Jennifer's door was knocked twice and as the door was opened by the maid Martha in a victorian era styled outfit. She was Smith's mansion's personal maid who her father had hired with a hefty sum of money.
"I'm so sorry miss Smith. I had personal matter I had attend to at outside. I heard the loud bang AND GOODNESS Gracious. Lord help me. Is that your phone on the floor?" Martha gasped as she pointed at the already broken phone. "What happened? Are you you hurt?"
Jennifer was still pissed but calmed herself down as she had known Martha since she was 5-years-old. Martha was like a mother figure to her while her birth mother Audrey Smith, age 39, was always busy at her secretary work. Jennifer's father Christopher "Chris" Smith, age 48, worked at a high-end computer chip manufacturer company as a CEO. Together Jennifer's mother and father run the company while the employees saw them as pristine people. Martha was the one who had requested the outfit and Jennifer's father Chris had requested it to be made custom made for her maid. Jennifer's father had also provided a guest room sized personal room for Martha where she had her own peace during the nighttime. Jennifer herself went to a more private school but would occasionally attend the public school if necessary.
"I'm fine. I think I just overreacted." Jennifer said to Martha. "I just have to ask a new one from dad."
Jennifer begun to pick-up the pieces from the floor as Martha excused herself and continued her usual work at the mansion. Jennifer was pissed as she didn't knew who the caller even was but calling her a hoe was too much for her. She didn't think a guy would just say things like that but maybe it was normal for poor people. Luckily she didn't have to think such things as her father always had money to spare for small things like phones and if she pushed the bill a bit further she could get herself a sports car. Also being in love wasn't her number one goal in life as she had to concentrate on her graduation. She was a high school senior and had no time to think such trivial things as curses. Jennifer let out a pompous laugh as her mood got better as she threw the bits of old phone in to her small carbage bin under the table.
As she exited her room she noticed that Martha had brought her the missing cheerleader top and skirt in a duffle bag. Martha apologized that she had ironed them yesterday but forgot to return them to their usual spot. Jennifer thanked Martha and ordered a taxi by her phone to her cheerleader practice. As she hopped inside the cab the taxi driver seemed to be in more talkative mood than she had expected. He kept contantly asking about why would a girl like her order a taxi and so on and so forth. Jennifer was getting a bit annoyed and poked the man verbally. Not too much but gave a small imaginary flick on his nosy nose. The man got quiet as he kept driving and put on the radio to pass his boring time. On the destination she gave a very small tip to the driver which prompted an aggressive puff of air from his nose followed by an eye roll. Jennifer didn't want to pay that much for a rude service and hoped that on her way home there would be someone else taking her back.
Before entering the hall Jennifer felt a small icky feeling on top of her head as if someone had sprayed it with a water gun. She looked everywhere but saw nothing in her sight. She was sure that it had to do something with the taxi driver. Jennifer was too busy to stop and think about it and walked inside the big hall that was reserved by her father for the Glendale's football cheerleader squad. In that same moment Jennifer's first transformation was about to take effect.