Story of a Girl - Chapter 3
Juliette's POV
After that depressing conversation, Jocasta fell asleep in my arms. The poor thing was probably emotionally and physically exhausted! After a quick argument, we agreed that we should keep an eye on her till morning. Then we could call child services. No, this is not kidnapping (I think...Nick didn't have a problem with it), we are simply watching her till we can hand her over to child services. After about an hour of driving, Nick dropped off Monroe and Rosalee at their respected homes then we pulled up into our drive way. I put her in our guest bedroom upstairs, across the hall from ours. Around 2:30 A.M., I dozed off.
I woke up when I heard some glass shatter in the kitchen. I looked at my clock, it told me it was 8:47. I admit, I was not a happy camper because I had only had about 6 hours of sleep. I heard more glass shatter and Nick woke up this time.

"You check Jocasta, and I'll see who is in the kitchen." Nick told me.

So after the was made plan, I quietly tip-toed into the guest bedroom to find it empty! Where is she?! I heard more glass shatter, only this time I heard Nick...did I hear him laugh? I swear if he is purposely breaking my plates and this is some sort of prank he is going to get it! I rushed downstairs to a sight that surprised me. In front of me was Jocasta with a small smile on her face, covered in flour (along with the rest of the kitchen), holding a mixing bowl. On the floor to her right was a broken glass liquid measuring cup that apparently had some milk in it. Nick was next to the stove with a fire extinguisher and my favorite pan smoking. In front of him were two broken mugs, that had coffee in them at one point. Overall, the kitchen and its inhabitants (excluding me) are a mess. I grabbed the broom and dust pan and cleaned up,
the broken glass and mugs. After that was done, Nick helped me clean up the stove, floor, walls, appliances, and counter tops, while Jocasta was setting up the dinning table. While we cleaned, Nick explained that he had come downstairs to the mess and to a small fire. He was able to put out the fire before the smoke alarm went off and was laughing because Jocasta seemed mad at him when he put out the fire. The mess was finally cleaned up after ten or so minutes. We saw the dinning table set and pancakes ready to be eaten. Jocasta was sitting in a chair, eating some pancakes already. I sat down while Nick got some syrup and butter to put on the pancakes.
We would have had some coffee, but the coffee pot had a crack in it. She gave us a weird look when we started eating, but it turned grateful once I smiled at her. Soon, all the pancakes were gone. Nick said he was going 2 make a quick run to the grocery store to pick up a new coffee pot, then pick up Monroe and Rosalee. Once he got dressed and left, I started to pick up. Jocasta was fascinated with the dish washer once I loaded it up and started it. She grabbed my hand and lead me into the living room and started pointing at the tv.

"That?" she kept repeating while pointing at the TV. Poor girl didn't know what television was (I was wondering if that was such a bad thing).

So I sat her down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Nick had left it on Comedy Central and Saturday Night Live was on. I was about to change it since I'm pretty sure an eight year old shouldn't be watching this type of stuff when she started laughing.

"Morons" I heard her mumble under her breath before she started laughing again.

I decided since she liked it, I'd let her watch it while I showered and got dressed. Thirty minutes later, I found her where I left her. I turned off the TV and decided that she should probably take a bath or shower. She still had some dirt on her and her hair was tangled. I took her hand and lead her upstairs into the guest bathroom to have her bathe herself, at least I hope she could bathe herself. I was right, the second she saw the bathe she pushed me out of the bathroom and shut the door. A few seconds later, I heard the water running. She then cracked the door, only enough for her small arm to show and drop her dress in front of the door before closing it.

"Wash?" Jocasta asked.

"Okay, don't take to long." I told her then felt a tad stupid and confused. When we met her, she didn't understand English, yet she can speak some. Maybe she's a fast learner? I'll figure it out once Monroe is here.

I washed the dress in around ten minutes (a new record time for me). I went back upstairs and knocked on the door. Apparently she was done with her bath because the second I knocked she cracked open the door and some how grabbed the dress in my right hand. Five minutes later she walked out clean with a brush and a small light blue ribbon. She took my hand and sat me down on the guest bed. Afterwards, she handed me the ribbon and brush and then sat down in front of me.

"Braid?" I was asked.

I started to brush her hair to get the rest of the tangles out. It surprised me when I found her hair soft. I then parted it three ways and started braiding her hair.
After I tied the blue ribbon at the bottom of her hair, she got up and hugged me. A few seconds later we broke it off and we went downstairs to watch TV till Nick came back with Monroe and Rosalee.

Rosalee's POV

I got a call from Nick around 9:30 in the morning saying that he was going to pick me up in about a half hour. I was already in the middle of my oatmeal breakfast and didn't have much planned for today, other than going over the shop's inventory. He said something about helping Monroe translate. I was too tired to really pay attention so I decided to get dressed and wait for Nick. He was 10 minutes late, but he brought coffee. I forgive him. I really feel bad for the kid, I'm had trouble getting over my brother's death as an adult, but never knowing your own mother, life's being harsh to this kid. Once we got to his house we saw Juliette and Jocasta laughing so hard that Jocasta was on the floor. I looked at the tv, of course Nick would let an eight year old watch Saturday Night Live, but Juliette? That was new to me. Juliette saw us and turned off the TV. Jocasta looked over and smirked once she saw Monroe. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Monroe cringe slightly. I don't blame him. We all went into the dinning room and sat down.

"Lets figure out where she's from, how she got here, and what we can do to help her." Nick stated

Thanks for reading! Sorry about the lateness of the chapter, I've been on vacation lately. I'll try and post a chapter every week, if school work allows it.

Have fun going back to school if you go to school and I wish you all a great year!

Also check out my friend the goddess of dance, they have two amazing stories. They are "Except the Unexpected" and "The Life of a Spy".

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