Someone was knocking on her attic door. Looking through a sliver in the door, realizing it was Rosetta, Jasmine opened the creaky wooden door.*CREEEEAAAKK* Rosetta said
" Hey loser. So I'm like going to this party tonight. Can you tell mom that I'm going to be at like a friend's house. Ya know, just lie for me. Thanks your the best."
"Who's party is it?" Jasmine said.
"It's my future boyfriend, Josh. Why do you need to know dweeb? It's not like your going. He wouldn't invite an ugly slob like you." Said Rosetta.
" I was just wondering that's all..."
"Ok whatever nerd" Rosetta rolled her eyes, turned around and started walking back down the stairs in a 'popular girl' walk, her amazingly ombre dyed hair swinging side to side, her hips doing the same. Jasmine watched her, wishing she could pull it off, but knew she never could. Jasmine thought to herself
'I could never go to a 'cool kids' party. Or could I? I could put on a wig and maybe wear brown contacts? But where would I get the money? Ooh I know' Running down the fancily engraved stairs, Jasmine goes to her stepmother's room, on the second floor, carefully looking every which way, to see if anyone is looking. As Jasmine arrives at her stepmother's bedroom door, she twists the handle. It's unlocked. The smell of face powder and perfume fill your nostrils. The bedsheets are tucked in the sides of the board, glittering gold and white. The carpet is a light tan color. Jasmine walks in quietly, going to the 'special' locked drawer, which she knew inside were her stepmothers credit cards.
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Jasmines Story
Genç Kurgu(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...
