Post by jennyk on Oct 30, 2009 22:49:58 GMT -5
THIS IS THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JENNY KINCAID [/color][/font]
This is the autobiography of JENNY KINCAID.
---- Jennifer Marie Kincaid was born on December 5, 1885 to Daniel and Sharon Kincaid in New Rochelle, New York. Daniel Kincaid owned a general store and the family lived in an apartment above the store. They made it by on decent wages and lived well with what they had. The eldest of five children, Jenny spent the first thirteen years of her life going to school and taking care of her younger siblings. When the sudden thirst for adventure took over, Jenny realized that she did not want to grow up like the other girls in her town; married off by seventeen and making a family by eighteen. At fourteen, Jenny hopped onto a train and headed for New York City.
Jenny is a very quiet girl, mostly keeping to herself and being seen, rather than heard. She doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She learns about people by observing them. When you get to know her, Jenny is actually an intelligent and well-spoken young woman. She loves books and often reads the newspapers she’s selling. She can tell elaborate stories about fairy princesses to sea-faring pirates and everything in between, all from her imagination. Making up headlines is one of her favorite past times. Even though she’s quiet, she can definitely sell a newspaper. She loves being around younger children; she finds them far less critical then kids her own age and older.
She can read and write, and when she gets the urge (and finds some paper and a pencil) she writes down some of the stories she makes up. She doesn’t know what she’ll do with them, exactly, but maybe in the future she’ll figure it out. She is very secretive about these - she can tell the stories orally, but when a person is reading over her shoulder she gets flustered and quickly hides them. It’s a strange quirk of hers.
She fears being found by her father and taken back home; although she never hated home, losing her independence would break her. She is constantly afraid that she is never doing a good enough job and terrified of one day not making enough money for shelter or food. She craves companionship, but her shyness can get in the way of making a lasting relationship, romantic or otherwise. It may seem like she’s brushing you off, but in reality she’s just too shy to say anything.
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