"Yes, of course. Let me write you a hall pass." Mrs. Barrymore says rushing to her desk to go through her draws as Jasmine stood and grabbed her bag. It took Mrs. Barrymore a few minutes to find the pieces of paper the principal had given her at the beginning of the semester, but while she was looking Jasmine made her way to the front of the class throwing her backpack over her shoulder and immediately gets thrown into the thrashing seas she calls her mind. Most often called zoning out or having your head in the clouds, Jasmine likes to call it drowning. The feeling feels more like floating in a pool except that pool is an ocean and you're not floating your drowning. You're not thinking of much just enjoying the numb feeling of pain until someone comes along and pulls you from the frozen ocean you call home. "Ms. Black? Are you okay?" Mrs. Barrymore asks holding a piece of paper out for Jasmine to take. 

"Yeah, zoned out. Sorry," Jasmine smiles, gently taking the piece of paper before glancing out at the classroom. All eyes are on her, "Oh, great." Sitting in the first row, front and center, Tyler Anderson. Taylor's brother. "He's for sure going to tattle on me."