~Chapter 3~

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"I like your necklace," Jaily said.

"Thanks, my mother gave it to me before she died," I told her.
———————————————————— "I'm sorry," Jaily said softly.

"It's ok. Everyone is going to die one day," I exclaimed, "Besides she wouldn't want me to be unhappy."

"Jaily, what happened to your mother?" I asked.

"I don't know," Jaily replied, "She had my older brother and me, then left when I was one. She probably remarried."

"Did you ever hear from her?" I said, "Do you remember her?"

"No, I haven't talked to her. I don't remember anything about her. When I was four I went to pre-school. All the children's mothers would come and hug them and take them home. I asked my dad were mother was. He said that he didn't know," Jaily told me.

     Jaily stood up and said that she was going to the bathroom. As she left the room, a photo fell from her pocket. I grabbed the picture of the ground and looked at it. It was a picture of a lady, a little boy, and a baby.
It must be her mother, her older brother, and herself.

     Knock knock! Jaily entered the room. She saw me holding the picture. I expected her to get mad at me. Jaily smiled. Her eyes sparkled. Her bright green eyes complimented her curly caramel brown hair. She looks beautiful not like me. I have straight black and brown eyes. I have pale skin. She has a natural light tan.
"You uh dropped this," I stammered.

"Thanks, my father gave this to me 3 years ago when she died," Jaily exclaimed, "I found out that she had another daughter that was four years old when she died. She's seven years old now."

"Have you ever met your half-sister?" I asked, Jaily.

"Yes, I met her last year. My father and my step-father decided to let Jake and I meet our sister. Her name is Violet Lapei," Jaily spoke, "She doesn't have the same last name as me, Naeviq."

"Wait, so your name is Jaily Naeviq? No middle name?" I asked.

"No I don't have a middle name," she answered me. 

     My father walked across the hallway. I looked at the time. The clock said 2:58. Jaily had been here for around an hour. Ring ring ring! Jaily's phone rang. She walked to my window and answered the phone. It was her brother. He is 19, so he must be calling to tell her that he finished is classes and wants to pick her up.
"Ok, I'll be there in a few minutes," Jaily told her brother.

Jaily is leaving? She always stays the whole day.

     I went with her to my driveway. Her brother was in his car. Jaily said goodbye and sat in the car. Her brother started talking to me.
"Hello," Jake said.

"Oh, hi," I replied.

"I heard you were Jaily's friend since 3rd grade," Jake exclaimed, "it's nice to finally meet you. Jaily is always talking about you."

"Yeah, we met in 3rd grade and we've been friends since," I repeated.

     Jake has curly blonde-brown hair. He has tan skin like his sister but brown eyes like his mother. He said goodbye and drove out of my drive way. Jaily waved and I waved. I walked back to the house.
Ugh! I forgot to ask her about the locket. I'll call her later.

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