Jenna paced anxiously in the hallway of the mansion that looked like it should be in a movie rather than in the middle of nowhere Atlanta. She, Justin, and Julia had flown out two weeks ago to Atlanta, and had been staying in the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel much to her discomfort. It was weird being babied by somebody after four years. Jenna wasn’t used to people looking after her, she was used to looking out for herself, and it was what she had done her whole life. Ever since she was born her parents didn't know anything about her life, and didn't care about her either. Every year they would hire a new nanny for her because they didn't want Jenna getting too attached to the nanny or vice versa. Finally, Jenna got tired of a nanny at the age of fourteen so her parents gave her a credit card, and said, "Here do whatever you want we don't give a crap." Jenna sighed as a single tear ran down her cheek. "Momma," Julia said noticing and wiping the tear away, "don't cry." But that only made Jenna want to cry more. She took a deep breath and nodded blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall. They were sitting in the hallway outside the kitchen door where Justin was talking to his parents. Was it wrong that she was more scared than Justin to tell them? Well it might have something to do with the fact that Jenna wouldn't be able to stand another set of parents hating her. "Jenna can you and Julia come in here please?" Justin asked holding the door open for ...