Chapter Two
"I just can't believe it! You look so grown-up," Esme gushed at seeing her only goddaughter. "It's been eleven years, I'm seventeen now. I'll be eighteen in a few months," said Jett. "You look so much like your mother," Esme said softly. Jett felt pain in her chest when Esme mentioned her mother. "Thank-you," Jett rasped out. "Well, I had a room made up just for you," said Esme. "The others will be here soon, they went out hunting," Explained Esme as she disappeared in a flash. The whole thing would have felt weird to anyone else, but not Jett, she knew practically everything about Aunt Esme.
Jet found her room on the second level near the end of the hall. It was simple enough with black painted walls covered in silver stars. Aunt Esme had remembered. Jett let out a small smile at her memories. She opened her only suitcase and attempted to put her clothes away in the closet, until she saw how big it was. "They can't be serious," she said to herself. There was so much pink that Jett felt like burning the whole closet. She hung her clothes up front and closed the door behind her as she exited. Jett flopped onto the giant plush bed and sighed in contentment. She was exhausted and fell asleep within minutes.