Clubbing Jazzy...""No whining Kady. Now stay still!" I huffed, trying to fix her hair. (KD: AHA! That's me. Kady, whoop. You're all jealous.) [Laura: Of course its you. I had to come up with a character that was obnoxious and random.]Alice snickered and said, "Let me help. Rose, you get her outfit ready." The blonde beauty nodded, smiling."Bella, make them stop..." Kady wailed again.Bella laughed and said, "No way. Jazz, pink or green?" I looked at her, holding up two different mini-skirts. (KD: WHAT! Lord, shoot me now.) [Laura: Relax. Youre not wearing them. Jeez. Over reaction much?]"Love the green. Now what should I wear..." Immediately, Rosalie threw a mini-dress and a pair of black leggings at me. (KD: I knew you were turning into a prep, you fiend!) [Laura: Does trying out for cheerleading NOT mean anything to you?!]I grinned and said, "Never mind. Jackie, hand me that top." My best friend grabbed the teal tank top that draped the edge of my bed. (KD: WHAT AM I?!
DamagedJacob... My Jacob...No, Im not Isabella Swan.Im Jasmine, Jasmine Rose Spinalis.Anyways, Jacob is mine...and always was - in a way.We had known each other in our childhood, but our parents lost touch when my mother moved my brother, Mark, and I to the wonderful and everlasting sunny state of California.And let me tell you, I missed La Push like a child misses their favorite stuffed animal.I wanted the rain, I wanted the clouds, and I wanted the beaches, minus the sweltering sun.We said our last goodbyes a week after my twelfth birthday - promising to stay in touch, both of us knowing we wouldnt, we couldnt.But then, a month before my nineteenth birthday, Mark got a letter from Billy.Billy sent us a letter describing the pit Jacob was in, how empty he seemed, how much of a shell he had become.He said he thought of me, and he knew that I could bring happiness back to Jacob.I jumped at the thought of seeing my best friend again, so we packed u