A/N: New chapter! This one is shorter than the last, maybe I'll post two, but hopefully the next one is longer.
I don't own anything involved with the television show jessie.
That Friday Carlie, Syrah and I were lying on her bedroom floor. The plush purple carpet was under us and we had our arms stretched out as we ate popcorn and m&m's.
"Fears?" Syrah asks. We're playing a game, one of us asks a question and we all have to answer.
"Zombies." Carlie states, "And alcohol, it does bad things to people."
"Loud noises and the dark." I say. They both look at me and I shrug, "Always have been."
"Mine is death." Syrah says.
"We all go through it." I respond. Both roll their eyes but otherwise ignore my response.
"Why are you afraid of the dark and loud noises?" Carlie asks. I shrug. I really don't want to tell them.
"I just always have been." I respond. I remember the first time I heard a loud noise, Emma crying when she was born. I started crying and told my dad, who was holding me, to make her stop hurting and crying. Every since then I don't say anything, if I do people think I'm insane.
"Huh, weird. Maybe you should try and fix it?" they ask. Again I shrug , "What's with you and shrugging!?"
"I like to shrug." I respond, "Earliest memory."
"Meeting Dean when I was two and dumping sand on his head because I thought he was ugly." Carlie says. Syrah and I look at each other before we burst out laughing, "I'm serious!"
"My earliest memory is meeting you and telling you that you have dirt on your face... it was chocolate..." Syrah says to Carlie, "And then you walking over Jenny, who stated that it was chocolate and that I should apologize." We all laughed at the memory.
"My earliest memory is swimming for the first time with my parents and thinking that a shark was going to come eat me so my mom had to hold me while I was in the water." I say. Both girls respond with awe and we get on with the night.
"So what are you going to sing at the talent show?" they ask me. I think for a second before responding.
"I was thinking Bring me to life, but I think I will get Moon to help me." I say.
"Do you have a crush on him?" Syrah asks.
"I do not. He is my friend." I respond. They both nod but I know they don't believe me; I roll my eyes and roll onto my back. "Let's go to sleep, I'm tired" that ended the conversation. And we all went to sleep, but I kept thinking of my earliest memory of my birth mom.
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