Jumpin' Jumpin' (age 9)
She had wanted to hang out with the Big Kids. Her alleged supervisors because the female Dr. Wright had been paged and the male Dr. Wright was already at work. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. The tiny thing, more curls than person, had infilitrated the High Schoolers' hang out as carefully and quietly as a mouse. The starting line had been a low table in the far corner. Over the course of an hour, Layla had worked her way first to the floor, and then across the span of the finished basement. Finally, she reached the finish line: on her belly next to where they all sat, crayons and coloring book sprawled out before her. The radio had been on and she had started to mumble along with the lyrics, and that's when she had caught it. The pretty girl with shiny straight hair who was sitting closer to Alex than the number of the people on the couch required.
"What did you just sing?" She smirked at Layla, obviously amused.
". . . 'cause the club is full of ballers and their pockets full of gum." Layla mumbled the words towards the floor, her cheeks beet red.