We get up pack all the stuff in her bag again and head off in the direction of the highway. The woods is starting to get dark, my legs start to get tired, and my breathing starts to grow short and fast. I want to ask Jasmine if we can stop, but she looks like she could walk a mile more. She turns back right as I’m thinking this and says, “Maybe we should call it a night.”
“If you insist,” I don’t have the energy to argue.
“That sounds great,” I say falling down on my butt.
“Do you want a snack?”
“Oh yes please!”
“Granola bar or half of the turkey sandwich?” She asks sweetly.
“Half of the sandwich please.”
She reaches into her backpack first pocket, and grabs the sandwich then takes a huge bite almost eating the whole sandwich. She looks as though she could eat a landslide and it causes me to think when was the last time she ate?
“Hey J, when was the last time you ate?”
“Oh you know like maybe 2 days ago,” she says her face getting red.
“Wow I at least thought you could take care of yourself.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled looking sad and mad at herself.
We finish in silence. Jasmine looks towards the direction of the highway. Her face looks distant and as though she is in deep concentration or thought. I want to ask her what she is thinking of, but I know not to disturb her when she’s in this state. I curl up against the tree putting the jacket I was wearing under my head.
I hear Jasmine tell me she is just gonna see if she can find the highway. I tell her to be careful and she reassures me by showing me her 100% charged phone. She leaves but it suddenly feels empty the moment she’s gone. I sit up not wanting to be laying down anymore. I have absolutely no idea why but I’m scared now that she left. I want the comfort of her next to me, but mostly Deedee my crush.
Deedee has light blonde hair, big blue eyes, her hair is parted neatly on the left side of her head, she is skinny and muscular, her body has nice beautifully cut curves, and a gorgeous face. She is one of the most popular girls in my middle school with over 500 kids. Her real name is Delaney. She is one of the nicest and honest kids I’ve ever met.
Deedee wears crop tops with tank tops underneath in everything but winter. She loves to wear mid thigh jean shorts or Nike shorts during that time to. In the winter she wears leggings or jeans with a sweater or short sleeved T-shirt with a jacket.
She comes from a rich family that often donates to the Star of Hope and other places like that. Her parents must have done a good job raising her and 3 other boys, because none of them have any problems and aren’t one bit selfish. They all never brag in anyones face, which I love.
The only problem is that she hates me. Delaney never pays attention to me or gives me dirty look when I get into fights, which is quite often sadly. I have tried so hard for her not to fight but I have anger issues that don’t help the matter. We only talked once because I beat up her boyfriend. She slapped me across the face and stalked off after telling me never to do that again or she’s calling the cops. From that day forward I stayed away from her and any boy she dated.
“I’m back!” Calls the familiar voice of J snapping me out of my daze.
“Oh great,” I said getting up, “How far is it?”
“About 2 miles.”
“Ugh,” I complain.
“Look I know this is hard for you but lets just go a little further.”
“Fine, fine, fine.”
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ChickLitJasmine is trying to find her way in the world. Little does she know that in order to find her way she needs to find herself.
