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Jasmine's POV
"Jaz, did you think this through?" my brother said as we ran across the halls of the house. I laughed. I don't remember having this much fun since they left. I would love to speak the truth but it hurts so bad.
"I don't think so, we have to stop. Vic will be back in a few minutes, i'm scared."
"As long as we clean this up, we won't get in trouble." he laughed.
I heard footsteps. It must be my aunt Vic. My brother and I clean the whole 'room' as quick as possible. We took the pile of clothes and put them back in the laundry basket.
"Hey. I'll turn the radio on sis."
"No, don't. We will get in trouble. Can you please don't?"
"Oh look! Your favourite song's playing!"
I wouldn't be so negative about the songs on the radio. They just make me dance. And my brother knows I love to dance. Plus, I think I'm good at it.
"Jaz, these clothes don't fly to the baskets themselves you know." My brother said.
I laughed. "Vic's gonna kill us. I wish they could tho. What a mess?!"
"Better hurry up. I just got a text. She's home in a snitch. Which means 10 minutes."
I cleaned the whole room up, ran to my room. Wore a comfy sweater, opened my laptop and clicked twitter. My profile said "Jasmine Curda" and I have 201 followers. I then clicked the home button and scrolled my timeline.
I read lots of things. Skylar Watson aka miss popular is having a party on Friday and guess who's invited? This gal. I feel great. I can't tell Vic. But I have to go.
- Stella
