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Transcript
*Jasmine sits at the desk in front of Abbey, with a concerned look on her face. She clenches her fists. Abbey looks off to the side, with a neutral expression.*
Jasmine (thinking): Oh god he remembered me he knows who I am why wouldn’t he remember you idiot
Jasmine (thinking): I just wanted to move on I bet he hates me but I’m not like that anymore
*Jasmine clutches her face, looking increasingly panicked.*
Jasmine (thinking): Is he looking at me right now?
*Jasmine peeks behind her.*
*Noticing her staring, Abbey looks up at Jasmine.*
Abbey: ?
Jasmine (thinking): AAAAAAAAA
*Jasmine grimaces. Abbey looks at her blankly.*
*The teacher places a hand on Jasmine’s desk.*
Teacher: Okay, everybody!
*Jasmine refocuses on the teacher.*
*The teacher clasps her hands together and smiles enthusiastically.*
Teacher: Who’s ready to save the environment?
*Jasmine grins up at the teacher. Her eyes widen and sparkle.*
*The teacher squints.*
Teacher: By picking up trash along Northern Highway?
*Jasmine’s mouth hangs open in dismay.*
*The teacher lowers her eyebrows, looking evil.*
Teacher: ALL YEAR LONG
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this is how your fanfic starts
Tumblr: miaaa-cs May 16, 2016
Got it saved and everything! By why the panic?! She left Paulo, Paulo left her, some awkward moments later and everyone is still friends. Probably something “weird” happened during summer of something. To be friends one moment then be scared. Hmmmmm…
Facebook: Brian Edward May 16, 2016
I can relate to Jasmine quite a lot here. When I was younger I was just as insecure about what others thought about me. I worried so much that I would actually think about each and every thing that could be going through their minds. I kept thinking of ways I could better myself to please others and fit in. Needless to say, it was self inflicted torment after some event that most people probably would have gotten over in a matter of minutes, like a bad joke or something. As I matured, I began to stop caring about what people think so much and focus on making myself happy over anything. I learned that I shouldn’t give up my time for some one who would never give me a second of theirs, unless it’s some sort of chartiable act. I am now proud of the person I am. I hope to see this development in Jazzy too (:
Tumblr: sc0urg3-l3sb14ns May 16, 2016
This week on #BCB…
Twitter: cynicalartist May 16, 2016
Is Abbey growing out his hair or something
Facebook: Derdle Derrboi May 17, 2016