HELLO! I am back! I am so sorry for not updating, I feel like it's been forever. I read some reviews and I have decided to continue one of my other stories, '590 DAYS', which a TON of people seem to enjoy. Thank you for all the support with that! I have also been learning new writing techniques and I have started liking my writing more, therefore I have started writing a new story, 'POSTER CHILD'.

This is the first chapter of POSTER CHILD, so I would appreciate any reviews you may leave. I hope you like it!

"If you'd just tell me, I wouldn't have to waste my energy asking you!" JJ said as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder. She was putting coats on her little kids, her triplet 4 year olds. She finished putting Grace's coat on and then she twirled her around and made sure her reddish-blonde hair wasn't tucked in the back of it. She put on Benjamin's coat after that, and then Tyler's. "Seriously, Emily, please tell me!"

"I'm off to work," Aaron Hotchner said, leaning over to kiss his wife on the cheek. "I'll call you tonight, when the plane lands." He walked over to the door in his proper suit and all and got his long coat on and grabbed his leather briefcase, his new one, in case you wanted to know. He kissed all the kids and went out the door, making sure to wave to JJ. She was really big on waves. You'd wave to her and if she really liked you, she'd wave back and smile and you could tell something was going on inside her heart. It was probably pounding against her chest or something ultra romantic like that.

"Em, listen, it's eight in the morning here," JJ said as she put her own coat on. She always had nice coats, even though they weren't that special. "Can I call you in an hour?" Her friend said yes and she hung up. She grabbed her keys and made sure all of the children had their backpacks on their backs. "Is everyone ready to go?" She asked. The children nodded and everyone went out to the car. JJ locked up and walked out to the driveway, where her car sat. She stopped parking it in the garage after Tyler dented it with his soccer ball. And SUV's are great and all, but still, he damaged it. Like, you don't just get to do it again. And even if it wasn't noticeable the first time, that doesn't mean it won't be the second time.

"Is this the time you usually leave to drop Grace off?" Jackson asked, clipping his seat belt. He was wearing some form of a track suit. Not like a coach would wear, but he had on these training pants and a soccer sweater from a tournament he'd played in a few years ago. In fact, he scored the winning goal. His whole team was so proud of him and JJ and Hotch jumped up and yelled and screamed in excitement. It was really something to see.

"No, I'm leaving earlier than usual, because I have you guys in the car. If you'd have taken the bus, you would have left around now, as well."

JJ didn't drive the kids to school that often, but she drove Grace because she wasn't completely sure about her taking a half hour bus ride. Jack had a fifteen minute bus ride, and Henry, Tyler and Benjamin had a twenty minute bus ride. It was also one of JJ's 'not on call' days, so she wouldn't be getting called in at a random time. It was inconvenient, really.

"What are we doing after school?" Henry asked as he watched the buildings and trees pass outside the window. "Can we go out for dinner?" JJ looked in the rear view mirror and smiled at Henry.

"I'm not sure, Bud," she said, returning her attention to the front. "Grace has an appointment with her audiologist at four o'clock."

"What's an audio...audio...whatever it is?" Benjamin asked, signing so that Grace could understand.

"An audiologist?" JJ clarified. "It's a doctor that deals with hearing and ears. That's where Grace is going today." Benjamin signed to Grace, 'today', and she shrugged.

"What's the sign for...audiologist?" Ben asked.

"Make an 'A' sign and circle your ear with it," JJ said as she turned a corner. "And then make the sign for teacher." Ben did what his mother told him and Grace understood. She nodded and sighed.

[Hearing aids?]

[I don't know.] Ben signed. "Mommy, is Grace getting hearing aids?"

"That's what we're going to talk about today," JJ answered, pulling up to a red traffic light.

"What do you think about hearing aids?" Jack asked, keeping his focus out the window. He could see the familiar trees and houses that were close to his middle school. JJ sighed.

"I don't really know," she said. "I like what they do, but they will not help Grace because she is almost one hundred percent deaf in both ears. Your father thinks we should try it, but I just don't get why she should be 'fixed'...she's not broken or anything." The car went silent for a few moments until they pulled up to Jack's school.

"I usually go here, can you stop here?" Jack asked, grabbing his bag. JJ stopped the car and let Jack out. "Bye!" He said to everyone. [Bye,] he signed to Grace with a smile. JJ left Jack's school and began driving to Henry, Benjamin and Tyler's elementary school.

[I don't like hearing aids,] Grace signed, [I don't want them.]

"Mommy, Grace doesn't like—ow!" Ben said, holding his arm. Grace's eyes were wide as she moved her hand away from hitting him.

[Are you telling mommy?] Grace asked, frowning. [No.]

[Why not?]

[Because I said so.]

"Ben and Grace? Are you two okay back there?" JJ asked. "What's going on?" Benjamin looked from Grace to his mother and sighed.

"Grace said she doesn't want hearing aids." Grace didn't notice what he had said as she was too focused on the outside world.

"She doesn't want them either, hey?" JJ asked. "That's okay, I wouldn't put someone on a bicycle if they could run just as fast." Benjamin signed what their mother had said to Grace and she nodded.

The elementary school that Henry, Ben and Tyler went to wasn't far from Jack's middle school. It was a few blocks over, a good 5 minute drive away. After JJ gave her opinion on hearing aids, nobody made much conversation. The only communication made was Benjamin trying to interpret for Grace and JJ. Tyler and Henry were often consumed by books or the outside to talk.

"Do you guys want to go out for dinner tonight?" JJ asked, keeping her focus on the road. She occasionally looked in the rear view mirror. "We could go after Grace's appointment."

"Where would we go?" Benjamin asked.

"When? During Grace's appointment?" JJ asked, looking in the rear view mirror. Ben nodded. "You're coming in. It's the only thing I can do. Your father's at work." A collection of groans and sighs filled the vehicle.

"Then where are we going for dinner?" Henry asked. JJ sighed.

"I don't know, where do you guys want to go?"

"We could go to that pasta place," Henry offered.

"I want burgers," Benjamin said.

"Me, too!" Tyler chimed in. "I want burgers and fries and chicken nuggets."

"Okay, and where do you want to go, Grace?" JJ asked.

[Where do you want to go for dinner?] Benjamin signed. Grace shrugged.

[Peaches,] she signed.

"She wants peaches," Benjamin said.

"Grace always says that," JJ said annoyedly as she pulled up to the elementary school. Since Ben and Tyler were so little, JJ had to walk them in to their kindergarten class. If they had taken the bus, teachers would have done that job. [Wait a minute,] she signed to Grace before she closed the SUV's door. She walked the boys up to the door and stopped to talk to their teacher for a moment, who asked about Grace and the older boys. The teachers at this school knew Grace and were always concerned about her. They'd ask how she was and all, and if she'd grown and stuff. JJ used to hate leaving her in the car because of all the stuff she'd seen at work and all, but now she would leave her for a minute or two while she dropped the boys off. JJ got out of the conversation she was having with the teacher and she kissed the boys goodbye. Henry liked kissing JJ in the car before going to the playground. He was better than Jack, though. Sometimes, Jack forgot to kiss his mother before meeting his friends. People change quite quickly, though. They do that sometimes.

[Are you okay?] JJ asked from the front seat. She started the car and pulled out of her parking space. She really wished she could communicate with Grace while driving. It was often that one of the boys played interpreter and relayed information back and forth. Benjamin didn't mind doing it, but if you asked any of the other boys, they'd give you a no. It was quite sad, actually, how little interest they displayed in learning ASL. It was almost like they didn't care about communicating with their sister. If anything, Grace was upset by the fact that nobody seemed to want to talk to her. The worst feeling is the feeling that you're not wanted, and if there's anyone who felt exactly that, it was Grace Hotchner.

[Tired,] Grace signed, resting her head on the window. JJ pulled up to a red light and turned back to her daughter.

[You might be low,] she told her. [Are you hungry?]

[No.]

[I'll test you when we get to your school,] JJ signed, going at the green light. The car was silent and both people had refrained from signing to each other. Grace, however, signed objects she would see as they passed. She'd sign 'tree' if she saw a tree and 'park' if they passed a park. It used to be enforced on her and the boys as a way to get them signing often and it worked because everyone knew transportation and nature signs. Grace would tap on one of her brothers and point to a tree and sign it and they would learn from her. But lately, they hadn't been repeating after her. They sort of ignored her and didn't pay much attention to her sign. So, she got used to signing alone.

[Tree, house, car, tree, tree, park, tree, car, tree, house.]

JJ enjoyed the silence as much as most people would. She used it to think about her day and the abundance of tasks that were waiting for her at home. She sometimes played music, but she felt it was rude after a little while because Grace would sign to her and she wouldn't know about it. Now, she used this time to concentrate on what was going on in her life. She had a greater appreciation for silence now that she had a daughter who was deaf. Though, she'd never know exactly how it felt, she tried covering her ears every so often to get a feel as to what was going on in her world. She'd take her hands away from her ears when she would hear the muffled calling of one of her boys. As much as it would be nice to hear nothing at all, JJ thought, it must be a pain in the ass to know you're missing out on something as simple as the voices of people, the tweeting of birds, the engines of cars, the buzzing of bees...you get it. She tried hard to stop feeling sorry for her daughter, she really did. She'd have all this sympathy for her, which was okay, but acting as though Grace had the hardest life in the world was really starting to piss her off. Like, there were children literally STARVING out there, and here she was, feeling sorry for her daughter who couldn't hear. And it wasn't even just that. It was her diabetes, as well. She felt bad for her all the bloody time. She'd stick a needle in Grace's little thigh at lunch when she needed insulin and she would get this pang of sympathy in her heart. She wished somebody would just smack her cheek and tell her to get the hell over it already, except nobody had the heart to tell a poor, overworked mother that she couldn't feel bad for her sweet, innocent, suffering child. It was so stupid, it really was. Everybody was so sentimental and wanted to feel sorry for their entitled children. If only they'd get the newsflash that their child wasn't the most unfortunate in the world.

"Grace—dammit," she said. She seriously forgot. You know those moments in the movies when a person would forget their loved one was dead and they'd strike up a conversation with them and realise they were gone? JJ had one of those every so often with Grace, except Grace wasn't dead. Grace was just deaf. Sometimes, JJ would call Grace for 2 solid minutes and get angry when she didn't respond, only to remember that she couldn't bloody hear her. She'd told Penelope Garcia this, and she felt sorry and all for her. JJ didn't feel sorry. She did with Rosaline, being dead and all, but with people who weren't dead— Grace — she wanted to slap herself for being so dumb. She just felt selfish, like, not everyone can talk, you know. [Grace,] JJ then signed above her head.

Doing this caused her to take her hands off the wheel for a good five seconds. Luckily, she was at a traffic light, one of the many sets of traffic lights you'd encounter as you reached Downtown Washington, DC. It wouldn't be too long before you'd see all the signs for Gallaudet. When the signs started coming up, Grace would sign 'Gallaudet' and all her friends names and stuff. Grace went to the elementary school beside the university. Kendall Demonstration Elementary School was what it was called, and it was really good. It was around a half hour away from where they lived, but it wasn't that bad. Finding a school that would accommodate Grace was really important. [Grace, do you want some water?]

[Tired,] she signed for what seemed to be the one hundredth time that morning. JJ rolled her eyes. Grace only ever signed one or two words to you, and usually, they had absolutely nothing to do what you'd signed to her in the first place. It wasn't like she was 'too young to understand' or anything, either. Her brothers who, keep in mind, were born just minutes before her, were speaking in almost fully complete sentences by three. Now at age four, they should be expanding that, except Grace wasn't. She was so far behind them in many ways and it bugged her parents a lot. Her father thought this was because they hadn't gotten her a cochlear implant when she was born, but JJ thought it was because she couldn't hear and therefore couldn't naturally pick up speech the way hearing children do. She had a point, though. Many people don't understand that deaf children lack some of the communication skills hearing children have. Most children learn their first words by hearing them and repeating them. When you can't hear, what the hell are you supposed to learn? So, Grace's first word happened to be 'peaches' because she really didn't want to be there, so in order for the sign teacher to get her engaged, she asked Grace to point to her favourite thing on the page her father had created. It was peaches, so that's's the word she learnt first. It wasn't a surprise, really, so don't be shocked or anything when you learn her second word was 'tired'. The lady had asked her how she felt, and lo and behold, her second word happened.

[Here,] JJ signed after she stopped the engine. They'd ridden for around five minutes in silence after Grace explained how tired she was for the six hundredth time.

[Tired.]

[Get your school bag,] JJ signed, grabbing her keys from the car. She closed the driver's side door and opened the back. Grace had grabbed her bag and put it on her lap, except it was now blocking the seatbelt JJ had yet to unbuckle. The triplets, being four, were still in car seats, making everything that much harder. It didn't really take that long for Jennifer to unbuckle her daughter's seatbelt. She helped her out of the car and walked her towards the school. Grace seemed to be mumbling something, but then again, she was always mumbling something. Her little feet sported Toms in a lovely navy colour and she walked with her feet turned inwards, like her brother, Tyler, did. It was called 'Pigeon Toes' or something, and it meant that you had to get physical therapy to correct it, but JJ and Hotch had hope that it would get better over time. Besides, it wasn't that noticeable, anyway.

[Are you going to call again at lunch?] Grace signed. Her little lilac backpack sat on her shoulders and went right down her back. It looked sort of big on her, like everything did, and it had this pocket in the front with a special keychain on it. It contained all of her diabetes supplies and was labelled 'MEDICAL', so only JJ, Hotch, teachers and anyone certified to use it could do so. There was one instance about two months ago where Grace had forgotten to prick her finger, so she never tested herself, and went into this really deep low and she started wheezing and all. Luckily, a teacher got there in time and stabilised her. Since then, Jennifer had been hesitant as to letting her four year old complete tests on her own.

[Of course,] JJ signed. [And do you need Daddy to call today? Or just Mommy?] Jennifer had this habit of calling, which was fine, really, but then she started urging her husband to do the same. He was often in the middle of something really important, like a profile, or something, but he always took the time to make sure Grace was doing fine. How it worked was, they would video chat and sign to each other instead of the whole audio call thing. There were not many audio calls in the Jareau-Hotchner household.

[Daddy and Mommy,] she signed, [And then sleep.]

[You should have slept last night,] JJ replied. [Sleep at nap time.]

[But the other kids,] Grace informed her mother as they walked down the kindergartener's hallway. [Sometimes, they can feel my alarm going off.]

[Who cares?] JJ signed. [Just do what you have to do and don't worry about anybody else.] They reached the door and Grace opened it. It was really loud inside and there were loads of really short people running around and yelling and making mess. Essentially, there were about twenty-five Bens, Tyler's and Grace's. It was really loud, considering it was an elementary school for deaf and hard-of-hearing children. Fortunately, not many people had to hear the sound. The benefits outweighed the turn-offs.

"Hi," one of Grace's teachers, Kate Harrison, said. Finally, JJ thought, someone I can hear and respond to with my voice.

"Hi," JJ replied. "Grace's a bit cranky today, she's tired. I don't know if it's her sugar, or if she's been up all night watching some signing animals show. Can you find out for me?" Kate laughed.

"Of course," she said. "And is there anything else?" JJ watched Grace as she hung her backpack on the little hook in the mud area. Her little shoes were nicely tucked in the cubby below.

"Her father and I will both call around lunch to check up on her, like usual," JJ informed the teacher. "Her journal is in her backpack, so call me if there's something wrong," she said. "Other than that, I think she should be fine." Kate laughed to herself and put her hand on Jennifer's shoulder comfortingly.

"She'll be fine. She always is," she said. "See you later!" JJ smiled at the woman and blew a kiss to Grace, followed by an 'I Love You' in sign. As soon as her happy little blonde turned around and started playing with her toys, JJ knew she could leave. She walked out to her car and got in and sat there, doing nothing. She checked the time, almost nine thirty, and scrolled through her contacts until she found her husband. She didn't even think to speed-dial him. He picked up and all, he was probably on break.

"JJ? Are you okay?" Came his concerned voice through the phone. JJ took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"Not really," she said, feeling her chest get all tight and all. "I can't get over feeling sorry for Grace. Why does she have all of these...difficulties? Why don't I have them? Why has she got to suffer?"

"JJ, you do this nearly every time you drop her off at school. I understand it, I do—"

"Do you?" JJ shot back. "Why don't you cry? Why don't you ever feel sorry for her? Why is it always me?"

"Because I don't want to feel sorry for her. She is not the most unfortunate child in the world. She is loved, protected, clothed...she has a lot of things, and I cannot possibly feel that way about her. Jen, you have to understand this."

"I'm trying!" JJ admitted loudly. "Believe me, I give myself pep-talks in the car, I remind myself that there are far worse things happening to kids, I compare her situation with others', which I never thought I'd do—"

"Have you tried thinking of her as Grace? I mean, not as your deaf, diabetic daughter?" Hotch paused as he chuckled to himself. "Try saying that three times." Aaron was really good at provoking thoughts. He sort of had to be, like, it was his job and all, but he was really good at it. You'd sit and think about what he'd said for days, months, years, even. "Think of her as your daughter. Your little daughter who loves you very much and doesn't want you feeling like this."

"Aaron, can I ask you something?"

"You're my wife, JJ, you can ask me anything."

"Why do you think Grace should get hearing aids if you want me to think of her as 'just Grace'? Like, is her being deaf wrong, or something?"

"No, no," Aaron said. "I think it will make her life easier, somehow." JJ sighed.

"But, putting a deaf child into a hearing world is something we've discussed at length and still need to—"

"Of course we have," Hotch said. "But, if we're still fighting about this, it's obviously not sorted."

"I'm just saying, I think it's a difference, not a disability. You have different views on this, and that's fine, but we're not fine if we can't come to an agreement on this."

"Listen, I have to go," Hotch told JJ. "We're flying out to Louisiana in half an hour and I have to get everything ready. Does Grace want me to call at lunch?" JJ sighed.

"Doesn't she always?"

"I love you," Hotch said, which almost sounded like a question, like he wasn't certain. No, he had to be certain, they'd been married for four years...but couples break up all the time. Were they going to break up? No, they couldn't do that. He'd never leave her with five children. He'd never be able to leave the children. What was she thinking? He wasn't going to leave. He just cares a whole lot about Grace, and when someone cares a whole lot, it's really hard to see whether they're with you or against you.

"I love you, too," JJ replied, letting out the breath she'd been holding in.

Afternoon came and JJ found herself walking through her local Walgreens, searching for Grace's favourite icing sugar, banana. She wasn't really searching, though, she knew exactly where the icing was. She'd been getting it for over four years. When she couldn't find her daughter's favourite, she decided to walk through each aisle and look at all of the displays. The pharmacist knew JJ well and had known her since Henry was born. They always discussed current events as he gave her Grace's insulin and he had always been supportive. JJ had gone in there at five months pregnant with the triplets and he helped her around and all and brought her bags to the car and stuff. And then she didn't come for a few months because Tyler, Grace and Ben were born at six months and Grace had been diagnosed with things nobody could possibly have prepared for. At some point, she showed up asking for insulin and when Grace was a baby, she had to refrain from breaking down. She did, though, break down once in front of him. She told him everything and since then, he had been really supportive. His name was Ralph and he was a tall, sort of handsome guy with dark brown hair and really friendly hazel eyes. Like JJ, he had a deaf child. He had a little boy who was eight and had been deaf since birth, too.

"JJ!" He said, walking over to her. Given the time of day, JJ was the only one in there, and for once, she wasn't in a rush.

"Ralph, hey," she said, "how are things?"

"Good, good," he said, approaching the food aisle where she was. "What's going on with you?" JJ sighed.

"Grace has an appointment today with her audiologist and he brought up hearing aids last time," she paused. "Aaron really wants to try them, but it seems like he's trying to fix her, and I don't think she needs fixing at all."

"Oh," he said, looking down. "That's sticky."

"Yeah," JJ said. "So, what do we do?"

"Have you gotten Grace's opinion?" He asked. JJ nodded.

"This morning," she told him. "In the car, I asked her and she told me 'no', but I don't know if that's because she's tired or because she really doesn't want them."

"Danny's got 'em, JJ, and he's got great speech, and he's going to this hearing school and he can communicate with us easily. Have you tried weighing the pros and cons?"

"I mean," JJ started, looking up at the man. "I want Grace to talk and be able to hear me from upstairs, I do, but...she is deaf, that was how she was born. I don't wanna change that. So much of that makes up her identity, and I think by getting hearing aids, she'll be erasing it."

"You want her to talk and listen, but you don't want her to get hearing aids? I get it, JJ," he said. "But have you asked Aaron why he wants Grace to get them?" JJ shook her head.

"We've talked about it, but it turns into yelling, and I don't want the kids growing up in an environment where we're constantly fighting over medical expenses and diseases—"

"You should calmly sit down and ask him why he wants this for her instead of telling him he's wrong for thinking so," Ralph suggested. "Hannah and I sat down and discussed it for nearly a year before we decided to get Danny hearing aids."

"But, how many decibels has Danny lost?" Ralph though for a moment.

"It was sixty-four last time," he said. JJ sighed.

"Exactly. That's...moderate hearing loss. Hearing aids are beneficial as hell for people in that boat. But, Ralph, Grace has lost ninety-seven decibels of her hearing, and I've done research. Hearing aids will not help her!"

"I still think you should talk about it with Aaron," the man said. The door opened and a customer walked in. JJ ran her hands through her hair and shouldered her purse.

"I'll see you next week," she said, walking towards the door. Ralph followed her and went to the counter. "When I come for Grace's refills."

"I hope you come to a conclusion," Ralph said. "Good luck!"

JJ drove home and got inside and took her coat and boots off. The icing was still on her mind as she went through the fridge. There were two sleeves of strawberry icing that would have to do for the time being, along with a bottle of wine that hadn't yet been brought into the dining room. She took the bottle out of the fridge and opened it and poured a half cup. As she was putting the wine away, she noticed it was time to call Grace. She closed the fridge and took her wine into the living room, where she called her daughter's school from the house phone to let them know she was calling Grace from FaceTime. After she got the OK, she called Grace. The girl answered quickly on her iPad and stood it up against the wall.

[Hello,] JJ signed. She was smiling, clearly very happy to see her little girl. [How is school?] Grace pricked her finger and squeezed a bead of blood out.

[Fun,] she told her. [I can count to ten!] JJ smiled.

[That's so good!] she signed. [What's your blood sugar?] The teacher came over to Grace and waved to JJ. She helped Grace put her blood onto a test strip and put it into the meter.

[It's probably low,] Grace signed.

"She's right," Mrs. Harrison said to JJ. "Five point five, a little below normal."

"I packed a sandwich and a milkshake, those should bring her up a bit."

[Did you get icing?] Grace asked. JJ shook her head.

[They didn't have any,] she told her. [I'll check next time, okay?]

[Do I still have to go to the doctor?]

[Yeah, you do,] JJ signed. [At four o'clock this afternoon. I will pick you up at three twenty, okay?] Grace nodded.

"If she eats this, JJ, she will need about three units of insulin," the teacher said as she prepared Grace's shot. Grace had a refillable pen that you could just load up with insulin. It was a purple pen that they'd gotten customised when Grace was around 3. She got stickers on it and little decals that looked really good and all. She had this other pen for nighttime with a different type of insulin and it was baby blue with moon and star stickers. It was really the only way they could get her to use them.

"That's fine," JJ told the teacher. "Can you text me her sugar in the afternoon?"

"I always do," the teacher said.

[I will see you later,] JJ signed to Grace. [I love you.]

[I love you, too,] Grace signed back. JJ ended the call and took her wine to kitchen. She contemplated dumping the wine down the sink since she had to pick Grace up in two hours, but she knew she'd never drink more than what would be deemed safe for driving. She was never much of a drinker, anyway. Whenever the team went out for drinks, she never drank more than three or four, and when she did, she made sure to wait it out a while before she could drive home. She'd only ever been hungover once, when the triplets were very little and Grace's diabetes had just been diagnosed. It scared her a lot to think people have multiple hangovers, so she stopped drinking over her limit. Alcohol was what broke her parents up, anyway. As she walked past the fridge, she noticed the schedule and realised that Grace had dance at six thirty. This came as a shock, since Grace hadn't had dance in weeks due to a break. You're never prepared for it to start back up again, really.

Jennifer was now standing at the sink, looking out of the kitchen window. Fresh spring flowers bloomed all over, the leaves on the trees behind the house were finally coming back and little bunny rabbits had started visiting again. It looked so wonderful outside, but it was going to change at some point. Soon, it would be summer, and the pool would be open, the trees would be greener than ever and the grass would be flat from the boys playing soccer on it all day. However, deep down, the garden itself will always be the same. The grass will always be there and the trees will continue to change and grow. It's the people who change. It's parts of yourself that you leave behind and parts of the place you take with you. Often, your outlooks change and you've got this whole new thing going on in your life, but as soon as you see one thing that takes you back to that moment, you're you all over again.

"She can't hear a single thing," JJ said aloud, her eyes scanning the backyard. She was big on talking to herself and all. The phone rang and she stopped talking and ran over to get it. She practically fell over the leather ottoman in the centre of the living area. She was clumsy as hell, she really was.

"Hello?" She said, pushing her hair back with one hand, as usual. She did it whenever she was unsure or something like that. "Gra–what about Grace? Is she okay?" You should've seen the look on her face when she heard what the other person said. She probably had a minor heart attack or something. "I...I'll be right there," she said. "Thank you."

THERE YOU GO. I have been writing this for weeks now and I realized I had a pretty enticing first chapter to post. You've all waited so long and I cannot fathom the words of an apology, so here it is in fiction-format. Reviews are always welcome! ALSO, be sure to follow this story to be emailed when I update. See you! x