Why I'm Not A Wallflower

Trish and Dominic

Jackson.

His name is Jackson.

I haven't even known Jackson for two minutes and I already hate his guts. I hate him so much. I hope he dies a terrible, painful death. I don't care if he's cute, he deserves to die. It may sound harsh, but it's a fact. Whether it's nice or mean, a fact is a fact.

I'm almost at Jessica's house. As I'm walking, I'm making up scenarios of Jackson's death in my mind.

My mind is a dark place sometimes. It's a place sometimes I don't even understand. Nonetheless, it's my mind. And I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life.

I realize I've made it to Jessica's house.

I walk up the driveway and ring the doorbell. I'm deciding whether or not I should tell Jessica about Jackson or not when she answers the door.

"Julia! Thank you so much for coming!" she beams. 

I decide not to tell her about Jackson. She seems in such a good mood and I don't wanna be the person to rain on her parade.

"No problem, Jess!" I respond.

I pull her into a hug. She's nice and warm and I never ever want to let go. But I do because Trish and Dominic come running towards me.

"Hi, guys!" I beam.

Trish and Dominic are the best kids ever. Ever since I met them, I knew from the very beginning that they were special. I can't explain it, but I know they will do great things in this world some day.

"Julia! Julia! Julia! Come play with us!" Dominic chirps.

"You two go play without me. I'll be there in 2 minutes," I explain.

They run into the living room leaving Jessica and I alone.

"So Finn will be home from work at 3:30." I should be home shortly after. I already made sandwiches for lunch. They're in the fridge. And again, thanks so much for doing this, Julia!" 

Finn is Jessica's husband. He's nice as well. This whole family is nice. 

"No problem. I love the kids," I respond a bit to happily.

"Ok, I'll see you soon."

And just like that she's out the door.

I walk into the living room and find Dominic and Trish playing. I go over to them and ask them what it is that they're playing.

"Cops and Robbers!" Trish replies.

"Yeah! And I'm the cop and Trish is the robber," Dominic informs me.

"Oh fun! What should I be?" I ask.

"Hmmm... you're gonna be a robber," Dominic tells me. 

"Okay! Sounds like fun!" I tell them.

We start running around screaming like crazy people, not caring who hears us.

 "I'm gonna get you, bad guys!" Dominic yells. 

He starts chasing us around the couch, yelling like crazy. 

We play this game for a while until I'm out of breath.

"Okay! Who's hungry?" I ask. 

"Me!" they both respond in unison.

"Your Mom made sandwiches. They're in the fridge. Let's go!" 

They run into the kitchen and sit at the table. I follow behind them. I open the fridge and grab the sandwiches. They're PB&J! Yum! 

I give the kids their sandwiches and sit down with them. 

All of a sudden Dominic says something really random. 

"Julia, I wonder if we'll ever get to see you again at our new house." 

"What? What are you talking about?" I ask confused. 

"Oh, Mommy didn't tell you?" Dominic asks confused. 

"Tell me what, Dominic!?" 

"We're moving," is his response.