Bittersweet Candy Bowl

93. Clean Slate, page posted 5/16/16

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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

Author commentary

Veronica: come along servant children

Comments from around the web

Waaaait wait wait…. Hold on a moment… “Not like that anymore”??? Jazzy what are you so panicked about because I feel like there is something more to this panick than “oh he’s got a temper” or “Oh I was with Paulo and he doesn’t like Paulo”….oooh there is something going on <_

Facebook: Molly Brown May 16, 2016

Am I the only one who sees a Hiimdaisy influence showing in these last few panels?

Tumblr: tiny260 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 (:

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