Jasmine Nixon, a girl from a small town who lives her life in solidarity doing only what it takes to get by. Pressured by her family's and school's expectations, she longs to get away and live her own life. She doesn't have time for anyone's problem...
The next morning I wake up groaning to the blaring sound of my alarm. 6:25. I toss my Duvet off of me and onto itself, the warmth evaporates from my body. Swinging my legs off my bed, I sit up and brace myself for the day ahead. School.
I pull the disorientated strands of my hair into a temporary messy bun with the hairband on my wrist and stand up. Once I have made my bed, I wandered over to my window opening the blinds and shushing the curtain to one side.
I look out on the tranquil street, the sun almost completely risen. The sky flows like watercolour with hues of orange and pink. The milkman does his daily morning rounds, the sound of the glass bottles clinking is like music to my ears.
In the calming moment of peace, last night starts to come back to me like pieces of a jigsaw.
"Harry," I whisper under my breath.
Swiftly, I turn back to my dresser and unplug my phone from the charger, simultaneously turning it on. Impatient, I stand restlessly tapping my foot as the screen slowly comes to life.
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Almost squealing in excitement, I put my phone back on the dresser and run to my wardrobe. Lucky for me it's non-uniform day today. Sweeping through all my clothes, I pull out a blue summer dress and hold it against me in front of my full length mirror.
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I twirl around, the dress flowing behind me. As I begin to feel myself getting dizzy, I slow to a halt. I take a minute to observe myself in the mirror before going to the bathroom to get ready.
Once I'm dressed, I sit at my desk and slide my school books into my backpack on the floor. After removing my messy bun, I begin to brush out my hair and tie it into a high ponytail.
I zip up my bag and head downstairs. Everyone else is already awake, although my dad has probably already left for work.
Walking into the kitchen, my brother is sat at the dining room table slurping up the last of his coco pops. He's dressed in his green primary school uniform but his headphones remain firmly planted on his head.
My mother stood with her back towards me, is cooking scrambled eggs on the hob when she realises my presence.
"Wow Jasmine! I've never seen you up this early," she says sarcastically.
