Blue Lips.

Jasmine Calling is 14, and rather extraordinary.
She can dance, she can sing, she can act and she certainly has the money.
But what happens when her mother, Silvia, dies?
Jasmine no longer enjoys anything anymore.
Will she stay silent forever?
Or will somebody open her up?

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6. C6

Rumors started the next day, that my parents had beat me. An even worse rumor stated 'I'd done this to myself to get attention'. Walking down the corridors was like walking to my death. Every pair of eyes were on me, watching my every step, every movement. Rude words were being called, and each and everyone of them stung, but I ignored them, keeping my mouth shut.

At the end of the corridor loomed my form, and standing outside was Miss Gracey-leeton, with my form tutor, Mr West. They both faced me, and Miss Gracey held the clipboard to her chest. My pace eased, and I spun on my heel, making my way back the way I'd came.

But stopping me were two other teachers, blocking my path. What was this, a Police surroundment?

"Jasmine Calling, you will sit down, and talk to us. If you do not, an exclusion will be put in place."

My stomach churned, and threatned to throw something up. I nodded in agreement before I could do something stupid.

 

Later that day, I was seated in a room. Miss Gracey was facing me, with a furrowed brow.

"Finished?"

"Is that all you can say? My mother is gone, and I'm left with permanant scars, and all you can say is 'finished' ?" I asked coldly.

"I'm just making sure I have everything I need, Jasmine. Do you feel like you can talk again, without anything stopping you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll just shut off, like a broken computer. Never to be thought about again. No more life. Maybe I should end it, like my mum did. Not that she had a choice"

"But Jasmine, you have that choice. If your mother had time to think about it, do you think she'd want you to give it up? She's looking down on us now, do you think she'll be happy if you do something you'll regret in your next life?"

"Miss Gracey, you are not helping. I'm sure my mum would love to have me company"

"Yes, Jasmine, but that is not the point. Don't you want to be able to carry on with your life? I lost my husband to cancer, the devil. But I have learnt to accept that he is not coming back, and I have moved on. Yes, it doesn't stop the pain, but no, I'm sure he doesn't mind my moving on."

I suddenly felt very guilty. All the nasty things I'd said, and to get re-payed with this?

"Look, I'm sor-"

"It's not your fault. You didn't know. I have one final question, though. Did you feel guilty at any time, for this accident?"

Before I could reply with something bitter and regretting, Miss Gracey held her hand up.

"I'm not trying to sound rude, here, Jasmine. But maybe you didn't feel like speaking because if you did come out with something, it might have sounded like you were guilty. Think about it for a moment. I'll give you a couple of minutes, the you can head back to class. And don't forgt to appoligise to your friends. I'm sure their angry because you ignored them, and they felt a bit hurt."

Silence surrounded us for a couple of minutes. Then I got up and made my way to class. I knocked on the door, and slid into the classroom. Once again, all eyes on me. Miss Jezton (luckily, it was one of her lessons) sat down, and watched me also. She moitioned to the class, then to me, letting me explain.

"I'm sorry, everybody, for being a pain. And I'm also sorry, Miss Jezton, for refusing to do the work. But I'd like to say something else, explain myself, even."

Miss Jezton nodded.

"Quickly, then."

I turned to the class. I could feel the heat on my face, and my heart pound.

"I was in a car accident. I guess that explains all the cuts and stitches. But this does not explain everything. My mother sadly passed away. The image of her pale and bruised on her bed in the hospital has damaged my confidence ever since. And I'm sorry, for everything."

I turned back to Miss Jezton, to see her mouth slightly ajar.

"Now, Miss Jezton. What were you saying about Complex sentences?"

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