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Jasmines pov
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I woke up with a heavy headache and my heart racing as fast as it could, another nightmare of course. As if I couldn't get my life any worse. And to top it all off, I just moved to California all the way from New York, and I wasn't ready to say good bye to my friends
My house was huge, but I missed my old one. The one where I would go on my roof and look up at the stars with my boyfriend, but since I moved away my boyfriend said that maybe we should move on, so I cried all last night and that is why I had a headache.
My red hair was a wild mess and I tried to fix it, but my efforts were weak and the brush won, it dropped out of my hands and landed on the tile ground of my bathroom. I lowly groaned and reached down to pick it up, it was under the sink and when I reached down my mother burst into my room, screaming. "Jessica!" I quickly rose my head, and the back if my head hit the sink. I groaned and held my head with a hand, rubbing where I hit my head.
I glared at my mother with narrowed eyes, "Mom! What do you want! You just made me hit my head!" My mother was always like this, yelling and screaming at us with loud voices, it was annoying really. My mom put a hand on her hip and slightly glared at me, then sighed and walked over, picking up the brush and starting to brush my red hair down. She didn't look at my face, but continued to talk, "We are going to go look at the school today, then go over to the neibors houses and meet them, then afterwards we can go shopping at the mall. Sound good?" I nodded quietly, not wanting to make her angry but telling her, no, it didn't sound good. First of all, I hated school. So doesn't honestly? Second of all, I didn't want to have creepers living near us! And third of all, I didn't want to ride my moms crappy car in public, where others could see me, then make fun of me for owning a crappy car!
Once my mom left I jumped in the shower and turned on the water, the warm water running through my hair and down my back, I admit, it felt amazing! I hadn't showered in two days, because we were far too busy unpacking and moving, settling in and my mother didn't let me, simply because there was no time and it didn't fit in our busy schedule. I thoroughly shampooed my hair and conditioned it, shaving my legs and jumping out of the shower. I wrapped a fluffy white towel around my body and walked into my room, where many boxes sat all over the place
I opened my creamy brown dresser and on the top drawer I took out a pair of boy shorts(underwear) and pulled them on, then a light purple bra. I looked through my second highest drawer and pulled on a pair of booty shorts. They were dark, almost black, but jean shorts. I shrugged and pulled on a pair of un matching socks and ran over to my closet, sliding on a book. And, failing badly and falling on my face. I slightly laughed at my failed attempt and jumped to my feet, running to my closet and pulling it open. I grabbed a t-shirt with shrek on it, but changed my mind and grabbed a light blue tank top.
I heard my mom shouting down stairs at my troll of a brother, Max. He was the devil in my life, honestly, I hated him. I ran downstairs and when he backed into me I pushed him, and laughed as he landed on his face. Stepping over him, I started to walk towards the counter, but Max grabbed my leg and I fell, face first, into the counter. I landed on the ground, and held a hand to my eyes, to fake cry. As always, Max believed and started to say sorry, and begged for my forgiveness so he wouldn't get in trouble, and when he came close I punched him in the shoulder. He was a bit younger than me, 15 actually. I was 17, yet he was so much taller than me.
Max glared and held his shoulder, but his eyes widened and he softly touched my forehead and started to whisper, under his breath. "Shit..shit shit shit.." He jumped to his feet and ran to get a washcloth, I tilted my head and raised a hand to my head, but Max stopped me by smacking my hand away. He softly dabbed my forehead and I stared blankly at him, "What..?" I finally choked out, and he looked at me with guilt and plead in his eyes as he showed me the washcloth, it was red. "When did mom get red washcloths..?" My voice was strong, and I felt no pain.
