I don't exactly remember "growing up". It's not like it just happened one day. But I do remember the first time I felt grown up.
ring. Ring. RING. "Yeah, hold on Jess, it says 'UNKNOWN CALLER'." I rolled my eyes, and gave Jess a smirk. We were paintimg our nails. Mine black as always, and hers some new color she picked up at the beauty store on the way over to my house. I remember exactly whag I was wearing. Grey sweat pants, and the shirt I had gotten as a gift from Jess when she went to Coasta Rica last spring. I had on socks too. Green ones.
"HAL-LOW." I said jokingly, in a naisely voice. Jess laughed. We did this frequently, anytime an unknown number called our phones, we would act as ridiculously as possible, usullay ending with someone crying out of laughter "Is this Gretta Fields? This is Detective Lowe." A sharp voice rattled my ear. My snarky grin was now serious, as well as Jess' seeing my concern. " Do you know a man by the name of ' Charles F. Gerald' , Miss Fields?" " Um, Yes, I know..Knew him.." Dad. "We are going to need you to come down to the station, Miss Fields to identify a body." He rattled off an address, as I dropped my phone on my bed.
