The Freak's Secret

Chapter One- A clumsy Jasmine

"Jasmine! Wake up! If you're not down in the next 20 minutes I'm leaving you and you can walk to school for all I care!" the screams are followed by loud pounding on the door.

Rolling to the other side of my bed I use the bed side cupboard to help me balance, but when the big red numbers on the clock's screen catches my attention I nearly have a mini-heart attack and loose my grip. It wouldn't take a genius to guess what happened next.

With sore limbs and a throbbing head, I make my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. Being the germ freak I am, nothing not even a zombie apocalypse, will make me skip my morning shower.

I come back out with 10 minutes left and pull out the first outfit that catches my eye, a dark blue off the shoulder top and black skinny jeans. I tie up my long brown hair into a ponytail and apply lipgloss whilst slipping on my black vans. Not even bothering to check my appearance in the mirror ,because I really don't give two flying rats what people think of me anyways, I grab my school bag and slip my phone into my back pocket before heading downstairs.

The smell of cupcakes leads me to the kitchen, when I get there I see my mom  standing behind the counter. She is humming and frosting chocolate cupcakes with Nutella and sprinkling it with broken pieces of almond nuts. I skip the remaining stairs and loose my balance half way but still continue to make my way towards the counter nearly tripping over my own feet twice. I finally reach the counter and use it to hold me up so I can grab a cupcake.

The look of horror accompanied by a scream let's me know that my mother did not see my near death experience and will not be lecturing me about my clumsiness later on, "Oh my! Honey, what are you still doing here? I thought you were already gone. Nikkita is going to leave you and your father already left."she says holding her chest  " No worries mom I'm fine. And I'm going, I just came to say goodbye" I sarcastically say giving her a kiss on the cheek and grabbing my lunch. " Enjoy your day and please try not to get into any trouble today!" "I'll try ma!" I scream over my shoulder as I run to the front door.

When I step outside I see my two very irritated siblings impatiently waiting for me. "Hurry up or we are going to be 5 minutes late!" Kean scream. Honestly most times I wish my parents would have just stopped having children after me, " Jeez don't get your boxers in a twist, I'm coming!" As soon as I climb in my older sister gives me 'the look' and backs out of the drive way. " Stop being mean. It's your fault we are late anyways."

It takes us half an hour to reach the high school Kean and myself attend and as soon as we reach he dashes out the car and heads straight through the front doors claiming that he can't afford to have tardiness tarnish his goodie two shoes image, maybe those weren't his exact words but you get the point. With a quick goodbye Nikkita practically kicks me out of her car and speeds off in order to reach her university's campus on time for her first class.

Looking at the high school building gives me goosebumps all over and horrible memories involuntarily resurface. The warning bell brings me back to reality and I take a deep breath and pull myself together, silently reassuring myself that I only have two more years with this horrible school and the horrible people in it and then I will most probably never hear or see either of them in my life again. Making my way to the front doors, I push them open and walk to my first class, silently praying to God that today would be better.

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When I finally do reach my first class I see that everyone is out of their seats and chatting with their friends. The girls showing off their tans and pictures of hot guys they've seen this holiday and the boys flaunting their biceps. However when my presence is known the whole class goes quite and everyone stares at me for what seems like centuries before hushed whispers break out and words like "ugly" "freak" and my personal favorite "dark skinned witch" , well they didn't say witch but they said something close to it, could be heard. With my head held high I make my way to the back of the classroom where my only friend Penelope is seated, her leg bouncing on the floor and her hand almost all the way in her mouth.  She does that when she's nervous