"I'm home" Jasmine said when she opened up the beautiful, pearly colored front door. *silence*
Waiting for a response she says
"Whatever." and slams the door behind her. She then walked through the front of the house. The front room was somehow majestic in a way, and almost too fancy for her liking. Because her dad wasn't home till 10 at night, nobody else in the house would talk to her. She then started walking up the 2 flights of stairs made of hard, polished white wood up to her room, rubbing her hand against the smooth surface, as she walked up. She finally arrived at the very top. Her room was in the Attic.
"Home sweet home." she said in a sarcastic voice opening up the creamy wooden door. Her room was chilly, old,& saddening. Jasmine then jumped on her uncomfortable mattress that was laying on the floor. She reached her arm over to the side of the mattress to grab an old torn book. It was titled "Love ". Something Jasmine believed she would never find. *knock knock knock*
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Jasmines Story
Подростковая литература(Please read before you go to chapter 1) A couple years ago there was a father and his daughter. The daughters name was Jasmine. Jasmine's father was very wealthy. Their last name was Smith. The Smith's lived in a large, and beautiful home. Jasmin...
