Chapter 1: I Am Jasmine

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Jasmine POV:
(Pic above of Jasmine)

     I'm Jasmine. I'm 20 years old and I live the most perfect life on Earth! Ha. I wish I did. Well I don't. I'm practically raising two teenagers on my own. Imani and Loni. They're my younger sisters. Imani is 17 and Loni is only 15. I've always told my sisters to never go under the influence. Mine in this case. I'm not doing such a great job with myself. I can only hope that soon I'll find my path.
     I sit up straight on my bed and hold the crack tray in my hand and take a sniff. It tickles my nose but I'm used to it. I can feel the adrenaline feeling rush through my body and I like it. It's like a breeze. It's night out here in Atlanta. I like that too. You can see the stars through the window. They're beautiful. The knocking on the door disturbs my peace. I quickly shuffle through my drawer for space to put my tray in. I place the tray in a small black box and cover it up with the junk I keep in that drawer. "Who is it?" I call out. "It's Imani. Can I borrow your makeup?" Imani responds. I cock my head confused and go to open the door. "Makeup for what?" I ask with a bit of attitude. "My friends and I are going to a concert." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "No. Do you know what time it is?" "Ugh. Forget that I even asked!" She scoffed and walked away. I calmed myself. I can't lose my cool. I'm too high for this.

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