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Jamine knocks on the pale door of her employers youngest daughter. "Are you ok, Violet?"
A small little girl with light blond hair pokes her head through the open crack. She notices Jasmine standing outside and lets her nanny in. Violet runs to her bed and hides herself under the pillows. "I don't wanna go to school!"
Violet's spacious room is larger than any bedroom Jasmine has owned in her entire life. Back when she lives with her parents, Jasmine slept in a chamber no bigger than a closet. Violet has a fluffy king sized bed with throw pillows shaped like hearts, three bookshelves filled with stuff animals or trophies from violin, a walk-in closet, a collection of her instruments in the corner, and posters of violinists. The priveleged girl owns everything she could need.
"I hate my teachers... and the homework... and everything!" Violet repeats to make her statement.
Jasmine sighs. An average Monday was when little nine year old Violet refuses to attend school. Usually, Jasmine bribes her with candy or extra Tv time, but today was different. This morning she would have to intimidate the spoiled child.
"Well if you don't go, mommy will be very dissapointed in you. She might even take away your toys," Jasmine says.
Violet grunts.
Jasmine tries again. "And I heard that girls that do not go no school go to jail. You wouldn't want to sleep in a disgusting, dirty cell with monsters, right? I'm pretty sure the boogie man likes to visit people in jail."
Instead of another groan, Violet is silent. She picks her head up from the pillow and faces Jasmine. "Fiiinnnneeeee. I'll go, but can you go make apple crepes?"
"Whatever you want," Jasmine tells her.
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Jasmine has no idea how things turned from bad to worse. Crepe batter is spilled across the counter, orange juice is all over the floor, and Adam is crying insanely.
She began to make breakfast for the kids, but she was reminded that Adam needed to be woken up. Then, rushing to make the lunches and breakfast, Jasmine carried him in one arm as she put together PB&Js. She put Adam down on the counter for a second and when she had faced the other way for a second, he pushed over the batter.
Jasmine scrambles clean the kitchen before the children wake up. She puts paper towels over the juice, wipes up the batter and throws it out, and calms down Adam just before his siblings enter the room.
Leah, the eldest, walks in. She wears suede combat boots with her school uniform. The attire includes a plain skirt that barely touches her knees, a white polo shirt, and a dark navy blazer. Every kid at her high school must wear the uniform every day, much to Leah's disinterest.
"What the hell happened here?" Leah snaps.
"Sweety, do not try to curse. You look foolish and it comes off inpoliet." Jasmine finishes sweeping the dough into the garbage.
Leah stands there, shocked. The nanny barely ever talks back to her and makes her seem stupid.
Grayson and Violet decide to join the rest of the house just as Leah thinks of a comeback.
"Thats coming from the woman that sings Nicki Minaj in the shower. No offense, but I'm pretty sure the words you use come from gang members."
Jasmine squints her eyebrows. "That it young lady! You will be getting no lunch from me! You'll have to buy food from the cafeteria. And forget about talking the car home, you will be W-A-L-K-I-N-G."
Leah gasps. She takes a moment to let the punishment settle and stomps out of the kitchen.
Grayson and Violet sit on the stools and remain quiet, hoping not to get on Jasmine's bad side. Even Adam stops crying.
Jasmine takes a deep breath. "So what do you guys want for breakfast. We have cereal or garbage batter."
