Authors Note:
Hii my name is Sofi and this is the first story I've ever written on here and this is all new to me so please no hate. I can totally take criticism but not hate, thanks:) Also I'm a bit lost haha this whole thing is confusing because I'm writing this on my phone so yeah hope you like my story:)
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Jillian's P.O.V.
I'm not going to say my life is all rainbows and unicorns, but I am grateful for what I have. My little sister, Maddie, passed away two years ago at the age of 10 due to cancer, giving me the inspiration to write. I always write whenever I find the chance to. My older brother, Zach, is very protective over me even though I'm already at the age of 19, while he stands at 23. We both live together in our new medium sized apartment here in L.A. My mom and dad live in New York because of my mom's work. We used to visit them every so often but now with me in college and my part time job as a model, things got more hectic. Zach is a Youtuber, and he also has a part time job as a waitress, which I find funny considering he always ends up sitting down and chatting with the customers. Zach and I are very close, since we live together. Although there is something that has been bothering me lately.
Two days ago we were both sat in the living room going through old baby pictures and I noticed something strange about them. Zach had pictures of him from when he was just born in the hospital, up to about the age of six. On the other hand, I only had pictures of me STARTING at the age of six and up. Meaning that I, Jillian, didn't seem to have any baby pictures of myself. I had talked about this with Zach, just because I was curious as to if they where at mom's and dad's place in NY or I never had someone take a picture of me as a baby. Zach had just brushed the topic off, saying that mom probably kept them in another place or they were in the attic, but I did notice how tense he seemed while informing me, making me have the urge to call mom and see what this was all about.
So today, two days later, I was sitting on my bed calling my mom while scrolling through my twitter feed. On the fourth ring my mom finally answered.
"Hello sweetie, how's everything going?" She asked, "have you already called that agency to confirm the outfits for your photo-shoot this weekend?"
"Yeah everything is settled for this weekend, but I did have a few important questions for you...?"
My mom kept quite, encouraging me to go on.
"Well, I..." I took a deep breath and exhaled, ready to ask her about something that has been bugging me for the past few days, "I was wondering if you had any baby pictures of me?"
I could hear noises in the back, as if she had gotten up and closed a door.
"Mom, you still there?" I asked suspiciously. This already seemed shady and I was getting impatient.
"Oh yeah sorry, yes of course, they're in the baby photo album, Zach has his pictures in it as well" she said rushed.
"Mom that's exactly why I'm calling you, we were going through the album together and there's none of me as a baby." I swear this whole situation wasn't my cup of tea, I was a really impatient person and all these awkward pauses were just confusing me more.
"Baby I love you but I really have to go right now, I'm going to be late. We love you! Bye!" Well that wasn't shady at all, I thought sarcastically. I already had a huge headache thinking of the chances of possibly being adopted, what if I was? What if my biological parents are crazy maniacs locked up in jail? I shuddered at the thought but then a more positive situation came to mind, what if they were well known business people? That'd be amazing! It could give me a chance to show people my work and maybe write a book, or continue as a model. I shook my head smiling at my crazy thoughts,
"I must be going insane," I mumbled to myself. I looked at the clock and saw it was already 10:30pm.
"Crap, I'm gonna look like a mess if I don't get some sleep right now," why do I keep talking to myself? I should stop or I really am going to go mad, I thought as I plopped down on my bed, still in my clothes, with my makeup on. Oh, what a mess I'll be when I wake up.
