Jasmine groaned as she looked up at the new school she was transferred to. She

stared at the sign saying ‘Welcome to Garlet High School’. The sign was red with

gold font. She started walking up the steps to the school and stopping in front of

the doors.

“Excuse me” someone said behind her. “I’m trying to get to class on time.” Jasmine turned around and faced a tall guy with dark brown hair. The boy wore blue plaid shorts, white T-shirt with brown flip-flops.

“Sorry” she muttered as she moved out of the way. The boy smiled at her as he moved across the threshold and out of sight.

Jasmine started walking toward the door when suddenly a group of giggling girls pushed her out of the way. A girl with straight golden blonde hair glared at Jasmine.

“Watch where you’re going newbie” she sneered at her as the girl walked off. Jasmine rolled her eyes and walked through the threshold.

She looked at the janitor that was mopping the hallway. She turned right and then left down the hall. She passed by some red lockers then come gold lockers. Jasmine watched the students run toward their class as the bell rang.

“Excuse me” a teacher said as he moved in front of Jasmine. Jasmine looked up at the teacher. He was in his mid-40s. Starting to get grey hair and wore round glasses. “You should be in class! Now get to class immediately or you’ll get detention!” he shouted at her. Jasmine stared at the teacher, frighten as she opened her mouth to say something.

“So . . . sor . . . sorry sir” she stuttered. “I’m new and I don’t know where the main office is.” She looked at him and saw evil in his eyes.

“Right. Like I never heard that before! Class now! You’re testing my patience!” he shouted with annoyance hinted in his voice.

“Mr. Goodman, help the poor dear find the office” a woman said as she turned the corner. Jasmine smiled shyly at her.

Woah . . . this woman is gorgeous she thought as she stared at the lady. The woman had shiny golden brown hair with bright blue eyes. She wore a black sun dress with white flowers.

The man glared at Jasmine then turned away furiously. Jasmine looked up at the lady and started blushing. The lady smiled warmly at Jasmine as she put her hand on Jasmine’s shoulder.

“Where are you looking for again sweetie?” the lady asked her sweetly.

“The office” Jasmine replied. The lady nodded and steered her around the halls.

“How rude of me” the lady began saying. She looked at Jasmine and smiled happily at her. “I’m Mrs. Andrews. I’m the dance teacher here at this school. So tell me, are you taking dance?” Jasmine shrugged.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out once I get my schedule” she replied. They stopped in front of a door that was labeled ‘Administration Office’.

“Here we are” Mrs. Andrews said. Jasmine peeked her head and looked at the secretaries.

“Oi!” someone called out to Jasmine in an Irish accent. Jasmine turned her head and stared at an Irish woman. She had fire red hair with really light skin. “What do you need?”

“My schedule. I’m new here” Jasmine replied. The lady nodded as she waved for Jasmine to come over to her.

“Name please” the Irish woman asked.

“Jasmine Harrow” she replied to her. The Irish woman made clicking sounds on her keyboard as she pulled up Jasmine’s schedule. She clicked print and waited for the schedule to come throw.

“So where did you live before lass?” the Irish lady asked. Jasmine smiled at her.

“I used to live in Portland, Oregon” she responded happily. The Irish woman smiled as she handed Jasmine her schedule.

“I heard that place is beautiful. Well, you should get to class. Here, let me write you a pass” she told her while pulling out a piece of paper. “Here you go lass. Off to class now” she told her as she handed her a pass.

Jasmine smiled at her as she nodded thanks to the secretary. She walked out of the office and looked at her schedule.

Room 3A- English III- 1st period it read first. She looked up to look for signs. She couldn’t find any signs to where 3A was.

“Hey!” someone shouted down the hall. She turned around and saw a student with an orange coat saying ‘Hall Monitor’. He had short brown hair with glasses on his face. He walked over to Jasmine and stared down at her. He was much taller than Jasmine. “Do you have a pass?” he asked her suspiciously.

Jasmine nodded as she showed him her pass. He grabbed it violently and brought it up to the light and examined it.

“Okay. Go ahead and get to your class. But if I catch you in the hall again I’ll give you detention” he said to her. She stared up at him.

“Sorry” she said to him. “I’m new and don’t know where anything is. Do you know where Room 3A is?” she asked him. Her voice shook with fear. She rarely scared but this guy scared her for some reason.

“Room 3A is on the third floor” he replied coldly.

“Err . . . thank you” she said softly to him. She turned away and walked down the hall. She looked over her shoulder and saw the hall monitor watched her walk away from her.

Creepy guy. He scares me, I wonder if he scares everybody she thought. She turned toward the stairs and ran up them.

“Okay . . . room 3A . . . 3A . . . ” she said as she looked from door to door. “Ah! 3A.” She entered the room. Everyone in the classroom turned to stare at her. The teacher looked over at Jasmine from over her computer.

“Can I help you?” the teacher asked her. Jasmine walked down to the front of the classroom. Her heart pounded against her rib cage as she walked to over to the teacher’s desk.

“Err . . . Yes . . . I’m new here . . . I’m supposed to be in this class” she explained as she handed the teacher her schedule. She looked at the teacher. She had orange, poofy hair with glasses that made her eyes look tiny.

“Ah. Yes. Jasmine Harrow. Correct?” the teacher asked her. She nodded slowly as she looked at the board. “Yes. I’m Mrs. Smith. Please find an empty desk and sit there. I’ll give you the material later.” Jasmine nodded as she turned toward the class. She blushed in embarrassment as she stared at the class. “Don’t just stand there. Go find a sit.” Jasmine started walking down a row of desks and found one toward the middle.

She sat and looked up at the board. She pulled out a piece of paper and copied the notes down.

“Psst” someone said to Jasmine. Jasmine looked over at a girl. The girl was beautiful to Jasmine. She had blonde hair, with bright green eyes. She was thin and was tall. “Hi” the girl whispered. “My name is Stacy Greens.” Jasmine smiled at Stacy.

“My name is Jasmine” she whispered to Stacy. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oi! You two girls, stop talking!” Mrs. Harrow shouted at them. Stacy giggled as she turned to look at her book. Jasmine looked up at the clock and sighed.

What time does this class end? She thought. She sighed as she sat quietly and stared out the window.

“Class is almost over. She homework, I want a descriptive essay. I want to see the Rough Draft on Friday” Mrs. Harrow announced. After she finished talking the bell rang. Jasmine gathered her things and looked at her schedule again.

Room 1B- AP Us History- 2nd period. Jasmine walked out the door when someone touched her shoulder. She turned around and faced Stacy.

“Hey. So what’s your next class?” Stacy asked.

“AP Us History in room 1B” Jasmine replied.

“Oh. I have dance in the dance studio. I’ll be happy to show you where it is” Stacy offered.

“Oh! That would be great!” Jasmine responded happily. Stacy smiled sweetly at Jasmine.

“So how do you like the school?” Stacy asked as they walked down the stairs. Jasmine felt someone push her as she started to fall down the stairs. Kids around her started laughing at her. Stacy looked over her shoulder and started laughing.

“Hey Stacy” the girl said while laughing. “Why are you hanging around with the newbie?” It was the same girl from earlier, with the golden brown hair.

“Just showing her where her next class. You know . . . These newbies are so pathetic. Always asking me for help” Stacy replied. She looked over at Jasmine and laughed again. “I can’t believe you thought we were friends. I would never be friends with a newbie. Better watch yourself newbie.” Stacy turned to face the girl with golden brown hair and then walked away. Jasmine sat there confused as she gathered her things together.

I thought she was my friend. I guess she isn’t Jasmine thought. Someone came and stood in front of her.

“Hey. Do you need help?” The guy asked her.

He looks familiar she thought as she looked up at him. The boy wore blue plaid shorts, white T-shirt with brown flip-flops. He was tall, tan, had dark brown hair with green eyes.

“Er . . . Yes. Please” Jasmine replied. She hoped that he wasn’t like Stacy, pretend to be a friend but ends up being a total bitch. The boy held out his hand and pulled her onto her feet.

“Sorry about them” he apologized. “They’re stuck-up little bitches. They think they’re the best thing that happened to this school but secretly” he said while getting softer. He looked around to make sure no one was listening. “They’re losers who get jealous of new people” he whispered. Jasmine smiled at him and blushed every time he looked at her. Jasmine heart pounded against her rib cage as he smiled at her.

“I’m looking for 1B” she told him. The boy smiled at her once again.

“That’s my next class. AP US History. My name is Jack by the way” he said while holding out a hand. Jasmine took his hand and shook it.

“Jasmine” she introduced herself. Jack walked into a classroom and Jasmine followed. She took a seat next to him and pulled out a binder full of paper. The last bell rang and class started.

A/N

Okay! Hello! It's been a long time since I wrote a story. I don't know what the point so far...or what to do with it but the only thign I know for sure is that it's going to be a tragedy. I have a couple ideas what to do with it. I guess we'll have to wait and see how the story unfolds itself. If there's any errors let me know. Thanks!