Welcome to another fanfic. As you can see from the title it's euphoria. But it's with a twist. I decided to let euphoria bleed into the small town of Woodcrest, Maryland. Watch how some of your favorite characters grow and develop into their teenage...
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Jazmine POV: Everyone wants to have the perfect family right? Cool mom, sweet dad, fun little sister, cute dog, big house. On the outside it may have looked although everyone was happy but in reality it was hell. When I was 10 I was always happy with the world. I wanted to be everyone's friend. I was my own weakness. Eventually he moved across the street and my life changed for the better. Being a mixed kid I was confused on who the hell I was. Black or white? Always the questions.
He helped me find both sides of myself and never judged my actions. He didn't speak much but I didn't mind. I used to ask him multiple questions about the world that he calmly answered. Learning to listen and watch as he did I noticed the atmosphere created in my home. It was suffocating. I've never witnessed my parents fighting, never heard an argument, nothing.
The smiles were fake, the small talk they made was awkward, and I knew something was going on. Three years later I was 13 and more closed off. I stayed with one group of friends and never spoke to anyone outside of the small circle I surrounded myself with. My parents had gotten a divorce and I noticed how my mom took these pills every morning before leaving for work. I called them smiley-face pills.
One day he introduced me to his friend. Who changed my life for the worst. The quiet one slowly lost a connection with me going into eighth grade year and got with a girl named Rose. I was heartbroken, the boy he introduced me to, took me to a rooftop. I remember it clearly. I cried and whined explaining how I should've told the quiet one I liked him. But it was too late, he was with her now. The introduced friend then pulled out a plastic baggy and sat it in between us. The only noise heard was the birds chirping and my sniffles. He lit up a blunt and stared out into the world and handed me the bag. He was my comfort. Another weakness.
My parents were two very different people. Tom Dubois the white washed black man who was a lawyer, Sarah Dubois who was a nurse that worked hard night shifts in the hospital. I always saw myself as a burden. I wasn't like other kids. "Your daughter may have been diagnosed with many mental problems. Depression, she's bipolar, and has ocd."the therapist said.
My mom broke down in tears as my dad sighed and covered his face. I can't really remember much of my pre teen years. Everything was in a blur. I'd get disturbing texts from boys and be body shamed from girls.
Why are her boobs so big? We're only 13.
I heard she's supposed to be albino and they aren't very smart.
Why would Ming waste her time being her friend?
People questioned things about me I possibly couldn't answer myself. I remember the day clearly. My mom and dad had been arguing all day and he snapped. He left. Just like that. I sat on the couch with my baby sister and watched from the living room window as our mom chased after his car and threw her shoes at it, tears streaming down her face, and all kinds of screams.
The image remained in my mind for the longest. Soon mom stopped talking to us. It's like she had lost all hope of loving us anymore. That's when I remembered that small plastic bag and the boys instructions. "Whenever you use this. Crush it up to a powdery like state and snort it through your nose. You know how people did smarties back in the 3rd grade."
I stared in the bathroom mirror at myself before I followed his instructions. What's the worst that could happen? Saying that three years ago ruined the Jazmine people knew and loved.
