A rose with sharp thorns

Prologue

Many people would describe Jasmine as rude, disrespectful, and a liar; she didn't like many people. In truth Jasmine was a caring and reasonable person, and her actions always justified.
Take for example Mrs. Jones, a respected figure in the village. She was wealthy and very beautiful, if you knew anything about the small town of Pinesburg (Pines for short) you knew that Mrs. Jones lived there.
Mrs. Jones had three sweet children and a loving husband, however she wasn't so loving and sweet herself. Despite her image of being a kind, respectful, gracious woman, she was rather petty, spoiled, and childish.

One afternoon, on Jasmine's first day working at the library in rushed Mrs. Jones.
"Are you my new neighbor?" She said with a sweet grin on her face.
"You probably already know me but I'd like to introduce myself anyways," she chuckled "my name is Barbra Jones what about you?"
She didn't seem too interested in the new citizen but more focused on making her own presence known.
"Jasmine." She said sharply as she looked Mrs. Jones in her eye.
Mrs. Jones scoffed
"Oh? It seems you're quite the feisty one huh? Better keep that attitude in check!"
Mrs. Jones laughed sweetly but anyone with common sense could hear the annoyance in her words.

You see, Jasmine wasn't just any old person, and she knew this very well. On her 14th birthday she gained the ability to see auras; if you asked her if seeing auras is a blessing she would say you were entirely wrong.
Jasmine lived her whole life knowing the ugly truth. She found it especially hard to be kind to the ones with dark, thorny, tainted auras, but no aura could be more viscous than his.