Can the Tough Girl go Soft? (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: The First Day

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Well this is officialy chapter one of my story. this chapter is worst than the rest of my chapters, so just warning you it wont be my best work, so if you do keep reading, itll be better, promise (:

Again i repeat, if people dont ask me to continue this story i might not post it anymore, so if you are reading this, please tell me so that i know to continue or noot. thanks a looot :D

Anyway if you are reading this, have fuuun <3

xxx

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“JASMINE??” I hear my brother scream. I groan loudly while he mercilessly blinds me by opening the curtains in my room. I shield my eyes with my big blanket and sink deeper into my comfortable pillows.  He seems to have left the room so I relax and try to go back to sleep. Let’s just say I am not a morning person….

Right when im about to fall asleep again I feel the warmth leave my body as my big, warm blanket is torn away from me. “NOAH! STOP PLEASE” I shout at him while rubbing my eyes and struggling to retrieve my sheets. It was freezing outside of my bed, but that wasn’t the only reason I didn’t want to leave this bed. I had to go to my new school today. And I’ve always had trouble in school… I was actually bullied in my last one for being… different, let’s say… The only thing that would be bearable about going to school is that I have Jenny there with me. Then, a though strikes me, this is a chance of a clean slate, no reputation, no nothing, I can finally be me without being judged by my previous reputation of – my thoughts are interrupted as I see my ass of a brother leaving my room, taking the sheets with him. Idiot…  I reluctantly get up from my soft and comforting bed, and unsteadily, sleep still affecting me, walk towards the bathroom down the hall. Noah passes by me and I glare at him, only for him to stick his tongue out at me, causing me to roll my eyes. Once inside the bathroom I strip out of my large shirt and slip into a peaceful and hot shower, washing away all of my sleep.

I come out of the shower much more relaxed, although still a little tense with the day to come.

“What to wear. What to wear..?” I mumble to myself, while searching my closet for a presentable outfit for my first day of school.

I end up chosing a grey crop top with the label trouble maker on it, paired with high waist, light wash, ripped and studded jean shorts. I add my simple pair of black ankle boots and add a bit of my own flavor with a black cuff with gold bling.

I apply the little makeup I apply daily, and go downstairs for breakfast.  The moment I step foot downstairs my nostrils are attacked by the marvelous, wondrous smell of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. Hmmm… I love my mom! I skip happily into the kitchen, feeling like a little kid again, and smile at my plate in the table. Let’s just say, food is LIFE.

“Good morning sweetie, I thought you’d like a good breakfast for the start of the school year to cheer you up!” My mother says sweetly, motioning for me to sit. I nod and sit down in the high stool in the kitchen counter, instantly digging into my plate.

“And then you complain when you don’t have a boyfriend” Says Noah as he trots down the stairs, sitting in the seat across from me. I shoot him a glare and wittily retort

“Since when was I complaining about not having a guy in my life? I am happily content with my life as it is.” He rolls his eyes and I don’t bother continue, the food in front of me was desperately calling my name.