Jenny

It was early morning, the sun was barely up, and you were awakened by the sounds of heavy boxes being carried into the house. You went downstairs to see what was going on. You saw Mom and Claire helping carry the boxes, and Jenny was just standing there yawning—it was really early, after all. Jenny: Mom, I really didn't have to come, I could have stayed with a friend. Jenny is a goth with blue hair and quite short. Claire: Oh, come on, Jenny, you'll be here for six months, and look over there—you'll have company. Claire points at you, still half asleep.