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Jasmines POV
I woke up in the middle of the night from my parents in there bedroom. I got up to hear what they were fighting about. I walked out of my room to go by their door. I heard a loud slap, I flinched. I started to have tears in my eyes. I went back to my room. I mean I hear them fight a lot but not like this. I couldn't sleep. I heard my mom shout one last time before I saw her open the door and slam it. I ran to her. I yelled.

MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU GOING!? Honey I'm just going to go cool off. I looked confused. I walked up stairs to go in my dad and moms room. Dad what happened? Nothing sweetie go back to bed. Where is mom going? She said she needs to cool down. Okay? I walked back to my room not knowing what to think. I started to freak out. I started shaking and crying. My dad ran to my room. He looked at me.

He sat on my bed. He hugged me tight. He held my head close but I was still shaking and screaming. He ran to the bathroom and got a cup of water. He ran back and he opened something. He said put it in your loath and swallow with water. I took it and shaked. He hugged me for a while till I wasn't shaking. Dad what were you and mom talking about? A lot of things. Did you smack her? No I didn't. Then why did she have a red mark? She fell.

When she was walking. It was dark. Okay dad I'm going to bed. He walked out and I stayed awake. There is no way she could of tripped. I can't believe my dad would abuse my mom. I stayed up and stared at the wall. Before I knew it my alarm went off. I smacked it off and moaned out of bed. I went to my shower and turned it onto hot. I got a towel and put it on the rack.

I got in and did my regular routine. I rinsed everything and washed my face. I turned the shower off and got my towel. I wrapped it around my wet warm body and walked out I got a T-shirt and some jean shorts. I went back into my bathroom to do my makeup. I went down stairs to eat breakfast. I had a pop tart and orange juice. I sat at the table and ate my breakfast.

My dad yelled from across the room the bus is here! Okay dad. Bye. I ran out the door and saw the bus about to leave. Oh shit! I literally ran to the bus like there's no tomorrow. I was running beside it and threw a rock at the window. People looked at me. I motioned to the bus driver. And someone got up and the bus finally stopped. I ran to the door and hopped on out of breath.

Oh I'm sorry Jasmine. Yup yup thanks. I sat down in the back annoyed. Hey your sitting in the guys section. Uh yeah. Well does it look like I give a fuck? Haha no. One of the guys asked me you ran so fast, are you thinking about joining football? Oh I don't know. Oh come on your an amazing runner. I mean I think I'd be a track person not a tackle person.

We will teach you. Whose we? All of us. Umm started to blush because I'm talking to a full team of football players. One just smiled at me and I smiled back. A. I got cut off. So you will be at practice, don't be late. It starts at 3:30. A um okay. They all laughed and went off the bus. I was the last one off. The bus driver said you should really join. I'll think about it. I went to my locker to get my pencil and books.

I went to my fist class witch was social studies. I looked to find an open seat. There was only one, great. Bu 3 of the football players. Why I whined. I was just heading towards my seat to sit. Just as my name was called up. Yeah? Can you come up here. Um sure. What for? Tell us about yourself. Um well there's really nothing exciting really. My name is Jasmine Lee Rose.

I am from New York. My dad just got a job here. And my parents wants to start over with our lives. So yeah I smiled. What are your hobbies? Oh we are going into that? Well I sing I write songs I love to sing anywhere I possibly can. I enjoy playing my guitar. Someone burted out. So your like a girly girl? Um you can say that.

I mean I don't dress in pink. Can I sit now? Yes you may. I sat down. People were staring at me. We did a lot of work. Class ended at 9:30. I put my work in my bag and grabbed my stuff and went to my next class. I asked one of the people witch class do we go to next? Science class. Okay thank you. I looked for the science class. I walked in and took a seat. Again by the boys.

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