Two weeks, four days, sixteen hours, thirty two minutes and four seconds have gone by...
...and I still can't write a summary on Pride and prejudice.
It's driving me crazy.
Oliver offered to help me but I wouldn't let him cause I thought I could do it.
But here I am looking at my laptop screen, at a blank screen that has only my name on it.
Truth be told I never liked the book anyway.
Don't get mad just yet. I still love Rihanna so that should trump the book. I guess.
I'd call Oli and ask for help but he's at work already. Looking through my contacts, there's no one on here that could possibly help me with this right now.
I'd call Roxy, but I don't want a B minus on my paper
Which is better than an F my inner bitch adds
She's right. So I call Roxy.
"What should I wear for my date with Christian?" Roxy who is clearly out of breath like she's been running, answers on the first ring.
"Hoodie and Joggie" a say with a huge grin on my face like I just told the world's best joke.
"Funny" she said sarcastically. "I'm serious Jaz. I have no idea where's he's taking me"
"Ask Jamie" I say as I type SUMMARY OF PRIDE AND PREJUDICE on my laptop.
"He and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment" I can hear her rumble through her closet. She must really be frustrated and she's taking it out on the poor denims.
"You guys fight like what, a hundred times per week?" I say rolling my eyes at Roxy who can't see me doing that.
"He's to blame for this particular altercation." I hear a loud crash and Roxy screaming in pain
"ARE YOU OKAY!!"
"Not one bit. Sweet Jesus it hurts!"
"Roxy.."
"I'll have to call you back Jax.."
"No Roxy wait I need--" the line disconnects
Well that didn't go as planned at all. Now what am I going to do. I lie back on my bed and look up at the ceiling which is filled so many cobwebs.
Eww!
I have to clean that but I'm so tired I really don't want to get up. If I do, I'll never be able to go back to this very comfortable position. You know what I mean.
I hear a loud noise come from the living room and sit up abruptly.
"Jasmine!"
"In here" my runaway step-mom is back from wherever she ran away to this time around.
My room door flings open and she stands at the hallway with-- wait what!?
"What on God's green earth are you wearing Kristen?" I look her up and down over and over again.
I shit you not. She's wearing rainbow colored spanks.
"Come give me a hug kiddo" she says walking into my room with outstretched arms.
"I'll pass" I say getting off the bed and going to sit at my window. "You're back early. Where's Josh?"
"Still in Mexico." She walks over to my window and sits on the cushion beside me. "You look well"
"Yeah alive and well" I say rolling my eyes.
"You have bags under your eyes Jasmine. Are you not getting enough sleep?"
"Not so much" I sigh deeply "Shifts at work are getting really crazy. I'm getting so many homework, it's driving me nuts."
"No one ever said high school was gonna be easy kiddo. Besides I told you to quit the job at the diner. I have enough money for the both of us."
I laugh bitterly and walk back to my bed "Yeah money you get from your random boyfriends. I think not"
"No I money I earned" Kristen says with a smug look on her face and raises a brow "You do know I work right?"
"What do you do?" Kristen does not look a woman who would raise a finger let alone work.
"I'm a writer Kiddo. I've written three successful books. All three are New York Times bestsellers" she laughed as if reflecting on old memories. "I met your father at the release of my first book actually."
"He was a fan of my work. He came to me so I could sign his copy of my book. I was still in college at the time."
"You published a book while in college?" surprised at this sudden revelation.
"I started writing at a very early age. I ahd such a wjde imagination. I would write about anything and everything. I spent my allowances buying journals upon journals" she laughed at herself.
"I even tried to publish my books while I was in high school. I printed them and would bind them and sell them to people to read and give a me a feedback." She smiles and look up at me with an expression I could not read
"Wow"
"So all this world travelling i do, you really thought I used the money from my many boyfriends?" she laughs sadly.
"I mean you left the impression... I thought.. I mean I kinda thought you had some money of your own... let's just s-say I didn't think you work" I feel so embarrassed. I never thought highly of Kristen and I could tell she was really hurt by this.
"Well I'm sorry I made that impression. Your father ruined my life and cut it short. I had to make up for lost times somehow."
And like she didn't just say something sensitive, she smiles brightly and said "Wait till I make you this Mexican casserole dish I learnt from fox." With that she's out of the room.
Just like me, Kristen doesn't wear her feelings on her sleeves. I feel really stupid for the way I thought of her and how she gets her money.
She sends me money on a weekly basis but I don't use it because I always thought... well you know what I thought.
I opened my laptop and search Kristen Diaz, Some old lady pops up on my screen holding a coffee mug in her hands.
So I guess she didn't use my last name. I type in Kristen Maryl and there she is smiling those pearly white teeth of hers. She looks so beautiful. And just like she said she has three New York Times bestsellers novels.
I scroll down and see a picture of her in a handshake with some guy. I would say he's some random guy but the way Kristen was looking at him made him look like a special dude. I click on the picture to see the caption. And there it was..
J.K Rowling
Kristen was standing side by side with the best writer on the planet.
The Harry Potter creator.
A newfound respect for Kristen just bloomed somewhere inside me. This is so cool.
I scroll down to see more pictures.
There was one with her trying to balance six of her books on her head. I laughed at that cos I know she wasn't successful.
Another with her at a meet and greet.
Another one with her at the Eiffel tower with a bunch of her fans I guess.
Another with LEONARDO DICAPRIO!!!!! At the Grammy awards red carpet
You've got to be shitting me right now.
Kristen was no ordinary woman.
I continued reading the blogs and looking at pictures, and there he was, wearing a sharp grey tuxedo with a black bow tie. With Kristen who was wearing a crystal gown that hugged her body in all the right places. My father.
They looked so much in love with each other.
They were in love. It just doenst make sense why he would leave.
Closing my laptop, I shut out those thoughts from my mind. They do nothing but cause me so much pain and anger. I practice my breathing exercise.
In. Out...
In. Out...
In. Out...
After a few minutes, I open my eyes. And then the thought hit me.
Kristen can help me with my Summary.
With a wicked grin on my face, I make my way to the kitchen.
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A/N:
I think this is the longest chapter I've written so far. I'm doing a new challenge of writing 1000 words per chapter. This chapter is 1360 words excluding the author's note.
Tell me what you think about the book so far. Which character do you love?.
Just to clear the air.
Roxy and Jamie are also friends of Jamsine and Oliver. They're both twins. Reading the previous chapters I realised I didn't state that. But for those of you who caught on, Bravo;)
Thoughts:
What song(s) were you listening to while reading?
Who do you picture Austin to look like?
I personally picture Ian somerhalder just because I have an obsession with him ;)
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