Jasmine

one

A\N: This story includes mature themes and topics, if you're sensitive to these types of topics I suggest not reading.

I didn't really know my mom.

I knew some things about her.

I know that I got my black eyes from her, but my brown hair from my dad.

I remember when she always made me pancakes and I'd always get syrup all over me.

I laughed at the thought, as I observe the pictures of my mother.

It was a picture of her when it was her fifteenth birthday.

But I was trying to figure out.

Who was the girl next to her?

She had her ginger hair in two braids, and made a silly face, maybe she was my mom's friend.

I turn around the picture and see:

Jane and Hazel. April 1, 2004. Hazel's 15th Birthday.

Hmm, Jane, that's a nice name.

I look at the picture once again and grin. My mom was very beautiful.

I fold the picture and put it in my pocket when I hear my dad call me.

I run over to the kitchen and see the same thing, him drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

I don't know exactly how my mom died, but I know I was 7 when it happened.

Ever since then he's been smoking and drinking a lot more lately. He must've really loved my mom.

"What, dad?" I ask him

He takes out a couple of dollars and asks, "Can you buy me another bottle of whiskey?"

"No, dad, you need to be sober."

"But I need it." He groaned.

"Mom wouldn't want to see you like this." I stated. He needed to stop. I worried about him.

"Just get me the damn bottle!" He yells, hitting the alcohol bottle on the corner of the table, causing it to break from the impact.

My heart beat fast, I have never, ever seen my dad like this. I run upstairs to my room and lock the door when I hear him coming near.

"Jas, I'm sorry, please open the door." I hear him say.

I open the door.

He looks me in the eye before I say, "I want to live with my aunt and uncle."

The color from his face fastly dissapears, "You want to stay with them?"

"I would feel more safe there..." I trail off.

"I'm sorry Jasmine, I just-

"You always say sorry, yet you do the same thing. until you finally get sober, I'm staying with Aunt Celeste and Uncle Carter."

I see a tear roll down his cheek. I made him cry.

I feel so bad, but I have to do this for me.

But...

He'd be more of a wreck if I was gone.

I sigh, "I'll stay dad, but if you don't get it together, I'm leaving." I look down at my shoes.

Even though I can't see him, I already know that he's smiling.

He embraces me in a tight hug, and I hug him back.

"I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you." He says

"I love you too, dad." I say with my voice breaking.

×××

"Scott was totally checking you out!" My best friend Hailey burbled.

I laugh, "No he wasn't."

"Yes he was!"

I smile. Scott has been my crush for the longest time, he was so cute.

I felt myself blushing as he walked towards our table in the cafeteria.

He looked even more cute, wearing his buttened up black polo shirt, with blue jeans.

"Hey girls." He greets us, taking a seat at our table

"Um, I left my makeup in the bathroom, I'm going to get it real quick." She says, before running off.

I roll my eyes. She doesn't even wear makeup!

I look back at Scott and see that he looks nervous, why is he nervous?

"This is a bit to soon, but would you want to go out with me, Jasmine?" He asks.

My eyes widened as if they'd pop out of my head. Scott Darris asked me out!

I blink my eyes and pinch myself to make sure that it isn't a dream.

Ow! Definitely not a dream!

"Uh, Jasmine?"

"YES! I'd love to go out with you!" I clear my throat, "I mean, sure I'll go out with you."

"Really?" He asks

"Yep. When's the date?'

"Um, does Saturday sound good?"

Saturday. The day that I was supposed to visit my mother's grave.

"Um, no. How about tonight?" I asked

"Um, okay yeah. Thanks for saying yes Jasmine, you'll have the time of your life!" He smiles before running off.

I smile. I'm going out with him.