Hey Guys! I know chapter 1 was short but this one will be longer!
Once again, I do not own Jessie or Suite Life on Deck, or the content.
Jessie's P.O.V.
I sit down on the couch as Morgan and Christina begin to explain all of this information to me. "Jessie" Christina starts "Last night we got a call from two people named Eunice and Clyde Pickett They claimed to be your parents." I interrupt and say "But my mom is dead, and their not even my parents names. Heck, their not even Prescotts." Morgan chimes in and says "I know, but just listen." I remain quiet as I listen to the rest of the story. Morgan continues by saying "Jessie, we believe your real name is Bailey Pickett. See, if this is true, then when you were in high school, you went on a cruise ship and continued with their education program called Seven Seas High." Now that he says that, it sounds familiar. "Throughout your time on the S.S. Tipton, you graduated on the boat along with your friends and you were accepted into Yale." Wow, I got into Yale? Christina speaks again and says "The S.S. Tipton was sold by the time you graduated, so they were bringing the ship to Florida, where everyone was to be picked up. Though, the ship collided with a large rock in the ocean. Everyone was sent to life boats. You made it to one safely but fell overboard in a wave. The life boat was too far away now so you had to swim to shore. The closest place was Texas." That is where I am from I think to myself. Morgan continues with this ridiculous story. "Though, you hit your head on a rock as you swam to shore. You made it there safely, then passed out from the rock. Later that day, the man you call your father found you lying their, unconscious. He took you to the hospital where he found out you were in a coma. You woke a few weeks later, but with amnesia. No one their knew who you were or where you were from, and that man wanted you to have an identity, so he made you 'Jessie Prescott.' His wife actually died, so he said your mother died, as se was also un the military. He made up all these things because no matter how hard anyone tried, your memory would not come back." My dad lied to me. No, this can't be. "Jessie," Christina adds, "Eunice and Clyde have been looking for you ever since the crash. They found you when you and Emma were having a girls day at the Tipton hotel. The man you spoke to, Mr. Moseby was his name I believe, supervised and managed the Tipton so he realized you looked exactly like her. Apparently, you told him your name, and since you looked at lot like her, he contacted the Picketts and told them your name, and you were in a play so they knew were you were, which led to them finding us." "But how will we really know if this is true?" I ask. Without hesitating Morgan says "Eunice, Clyde, you can come in." And out of the screening room, here they come. They ran over to me straightaway and lock me into a hug. Eunice says "Oh my baby, how I've missed you." I reply "Wait, I don't know if this is true. Let's get our DNA tested. That will give us the results for sure." Clyde says "Whatever it takes to get out Bailey back." Morgan offers to pay and we all go down to a friend of Christina who specializes in this kind of thing. We each get a blood sample taken, (me, Clyde, and Eunice) and the man goes to analyze the results. He comes back later to tell us his conclusion. "Mr. and Mrs. Pickett," he begins, "The theory of this woman being your daughter is... confirmed. Miss, you are surely Bailey Pickett." My parents hug me but all I do is think of the anger raging inside of me towards the man I called my father.