Part 2: Jasmine
Sara and I walked into form, talking about a fanfiction that Sara was reading.
“Wait… I missed a bit,” she was trying to recall it.
“Do you remember any of it?”
“Yes, just not in the right order,”
“You are truly a genius,” I joked.
“Damn right I am,” she replied.
We moved instinctively towards our seats, but they were occupied.
“Oh! Jasmine, Sara, I’ve moved you guys. Hope you don’t mind! You’re next to Cooper and Justin!” our tutor told us.
I smiled back at our tutor: “Sure thing!”
Sara grimaced as we made our way across the classroom. As we moved closer, we could hear Cooper talking to Justin.
“Tomato to, I have no idea! Just how red am I?” Cooper asked, somewhat annoyed.
“You are-” Justin began.
“About as red as the sky on a bad day.” I interrupted.
Cooper spun around to look as I dropped my bag under the table and sat down next to him.
“Miss has forced us to sit next to you losers,” Sara explained, sitting down next to me, her bag on her lap.
“What a joy!” Cooper threw his hands up into the air.
Sara pulled her notebook out of her bag, flipped through the pages till she found a blank one, and began to draw lines that would soon transform into an image.
In my opinion, the first lessons of the day are always more tiring, but I still had lots of energy left by the time the break arrived, and getting the chance to be with Bridget and Sara is always an energy booster. I hope our friendship lasts.
“Hello!” I sat down next to Bridget and started to rifle through my bag, looking for my lunch.
“Bonjour!” Bridget welcomed me.
“Hey,” Sara grumbled, head inside her orange math book.
“Got homework?” I asked.
“Yes, and it is due next period so let me work,” Sara replied, chewing on her pen.
“I’ll help,” I said, moving to sit next to her, banana in hand.
One banana and complete piece of maths homework later, the bell rang for the end of break.
“Great, class,” Sara said sarcastically.
“I like class!” Bridget said.
“Only because the teachers like you so you have good seats. Jasmine is the only one of us who actually likes class,” Sara explained
“Oh yeah,” Bridget blushed.
“That’s true.” I replied, pulling my bag over my shoulder and standing up. “Now let’s go.”
We all linked arms like the cliché people we are, and headed towards our next lesson.