We're Just Kids

My Little Girl

{Jerome's POV}

Savannah came into my room looking flustered.

"Jerome, something's wrong with Rachael," she said. I leapt out of my chair.

"What? What is it?" I asked nervously. I felt my heart racing.

"She, uh..." Savannah started explaining.

"That's impossible, though!" I exclaimed. Savannah simply shook her head.

"I don't think it is," she told me. My heart dropped. My little girl...

"So... should we take her to the doctor? Right now?" I asked. I figured the answer was "yes" anyways, but might as well check. Savannah nodded, as I expected.

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We arrived at the local doctor's office- I decided not to go right to the hospital, just in case it wasn't really anything too severe- within the next five minutes. Rachael muttered to herself the whole time. Maybe I should've just taken her to the hospital. Then again, what could they do about it?

The doctor took us into her little office in the back corner of the building's first floor. Rachael sat down on the stool covered with a plastic material.

"Hello, Mr. Aceti. Rachael. So, what seems to be the problem?" the doctor, Ms. Romano, eyed me questioningly. Rachael shifted nervously. Savannah stared out the window. I brought her along for moral support.

"Rachael's been acting pretty... strange, lately, and we're worried it's something serious. She's been talking to herself a lot- she was even muttering in the car. She's convinced it's her deceased friend talking to her, like some paranormal activity going on, but we think it may be a worse case scenario, like schizophrenia." Rachael slumped her shoulders sadly.

"When did this all start?" the doctor asked, carefully watching Rachael as I spoke.

"About two or three days ago, right Savannah?" I checked. Savannah turned for a moment to nod, then went back to staring out at the parking lot.

"Out of ten, how much has her behavior changed? Drastically? Gradually?"

"Seven or eight," I told the doctor.

"I see. I think it might be a minor case of schizophrenia, sadly. Keep an eye on her, and if her condition worsens, give us a call. We'll be in touch, yes?"

My heart dropped. She said it like it was nothing, like having some mind disorder was nothing. It made me sick.

I nodded my head lightly and let the girls walk out of the room in front of me.

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{Ryan's POV}

I caught Noah loading up his new account on the computer. He was typing in the username when I interrupted.

"So who's this friend, anyways?" I asked. He looked up at me from the swivel chair he was sitting in.

"If I told you who I was making the account for, you'd think I was insane."

I left the room.

{Author's Note: I really don't know where I'm going with this and how on Earth this is even about Team Crafted, so I changed the title to "We're Just Kids." I think it fits the book a lot better xD

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