Here we go. This is my first story ever uploaded. I know this story is poorly written, and probably a lot of grammar mistakes. I suppose this won't get many reads, either. I just wanted to post this for fun, I guess. So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you like it, great! I'm glad. Soooooooo I guess I'll let you get on with reading this story. K, bye.
Chapter One.
My name is Jasmine Stone. I'm thirteen years old, unpopular, clumsy, and a little crazy, I must admit. I just moved to Dragon Village, a small town somewhere up northern Canada. And I'm about to start my first year of high school. I wasn't really one to make a big deal about these things, but unfortunately my foster parent was.
"EEEEE!! Oh, Jasmine! Look at that DRESSS! It'll be perfect for your first day of school!" Squealed my foster mother, Barbara, on one of our shopping trips to the small local mall. Her blonde ponytail bobbed as she did a little dance around the dress.
"Barbara. Theres no way in heck that I'm wearing that." I said, eyeing the pink frilly dress.
She gave me a disaproving look
"Now Jazzy, don't be so quick to judge!" She held the dress in front of me.
I, of course, went for jeans and T-shirts to fill my wardrobe. Barbara wasn't to pleased.
My foster father was always working, so I didn't see much of him. He was apparently some sort of big shot business man. I think he owned a line of gas stations or something... He moved here for business purposes only. And that explains why someone like Barbara would live in Canada instead of Hollywood or Paris. My foster parents house was a mansion. Yeah, I know. It's insane. It's apparently really old, and its huge. Theres thousands of rooms, but most of them are closed off. My room is on the second floor, its painted a royal red, with polished checkered marble floors. I have a TV, mini fridge, video games, anything any normal kid could of wanted. Except for some reason I never felt happy there. I usually escaped from reality in books. Fantasy, Sci-fi, Adventure, Mystery, really anything that I could get my hands on.
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I walked down the spiral staircase, not going anywhere in particular. As I got to the bottom I peered around the corner into the dining room to see if Barbara was lurking about in there.
"Jasmine!"
I spun around to see my foster mother standing behind me with a big smile and a pot of spaghetti "There you are! Its supper time. Come come." I sat down at the dining table and reluctantly grabbed a plate.She plopped the spaghetti on my plate.
"I talked to the principal of your new school today!"
"Oh, did you now?" I asked unenthusiastically
I spooned a pile of spaghetti in my mouth.
"Ohhh Jasmine you're going to LOVE high school!" Barbara rambled, with her mouth full of spaghetti "My fondest memories are of high school. The best four years of my life. He said there's TONS of girls for you to be friends with! Not to mention some very handsome boys." She giggled.
Oh, please. I'm thirteen freaking years old for crying out loud!
Someone barged through the front door, I heard my foster fathers voice.
Barbara jumped out of her seat. "Snookums!" She ran to give him a hug and kiss while I tried not to barf on my spaghetti.
"What are you doing home so soon? Did you come home early just to surprise me? You little rascal!" She slapped his arm and giggled.
