Life's What You Make It

Chapter 7

Beyoncé's pov
The last 2 weeks have been hectic to say the least. Jasmine's been really acting up in all of her classes. Doing the normal, being a class clown, but she's been taking it too far over the past couple of weeks. The day after she came out of hospital, I had to go with her to her family home so she could get all her stuff. The state her house was in. Her parents weren't there. And then she said something that really struck a cord.

Flashback
"Jasmine, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see, but Mr Roberts wanted me to go with you to your house so you can pick you stuff up." I told her, stopping her from walking away.

"Whatever." She huffed, walking out of school, with me following her. When we arrived at her house, I took a moment to collect myself, it looked really run down from the outside, the whole street did, there was even a skip with a couch in, in the middle of the road, with kids sat drinking on it. I didn't even realise Jasmine had already gone in.

"This is where you lived?"

"I wouldn't say lived." She stated. "Not everyone can live uptown, in their big houses with swimming pools in their back garden." She said, giving me a look that said she was referring to me. I raised my eyebrow as she turned around, pulling herself up the barely there, wooden stairs.

"Jas darling-" I began before she interrupted me.

"I'm not your darling" she snarled me.

"Wh-?" I started, "okay fine, Jasmine, you know this is for the best. You can't be going from friends to friends, or even living here. It just wouldn't sit well with me."

"What do you care?"

"What do I care?" I asked, "I care because you're clearly a vulnerable kid, I care because your my student, none of this would ever sit well with me if it was you, or if it was Janelle"  I said.

"Kay." She said, opening the door to her bedroom. It was just a bed, with a wardrobe. Nothing else. No sentimental things. No nothing. I stood in the doorway, knowing she wouldn't want me to help, and watched her struggle to reach a bag from the top of the wardrobe. When she eventually got it down, she threw a few clothes in and zipped it up. "I'm done."

"Nothing else? Jas, this is your home, surely you must have some other stuff downstairs or-"

"This was never my home..."

Flashback over

"This was never my home.." kept ringing through my head, hearing the stubbornness, but also sadness in her voice. She was currently in detention with me, for mouthing off to another girl. I couldn't have them in the same room together, otherwise they'd have been at each others throats. Maybe even literally.

Jasmine's pov
"Come on Jas, I know you want it..." Jamal said, as he pushed me onto the bed.

"I said no god dammit!" I hissed back.

"Once more, then your debt will be gone" he said, trying to unbutton my school shirt

"We both know you're lying about that one" I said, struggling to get him off me because he was so strong. "Get off me you creep!" I yelled, whacking my hand out to the side, feeling it collide with something, or rather someone. I shot up, gasping.

"Jasmine, it's only me, Mrs Carter..." I heard softly, turning my head, to see her crouched down next to me.

"Bad dream?"

"Something like that" I muttered.

"Want to tell me what it was about?" She questioned, concerned.