. Home now seemed to be more of a prison in the next 4 years when she endured Kyle's harsh rules. One night, while in her room working on an idea she had for a short story she had begun to write for pleasure her brother had burst into the room, looking as mad as hell. In his hand was her report card. 'Here we go, again.' she thought. Her brother began by reading off her grades, "A,A,A,C,D...Guess where you go the C and D." "Science C, Math D, right?" Kyle finally exploded. "WHY CAN'T YOU GET A BETTER GRADES IN THOSE SUBJECTS?! ARE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING, WHAT IS IT?! THESE ARE THE SUBJECTS THAT WILL GET YOU SOMEWHERE IN LIFE NOT P.E, NOT HISTORY, NOT ENGLISH." Kyle paused breathing heavily. Then looked down a her notebook. He grabbed it from her and stared at it, reading it. Remebering the times before the crash, when Kyle supported her dream as a writer, she thought this would be it, he would finally be his old self again. "So...what do you think?"she said carefully, studying his face. "Do you-" RIIPP! Kyle had ripped out the page with her ideas on it, threw it on the floor, and ground deeper with his foot. "THIS IS WHY YOU'RE GRADES SUCK, ISN'T?! 'CAUSE YOU'RE SCREWING AROUND WITH THIS FREE WRITE CRAP?!" He threw her notebook to the opposite wall. "YOU SHOULD BE STUD-" SLAP! Dead silence echoed across the room. Jacinda had slapped her brother, she'd never hit her brother before and they were both shocked at the action. The shock was written all over her brother's face while Jacinda hid her shock under an angry mask. "You do not," she said quietly, coldy. "Abuse my notebook and my ideas. THAT is going way too far." The scilence continued. "What happened to you? After mom and dad passed away you've become a monster. You won't let anyone close enough to ask waht's going on. I'm not saying I don't miss them, I do...but this is out of hand, Kyle." Her brother straightened up. "You will not hit me and speak back to me in that tone of voice," said Kyle deadly. "And you will not leave this room AT ALL until I say so." With that he walked out the door. Jacinda was hurt and deeply fuming. She would not take this abuse anymore, show could run away with her friends, they were planning to run and they did ask her to join. She picked up her cell phone and called up her friends...Later that night when her brother had fallen asleep she took out her backpack and took out all her school supplies. She replaced the items with her battered and torn notebook (she had retrieved her idea page) with a pencil, an extra hoodie, shirt, and underwear. Sneaking into the kitchen she swiped three water bottles and two PB&J sanwhiches and for protection...she sneaked into Kyle's room where he was sleeping like a log. On his night stand was the prize, his 10-inch switchblade and $200 emergency cash. She wasn't sure what she would encounter on the road and she needed something to protect herself and the money would come in handy...quietly she tip-toed over and sniped the prizes form the nightstand and tip-toed out fo the room. As soon as she was out the front door, she ran to catch up with her friends to start a new life where, she hoped, her dream of being a writer would be appericiated...