[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Jess took a deep breath as she hauled her suitcase upstairs. Roxy was right. By panicking at the thought of her mother possibly noticing something, she'd make that much more likely to happen. [color=teal]"Sorry,"[/color] she whispered. [color=teal]"I'll do my best to ignore them."[/color] She had to. Even with the lingering reminder of the situation in the background, she'd have to act like it was just a normal family outing.

She headed into a room, closing the door behind her. Her room. No, not hers any more. This was weird, being back in this room after five years, books for teens still on the shelves and posters of bands she'd long since lost interest in on the walls. It felt like it belonged to someone else, or had once done. She dug a fresh top out of her suitcase and changed out of the coffee stained one into it, then opened the door to the anchor waiting outside.

[color=teal]"And seriously..."[/color] she added. [color=teal]"This is your choice too. What kind of food do you want?"[/color]