Jennifer rummaged through the house trying to get her bearings, nothing around her was remotely wearable. Growing more concerned she spied something near the front door, a package, glistening with clean plastic. As Jennifer inspected it, the dawning revelation hit her like a truck. It was a small parcel of pull-ups, a scrawl of a marker indicated two things. "For Jennifer." "School only." Jennifer recoiled, figured since she still didn't understand a toilet a school system would never let her in. Mary probably had to lie to get her in, or maybe just to keep the police out of their hair. The pack seemed old, she must have been only using them for school, trying to stretch that dollar for as long as possible.
Jennifer pensively stepped into one as she felt uncomfortable. Throwing on the best shirt she could fine and whatever pants would fit she had her ensemble. Deciding to skip a meal like yesterday she grabbed her bag and headed down to the end of the road for the bus. Leaving Sylvia and Mary still snoring away in the early morning.
The cool morning air woke Jennifer up quickly, but thankfully the bus did arrive. The trip was uneventful, it seemed she had no friends on the bus to pass the time. Thankfully the elementary school was the first stop, and she followed the line of kids off the bus, the only take away of how nice it was for them to have clean clothes, a real breakfast and a actual future.
Her task of following however was cut short as a lady soon cut her off. "Now where do you think you're going Jennifer?" Jennifer looked up puzzled, the woman's face was unfamiliar. Of course it would be, how could she remember. "School?" Jennifer replied meekly.
The lady simply shook her head and grabbed Jennifer's hand, there was little she could do to protest, as she lead her to another group of kids. As they were soon lead to a annex building Jennifer gasped at what she realized, she was one of those students, the kind that were held back for multiple years and needed remediation. Jennifer looked around, she was seven, which would normally place her in her second grade, but the material felt way below that.
As the classes started Jennifer pulled from her old bag a binder and paper, it looked too fresh to be from her house, the school probably gave it to her. Her eyes grew worried as she flipped through the pages. The handwriting, if you could call it that, was barely legible, it was chicken scratch to the highest degree. Surely it was just from when her mind was jumping in the future, she knew how to write and spell, she was a high-schooler Jennifer thought to herself, trying to assure her own confidence. Pulling out a large wide pencil she tried to write her name, only to lose all of her self esteem as her hand struggled to even form a clear J. Maybe her mind was there but her motor functions were not. She desperately tried again and again throughout the day but it was no use and she only grew more disheartened. By the end of the day Jennifer felt utterly defeated by her apparent inadequacies.
As she got off the bus she headed back inside her home, a repeating thud and moans coming from Mary's room. Sylvia was at the table topless, Jennifer's new sister joined by her breast. Jennifer couldn't even deal with the scene of her mother then, she felt numb, in shock, overwhelmed. She kicked off her oversized shoes and slid the pull-up off, it was throughly used and she didn't even notice, only adding to her shame. Jennifer collapsed into her bedding face first, not caring about her ass sticking into the air. She just wanted this day to end.