Past, Present, and Future Shorts - Before-School Daze (Yasmin Monteral)

AN: This is a section for stories for character and past building.

Story Name: Before-School Daze
Starring: Yasmin Monteral
Featuring: Angel and McClone Jr.

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Pages...3
Word Count...599
Characters(spaces included)...3,026
Lines: 111

I kicked up some dust as I walked to the school I was enrolling in.

It was just a plain public school.

Appalling, right?

I, Yasmin Monteral, go to a normal public school?

I may be only eight, but I know that this is a cop-out.

And what’s worse! My mom had to drive down somewhere else, probably something that has to do with my biggest problem, which I’ll explain more of later, so I had no ride and I had to WALK there.

I was getting more pissed with each step, and then I hear it.

“I just want to help you!”

“I don’t need you help!”

I turn to see who’s saying these things, a little blonde girl, who looks my age, wearing what looks like a Ballerina outfit and a little boy are standing on the side-walk.

The strange thing about this boy is he’s…

Paper.

Yeah, just paper. It’s quite interesting.

And somehow I know I’ve heard of the idea before, I’m just not 100% sure where…

“I can carry your bag, Angel!” The paper-boy says.

“I don’t want you to carry my bag!” The blonde proclaims. “I want you to leave me alone!”

I run over to help her, I don’t know why, but if she might be one of my schoolmates I want to be on her good side at least.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” I say to the boy, the girl looks over at me.

“Who’re you?” The boy says to me.

“Yasmin Monteral, and YOU are going to leave this girl alone!” I say in my toughest voice.

The boy matches my glare with one just as harsh.

I’ll have to admit this boy had guts.

I just stared him down, and he stared me down.

The bell rang at my new school and the boarding school across the street.

But I still refused to give up.

The blonde just stood there staring on, looking faintly amused.

“Hmph,” The paper-boy shrugged and stood up straight. “I’ll see you in school, my love!” He says before turning and walking up the long drive to the boarding school.

I had won.

I stood up and turned to the girl, looking proud, expecting her to thank me.

I only saw a stone cold glare come off from her.

“You’re welcome?” I prompt.

“I didn’t need your help,” She says.

Harsh.

“Sorry for trying to be a good citizen,” I hiss at her, she just ‘hmph’d and turned and stalked away.

I didn’t know what her problem was but it sure pissed me off.

I saw her make her way up the drive to the boarding school, and I was relieved that she wasn’t going to the same school as me.

Angel. I said silently. The paper-boy had called her that.

I stored the name in the back of my head as I turned towards my school.

Mom was going to be pissed when she found out about how late I had been.

She’d probably lecture me on how my sisters probably were doing great in school.

My sisters…

That’s my biggest problem.

My mom recently became obsessed with finding her long-lost daughters she put up for adoption a long time ago.

Why couldn’t they stay that way, ‘long lost’? Why did she need to find them?

Wasn’t I enough?

I clenched my teeth.

I apparently wasn’t, she needed more.

Ever since dad died, all she needed was more…

Because I wasn’t enough.

From the plane to Bratzville I ponder this.

As I’m on my way to meet Emily and Chrissa… My newly found sisters…