Jasmine's POV -
Slamming my history book shut, I get up from my bed stretching my body. Don't get me wrong I love history, reading about the intricate architecture, lifestyle of people and the general thinking prevalent during ancient times is amazing. Their trading routes--
Can we please cut it short and come to the main point? I don't think I have it in me to listen to the summary of what you were reading for the past few hours.
So rude! But, yeah I think I have had enough history for one day.
You think so?
Ignoring my rude inner voice--
Hello! I am right here! Don't you dare think of mentally rolling your eyes at me!
Shut up, I am trying to think!
But, I said it a tad bit too late because the next thing I know I missed a stair and came tumbling down the stairs like a ball. Thankfully, I was only five steps away from the floor. Groaning in pain, I get up from the floor, rubbing my elbow which had acted as an armour to protect my face.
Why don't we already register you for the clumsiest person alive?
Hey! Don't throw that on my face. You were the one bickering with me.
You were the one bickering with me.
I can't believe it my inner voice just taunted me. Who even does that? Shaking my head in disbelief, I brush off dust from my jeans. Well this little act did awake my body fully.
I had come down to stroll around the house to awake my sleepy body. Turns out all my body needed to wake up was to crush myself while rolling like a ball.
They should add this as a yoga posture and name it 'Wrecking Ball'.
Rolling my eyes at myself, I make my way towards the kitchen, instantly going for my dear Oreo box. I look around while munching on my Oreos. The Lancaster house seems eerily quiet today. I wonder where Al is. Mrs. L has gone out for shopping with her friends and--
One of our potential future boyfriend is out with his dad for some meeting.
Firstly, why do you think I'd be interested in Ryan? Secondly, whoever I date would be my boyfriend.
I know your darkest secrets, sweetie. I am you and you are me. We are cut out from the same cloth. Whatever, I am calling dibs on Ryan.
I choke on my Oreos and quickly pour myself a glass of water. As I gulp down the water, I feel better. Taking a deep breathe, I curse myself while making my way towards the living room.
I immediately halt in my track, a frown forms on my face as I try to put together what exactly my best friend was doing. Al is currently laying down on the floor with her arms folded beneath her head while her legs are propped up on the back of the couch as she stared at the lamp hanging from the ceiling.
She is literally forming a L in her current position. Oblivious to my presence, Al continues to stare at the lamp unblinking as if it's the eight wonder of the world. The way she's looking at the lamp seems really weird.
It feels like she's possessed... Can we please get the hell out of here?
Shut up! She's not possessed!
Well, at least I warned you.
Ignoring my inner voice, I look at Al.
"Hey All..." I call out to my best friend, drawling out her name.
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The Barista's Girl
Humor"What do you mean we ran out of coffee?" I ask as my eyes nearly pop out of my socket. Don't judge me, it's coffee. "Seriously, it's just coffee," Ryan comments, sitting on the couch. "Are you kidding me? I have OCD, dude." "What? OCD?" Ryan asks, l...
