The Bodyguard: the sequel

5 years later

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday you, happy birthday to Marilyn-Justice, happy birthday too, you." I blew out the candles. "Five years old, my daughter is five years old," Daddy said. So yeah I'm five years old. I'm told I have a brain like my brother's and resilience like my father's. People would say I have a voice my mother but I don't like talking, to me it's unnecessary. I only say mommy, daddy, and Brother Fletcher and let my body language. I love to read and write. I have read the dictionary at least five times. I'm smarter than an average five year old. I hate being touched my people I don't like or know. Especially Sy, he rubs me the wrong way. "So how's to feel to be the most famous five years old in America?" Sy said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I swatted his hand and he quickly retracted. "Sorry," he said. "Daddy?" I asked and looked at the cake. "You don't have to ask to eat your own cake honey," Mommy told me. I smiled at her. Mommy, Daddy, and Brother Fletcher knows how much I love them. Whenever Brother Fletcher is in trouble for something stupid I do my best for him to regain the things that was taken away from him; temper tantrums were my best friend until I was four, that's when a switch became Mommy's best friend. Now I just leave the begging to Brother Fletcher. "Corner or middle?" Daddy asked before cutting. I didn't say anything. "I'm going to go with corner." I smiled at him.

"What is wrong with that girl?" Sy asked Uncle Tony, "I suggested that they put her in her public school so she can make friends whose parents buy Rachel's CDs, but she refuses to talk to anyone but her family and she barely even talks to them, I swear, if she was my kid, I wouldn't let her out the house." I hid around the corner and listened, crying until Mommy came. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked. I peeked behind the corner and watched them talk and Mommy looked and listened with me. "She's just unique," Uncle Tony said, "I'm telling you, that kid is special." "No, an albino raccoon is unique, that girl is just plain weird," Sy said. More tears came down my face and I tugged on Mommy's dress. "It's okay, I'll deal with him later," she said, "Oh I hate seeing you cry, hey how about tomorrow we go to the book store after you come home from school, would you like that?" I nodded and hugged her legs. She picked me up and said, "Let's go dry your face, it's almost time to open your presents." I laid my head on her shoulder. We went inside the bathroom and dried my face off.

"Okay princess, this is from me and Mommy," Daddy said passing me my first present. It was a heavy box. I tore the box open and it revealed a mixture of Barbie books and Dr. Seuss books. I could feel my face brightening up. 'More books!' "She likes them," Mommy said. "How can you tell?" Sy asked. "Do you see that face?" Daddy asked, "It's just screaming, I love my present." "Well she is going to love my gift," Auntie Sonya said pulling something out her pocket. She passed it to me and I looked at her with a confused face. "Open it," she said. I ripped the paper and it was a library card. I was so happy. "You like it?" Auntie Sonya asked. I got up and wrapped my arms around her. "Well your welcome," she said. I let go of her opened the rest of my gifts. Uncle Tony got me a cabbage patch doll. I named her Missy. Brother Fletcher made me a CD with all our favorite songs on it. Sy (sigh) got me a make-up kit. I like it, but I don't like wearing make-up very much, at least he tried. Bill gave me a mini Barbie jeep. I couldn't stop riding it. I was going so fast that I messed up my hair. It made Mommy mad, but she got over it.

After everybody left, I snuck in the kitchen and got my fifth piece of cake when I heard Mommy and Sy talking about me. "Sy, how could you say something like that?" Mommy asked. "I didn't know she was listening, she probably hates me now," he said. "No, she already hates you, but just because you thought she wasn't listening doesn't mean you should have said that. Why would you even think that?" "Wait how did you even know I said that?" "I found her listening and you were still talking. You made her cry and she never cries." "Well I'm sorry." "Don't say sorry to me, say it to her. If you aren't on her good side, then you aren't on my good side, now go fix it," Mommy said walking away from him. "That brat," he whispered. I popped out and said, "Takes one to know one." I saw the surprised look on his face when he realized I said a full sentence. "What?" he asked. I didn't say anything. I just walked back to finish my cake.

"So how does it feel to be five?" Brother Fletcher asked. We were in his room passing is basketball back and forth. I smiled. "I know, I remember when I turned five. Mom threw me a giant birthday party with my all my friends. She hired a clown and a magician; he made mom's ID disappear. Mom refused to pay him until she found it, it was so funny." We played until Daddy came in the room. "Okay you two, time for bed, ya'll have school tomorrow." "Just a few more minutes, we aren't tired," Brother Fletcher asked. "Nope, you have basketball practice in the morning and she has show-and-tell tomorrow. Come on MJ." He held out his hand and I took it. "Night sissy." I waved and went with Daddy.

"Mommy?" I asked when she came to tuck me in. "Yeah sweetie?" she sat down next to me. "Am I weird?" I asked. "No honey, you are just not like most kids, you are way better." I smiled. "Do you want me to read to you?" she asked. I nodded and passed her the new book she got me. She read the first two pages and stopped. "Do you like Sy?" she asked. I shook my head. "Is it because of what he said today?" I shook my head. "You just don't like him?" I nodded. "Okay, well if he causes you any trouble just tell me and I'll handle it." I smiled at her and looked at the book. "Do you want me to continue?" I shook my head. "Okay," she closed the book and kissed my forehead. "I love you," she said. I blew her a kiss and shut my eyes. 'Sy is going to pay,' I thought to myself and fell asleep.