So, here's the deal. I am not a high school queen bee bitch, nor am I the nerdy awkward girl, the one whom the bad boy always falls for and all that crap. I am awkward. Yes, sometimes. And some other times, adrenaline shoots through me and I become the joker, which is also awkward for other people and myself. I'm just a 17 year old who spends most of her time, if not on tumblr reblogging vintage pictures non-stop and watching Friends for the gazillionth time, is sleeping through the morning hours like a cranky vampire.
I consider myself having a group of ... well, class mates who make school slightly easier to go through without killing myself. It's when I go home that I have to deal with the world.
So hi there, my name is Jasmine and I'm full of bullshit.
Saturday:
I've been bugging my friends to come over, but since they are all "busy" and "whatever", I guess I'll just settle for tea and an episode of Friends. God, I sound like a 40 year old woman with two married kids and a dead husband. I've got to get a life, but I still love Friends. God, this is hard.
Oh God.
Oh God. Oh God.
My phone is ringing, and it's not my mother!
What do I do?! What do I do?!
"Ugh um.. ha--llow?" Awesome just..
"What? Anyways, hi! Jasmine, right? I just wanted to-"
"Um, who are you?" I cut her off
"Livi! Olivia Martin! I sit next to you in calc." I'm that oblivious, huh?
"Uh yeah, sorry. I don't really stay awake in calc."
"Heh, yeah I've noticed, so yeah, I guess this call doesn't make any sense, now does it?"
"Why? what's up?" Yes, I did indeed say it trying to sound like I knew who this girl was and how the hell she got my number.
"I needed your math notes, but whatevs. So, Ana and I are having like a little gathering Sunday. Kind of a bonfire. Wanna come?" She sounds so cool and popular. She sounds like a girl who would make me feel special and puts me in a group of girls, then mysteriously disappears and we'll all think she died. But then, she turns out to be alive and haunting us. Sound familiar?
"Uh, you're inviting me to a party?" My voice came out way thinner than I'd hoped for.
"Yeah! Have anything better to do on a Saturday night?" she said in a snobby way.
"Umm..." Insert cricket chirps here.
"Uh, don't answer that. Just be there! I'll text you the address. You can bring friends, just not weirdos."
Friends... right. Do you think she'd let me bring the whole collection?
It was 11 PM when I decided to shut my PC screen off and get ready for bed. I was this close to shutting my bedroom door and avoiding my family for an entire day but then..
"Jasmine honey!" My mother's high-pitched voice came cutting through my ear drums. The woman is seriously loud.
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In A Perfect World
Teen FictionNot the best in making conversation or friends, definitely not the best in having a good repetition in school or being on the queen bee's good side. Seems like Jasmine is quite the rebel huh? Not. The girl barely knows how to communicate. Her only...
