My life is exceptionally ordinary. There is nothing about me that stands out or makes anyone say, "Who's that girl?"

I wear ordinary clothes, live in an ordinary house, with an ordinary family and an ordinary batch of friends (who could possibly be doing extraordinary things, without me in their lives.).

"Jazmyne, my mom wants to know if you'd like to go to the museum with us."

I looked up at Nilly and smiled, "Really?"

She cocked an eyebrow and nodded while laughing at me.

"Yeah... Now come on!"

I darted inside as quickly as possible and hollered at my mom to inform her of my prospective whereabouts.

"Just be home by dinner."

I yelled back a confirmation as I made my way over to Nilly's.

I found her sitting in her living room, "we're leaving in a few, just waiting for my mom to finish getting ready."

I nodded and propped myself onto the couch and we waited patiently for her mom to ascend.

"When is your eleventh birthday again?"

I looked up at her, "Next month... Then school starts."

We both let out a groan and laughed.

"Ready?"

I looked up at Nilly's mom and smiled.

"Yes'm."

Nilly and I laughed at my attempt to be southern.

Her mom crossed her arms over her chest and smiled at us.

I admired her, she is a very petite woman, with short black hair and glasses which settle precariously atop her nose.

She has thin lips which suit her face nicely, almost accenting her beauty and her dark brown eyes which only seem to appear darker when surrounded by her thick lenses.

I looked over at Nilly, who was basically a miniature clone of her mother.

She wears thin lenses and her eyes are naturally much brighter than her mother's and her nose is definitely more prominant.

But still, she remains just as pretty as her mother and all the more radiant.

"Have you ever been to the museum?"

Her mother looked at me through the rear-view as I excitedly watched the cars pass us by.

I shook my head no and continued to stare.

"We don't really go out."

"You're gonna love it."

I smiled up at Nilly who was grinning right back.

I nodded and bounced in my chair as we neared the museum.

I dashed inside and came face to face with waxy replicas of people I've seen in history books.

Lewis and Clark

I passed through the exhibit and eyed the statues excitedly.

Sacajawea stood there with her baby on her back.

I just watched carefully and took in all of the details that were painstakingly carved into her face.

I eyed her for a moment, she looked sad. Almost as though she was longing for something.

'Freedom?'

I eyed her, curiosity flooded through me like a tidal wave.

"I wonder if you were forced to travel against your own will."

"I made them think I didn't want to go. But the truth is: I was depserate to travel with them."

I froze and narrowed my eyes at the figure.

'Did she actually just-'

I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Why would you put yourself through that kind of trip?"

I watched her smile and let out a light chuckle.

"Love makes you do the strangest things."

"Your husband bought you as a slave I thou-"

Her expression changed, I watched her eyesfill with hatred at the mention of his existence.

"Even with the money he'd given for me, there was no way a man like him could ever buy my love. He wished he could have."

My eyes widened.

"Well, if not your husband, who did you love?"

She smiled, "Bill."

Her features calmed and her eyes became soft with longing, much like I had seen her earlier before she came to life.

"William Clark. He nurtured me, took care of me and my son."

"Is that what it's like to be in love?"

She smied even more and nodded at me.

I glanced around to make sure no one could see us talking.

She pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about something.

She shrugged, "But in the end, our love could not prosper."

I opened my mouth to ask another question, and as I did so, her face became sullen and she froze.

Returning once again to her waxed state.

"And over here is Sacajawea and her baby Pomp or Pompy. Later he was taken in by our friend Mr. Clark."

I jumped at the tour-guide's voice and decided now would be a good time to try and find Nilly.

Not a minute later, I saw her pink shirt peering out from one of the statues.

As soon as the tourists cleared out I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You were spying on me."

She stepped out wih her eyes wider than I've ever seen them before.

"I saw you talking to her."

My heart began to beat rapidly and I felt my stomach raise to my chest.

I furrowed my brow and gave her the most convincing display of confusion I could muster. "Who?"

She pointed to the very still statue of what was once a life like Sacajawea.

"I saw her talking to you too."

I tried to protest, but instead she grabbed my forearm and dragged me over to her mother.

"She did it!"

She exclaimed excitedly as we aproached her mom.

She smiled broadly and looked at me.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around me.

"Congratulations."

She whispered very softly into my ear.

I cocked an eyebrow at them.

"What's going on?"

Nilly's mom was becoming very teary eyed and I sighed and looked at Nilly.

"I expect some kind of answer."

She sighed, "I want to tell you, I really do. It's just not that easy. You'll find out in about a week."

I opened my mouth to speak but she took my hands in hers.

"Just trust me?"

With that, I lowered my head and continued to walk on.