A/N: I do not own Jessie
A few months later I am four, being four meant a whole new world of possibilities, and the fact that Emma was bent on putting me in a pageant.
But one thing that was new, we found out that Mr. Kipling was Mrs. Kipling, and she had baby lizards. Gross! Good thing Ravi doesn't trust me around them.
Of course then there is the thing of the fact that they are all a year older now. Which I am too, so since this is a new year I am not in daycare anymore, I am in pre-school.
It is okay I guess, because Ryan goes there with me. Along with most other people from the daycare. Along with the fact that Dean's mother is the kindergarten teacher.
"Can a girl from school come over tomorrow?" Emma asks Jessie at dinner that night. So she gets to have a friend over but I don't get to have Ryan over? So not fair.
"Of course!" Jessie says as she takes a bite of the chicken they are having. I hate meat, so I'm eating the vegetables.
The next day when the girl came over it shocked me Emma even wanted to be seen with her. She was the type of girl I use to be, all black and chains. I like her already.
Of course, Emma lets her walk into the kitchen while she talks to Jessie, and I am in the kitchen.
"What is it like being a slave to the rich?" she asks Bertram.
"I don't know who you are." He says as he continues cooking. I look at her.
"Who are you?" she asks me.
"She's Destiny, I take it your Emma's friend." Bertram says. The girl nods as she continues to stare at me. I look down at myself to make sure I didn't have anything spilt on myself.
"How old are you?" she asks me as she sits down in a different chair and takes a slice of apple from my bowl.
"Four." I say as I take another piece.
"I'm fourteen." She states.
"Okay." I say. Why did I need to know this? I don't even know her name. All of the sudden Emma walks in and over to us.
"Destiny can you go play up in your room?" she asks me.
"Why?" I ask her as I take another bite of apple, "My apple!" I say to her thinking that she wanted to take it. What? I'm four it is the way we think.
"I don't want your apple silly." She says to me, "we need to work on our project, but I'll play with you later, okay?" she says. I think for a second, project or play... play! I nod and slide of my chair, grab my bowl and bolt up the stairs before Bertram can take it away.
When I get up the stairs I go to the only other place that is normal in the house, Ravi's room. It was shocking, but it was normal ish.
"What are you doing?" he asks me as I sit down on the ground by the door with my apple slices.
"Eawtinge." I say with my mouth full.
"I have homework Destiny." He says.
"So?" I respond as I take another bite.
"Can you please go? I'll play with you later." He says. Why won't anyone let me eat my dang apples! I walk out of the room and to Jessie's room. She isn't in there so I sit down on her carpet and eat my apples. There somewhere calm where I can eat.
All of the sudden she walks in and looks at me, "Destiny what are you doing?" she asks me.
"Eating." I say as I take a bite of apple.
"You can't eat in my room though, you are only allowed to eat in the screening room and kitchen, remember?" she says. I guess the four year old in me isn't very happy with that because I start to cry, which I guess panics Jessie.
"Okay, okay, how about we go downstairs and eat in the living room so I can keep an eye on Zuri?" she says. I instantly stop and stand up. She walks out of the room with me and into the living room.
"Jessie! I'm not allowed to write in crayon!" Zuri complains as she sits on the couch, "I just want to watch TV!" I sit down beside her and eat my apple slices. This is going to be a long day.
"Why people not like us?" Ryan asks me the next day when we are sitting in the classroom in our corner playing with some blocks.
"I dunno." I say as I pile another one up on our castle. It was actually pretty cool for the fact that two four year olds made it.
"They should." Ryan says as his mom walks in, he had to go home early because of a doctor's appointment. I remember those days when I was Jen, except mine was therapy...
When I got home that day Emma, who the night before was complaining about Rosie, that girl, had said that they were best friends now. Go figure.
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