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Time Theif: Chapter 4

The darkness was still with me. My whole body 
was cold and numb. The only this I registered 
was a muffled voice. It was a woman's voice. As 
time passed, it grew warmer, and I could feel my 
fingers and toes. Then, it got smaller, and I 
curled up into a ball, trying to make room. The 
only thing I enjoyed was the woman's voice. It 
was sweet and loving. Occasionly, I would hear 
a male's voice, and I was warm and strong. I 
grew to love hearing them, and I grew to love the 
people. Suddenly, all the warmth around me 
was gone, and I was slipping. Literally, I was 
being pushed out threw a small hole. It was a bit 
painfull, but I didn't like to hear the woman I 
loved cry out in pain as I emerged. Then, a 
bright light blinded me, and I was held upside 
down for a moment. I was smacked hard on the 
butt, and I wanted to turn around and slap the 
guy back but instead, I let out a huge, wailing 
cry. I was then turned right side up and placed 
gently on a table, and part of my belly-botton 
was cut off, and I was placed in tight blankets. A 
comfortable cap was placed around my head, 
and I was swaddled in blankets. I was then 
carried over to the couple. 
"Congrats, it's a baby girl." The doctor said, as 
he placed me in the woman's arms.
"Wow... Hi baby." Her voice was soothing, and I 
cuddled next to her. "Bill? What do you think we 
should name her?"
"I like the name Jo Beth." His voice was filled 
with pride.
"Jo Beth Smith. I like that." She stroked my 
cheek lovingly, "Welcome to the family, Jo. I'm 
your Momma."
This was strange. It was like one of the parts 
from a book. They talked to me as if I was their... 
Child. Oh. My. God. I was just born! Oh god. Oh 
godohgodohgod!!!
"Mrs. Smith, now would be the best time to begin 
feeding her." The doctor said.
"Ok..." Momma sounded determined. I was lifted 
up, and turned got the side. My lips brushed her 
nipple, and I realized what was goin down. I 
tryed to shut my mouth, and totally reject it but, I 
instinctively sucked, and the milk drowned my 
efforts to refuse. 
 When I was full, I drifted off to sleep against 
Momma's chest, her heartbeat being my lullibuy. 
                                                      ~7 years later~

"Please Daddy! Please?" I pleaded with my 
father. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, and I 
knew he couldn't refuse.
"Oh, Jo!" He groaned, "You know we don't have 
the kind of money to buy two tickets. I'm sorry, 
Bumblebee." He bent down and kissed my 
forehead. I stomped my foot in protest.
"But Daddy! It's the Jackson 5! You know that 
I've been dying to meet Michael! This is my 
chance to! Please?" I threw myself to his sock 
covered feet, and begged. Daddy plopped down 
next to me and ran his fingers through my hair.
He sighed, "Bumblebee, I'll talk to your Momma. 
I can't promise nothin b-" I tackled him to the 
ground, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!" I yelled into his 
neck. He hugged me back, and stood up with 
me still in his arms.
"Alright, go play." He set me down, and I took off 
to my room.

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