Hello guys, this is my new story. A story that I actually feel more comfortable with. This is my first chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it.

CHAPTER ONE

YOU COULD SAY that my story is about of how a group of young shit-head adults, had changed Chicago forever. Some parts you could consider illogical and cliché, and others to be powerful and rebellious. You'll ponder on how a girl with intellectual giftedness, had ended up in such a situation from being irrational and a firm believer of the truth, to changing American history as it is.

It all started when I was in my room unpacking one last thing, my bookshelf. I gently put my favourite book: Harry Potter, onto my broken book shelf. As I reached the bookshelf, the stool wobbled, forcing me to put my weight onto the shelf. It wobbled, causing 20 or more books to fall out, once again. Sighing in defeat, I jumped off the stool, giving up. I fell onto my bed, my glasses bouncing off my eyes onto the silk. This was the fourth time I've tried to put all of my 110 books onto the shelf, in my brand new apartment. You're probably wondering: why the hell didn't you just get a new one?

Well, I guess you could say I didn't know why either.

But yes, at 20 years old, I have finally gotten enough savings, and not to mention the acceptance from my parents to move out on my own after graduating university.

I've never felt like I've had control of my own life because of my circumstances. After taking a test for Intellectual Giftedness, they were able to figure out that I was able to skip a few grades. Skipping a few grades didn't mean a better education, or better circumstances. It meant I had to miss out on my coming of age, meeting new friends, experiencing what a normal teenager would have. But being me, I was forced to grow up.

You could say that books are comfort to me in a way, being that I could imagine myself in a fantasy world, or feeling the heartbreak of a character. It made me feel like a kid again. I guess my introverted ways don't find partying or going out with friends (as if I had any) interesting. Sometimes, it's better to enjoy your own comfort.

But being in my own comfort didn't take away the fact that my parents were on my ass twenty-four seven, either picking out flaws or telling me how proud they are.

And that's why I took matters into my own hands.

Right before I was going to graduate, I took the opportunity to go apartment hunting. With my major in accounting, it was easier to understand how to balance my money out and what exactly I get the hell out of my parent's house.

So I bought the house.

Maybe it wasn't the best decision at the time, but it was a problem when my parents found out when they looked at my account which had 200,000 dollars missing from it. But I guess you could say I wouldn't regret it. Look where I am now, in my own peaceful—

"Jazmine! Could you please come here?" My sister yelled.

Well, scratch the peaceful part. My parents and my little sister, Aaliyah, came to help me move all my furniture into the apartment. Which only took us about you know… 2 days and an evening.

"Coming!" I replied, standing up from the bed. I walked into my living room to see my sister laying on the couch with her head-rest for her back. Her dark auburn coils covered her hair as she watched TV, her fragile body was wrapped in a small blanket, warming her up. Her jade as glowed as she saw me.

"Come help me up, I heard step-mom and dad's car pulling up to the apartment complex," she said with a mischievous grin.

"You do know there is other cars in the complex… right?" I said, while I grabbed her left arm and swinging it over my shoulder.

"Oh please! You know they were going to go check the reservations for the dinner to celebrate," she scoffing, wrapped her other arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, but—

"And you know step-mom hates when Dad drives really slow, because he's so fucking cautions—

"Don't swear!" She looked at me with an uncaring look before going back to talking.

"Anyways, so she'll probably take matters into her own hands, and they should be here…" the doorbell rang. The sound of muffles and keys were heard from outside till the door opened, seeing Mom and Dad though it.

"Well look who's right," I scoffed at her and lifted her up into the wheelchair. I tucked her into the seatbelt so she wouldn't fall.

"Hello honey!" My dad's voice rang through the air. I contained the urge to roll my eyes at how fake he sounds.

"Hi dad."

"Were you able to finish packing the bookshelf?" He asked, hanging his coat near the door. I giggled nervously while playing with the cotton on my sweater.

"I sure did." Aaliyah looked at my expression and smirked. She knew damn well I was lying.

"Well you go get dressed! Your mom will help Aaliyah get dressed. We're going to be leaving in an hour," he urged, pushing me playfully towards my room.

I should've just hired a furniture mover.

Facing the bathroom mirror, I applied red lipstick for the first time in my life. I tried to do it the way the lady taught me how to at the makeup store. She told me it would compliment my black dress that I was wearing.

Looking back at it in the mirror, it either

1. Only looked good when she applied it

2. Those mirrors there aren't really showing how you really look.

Most likely it was number 1. But number two would defiantly give me a reason to convince my step-mom (aka Diana) for me to never try to attempt makeup again.

"Oh goodness, let me put that on properly for you." I turned my head to the left to see my step-mom looking at me with a smile. She had her hair pinned up in a bun, with a royal blue dress, wearing gold earrings to compliment her eyes. She looked beautiful. Walking up to me, Diana grabbed the lipstick case from me, and ordered me to shut my eyes. After a few minutes of removing the ones I put, and re applying it, I could open my eyes.

"All finished!" I looked up at the mirror to my lipstick perfectly applied. I smiled in excitement.

"Thanks Diana," I said and she giggled.

You could say after my mom died, Diana came into our life 2 months after. At first I was very angry because I thought my dad was using her as a replacement, and the fact that she mimicked my dad's demeanor. I felt like I had two Tom Dubois's in my house. But as I grew older, I realized that my dad has some sort of liking to her, and she wasn't going away anytime soon.

"No worries, it really compliments the dress and the shoes." I had put on a sweetheart neckline black dress, to match it, I tried to put on some black heels as well, with small diamond studs. I decided to straighten my hair into a waterfall braid.

This was probably, and most likely the only time I'll ever look sexually appealing.

"Are you wearing glasses?" I nodded my head. I do have glasses that I wear on a daily basis, ever since Timothy Ronald kicked me with a soccer ball in grade seven.

Screw you Timothy Ronald.

Suddenly, I saw a tear fall out of my step-mom's eyes. But then came more and more, soon it became a water fall. I opened my arms to comfort her and she complied, hiccupping as tears fell down my back.

"You do know I am genuinely proud of you. No lies, right?" My eyes widened a bit. She never really told me anything like that when I was younger, usually, she'd just give me a pat on the back and a 'keep working hard!' card. Maybe it was me, but the love that I've felt from my parents had burned out ever since they knew about my ability.

"I-I feel like this whole time; I genuinely don't feel happy in this relationship anymore Jazmine. After 6 years, I w-was finally able to take my head out my ass and realize that you've been treated like a dog from us. I don't ever think a 21-year-old old girl should've missed out on her chance of become who she really is, and I-I think we've screwed that up in a way," stuttering while unraveling from my hug.

"As a step-mother to her step-daughter. I'm sorry." I didn't realize that I was crying till I felt a drip of water fall onto my hand.

"I-It's okay," I said, looking away. I didn't really know how she wanted me to react. I wasn't going to forget everything in a blink of the eye, but she is my mother after all.

"Hey guys! Are you ready to go?" My dad yelled out of the hallway.

"Yes, we're coming!" Diana shouted back as she wiped her eye. She gave me a sad smile, like she was hiding something else.

"Let's go Jazmine, this is your night."

After thirty minutes, we reached the Olive Garden in downtown Chicago. Chicago was truly beautiful in the night time. The light acted like fireflies in the air, glowing through the dark. The posters and advertisements popped in your face, the absence of the people around you made me feel like I belonged in a way. I guess that's why I love the people in Chicago. I opened my car door, the coldness of the air hitting my face as I got out of the car. I walked into the restaurant first, followed by my mom and my father, who was wheeling my sister into the restaurant. I looked up to see a blonde lady gleaming at me. Her hair was tied neatly into a braids, allowing her heart shaped face to be out. Her blue eyes contrasted her white shirt, with the olive garden tie hanging from it.

"HI, my name is Cindy McPherson. What can I do for you think evening?" She spoke with a cheerful voice, patting her black skirt at the same time.

"Hello, we have reservations under Dubois, 4 people," dad softly spoke.

After a few seconds of tracing the reservation list, she finally found our names.

"Ah, Tom Dubois?" My dad nodded his head. "Great, I'll be taking you to your seats!" She said in a delighted voice, but it sounded too forced. We trudged to the back of the restaurant near the window, I sat on one side with my sister, my mom and dad being on the other. Cindy passed us our menus, giving us a minute to look at what drinks we'd like.

"Could I have water for two please?" My dad said, and Cindy, nodded jotting it down in her notebook.

"What would you two like?" She said, turning to Aaliyah and I.

"Lemonade and Ice Tea please," Cindy jotted it down once again and took our menus. She replaced it with a new menu.

"I'll be right back with your drinks!" She turned around and walked away, but I saw her rolling her eyes before she can fully turn away. I guess my instincts were right.

"Oh I'm so proud of you Jazmine!" My father as he looked down at his phone. Really? I get it, he's a lawyer, but he can't put his phone done for one second?

"Thanks dad," I shot back. He looked up at me catching my look at him.

Putting away his phone, he entwined his fingers, smiling at me.

"You are simply a brilliant kid! I knew you had it in your Jazmine. We can even do bigger things if you decided you want to continue with your ed—

"Dad, not here." I gritted while shaking my head. I gripped my dressed in anger; he always did this. I feel as if whatever I do, there must be more.

"I'm not trying to anger you honey! I'm just saying you have the brain to continue onto another field," he tried to reason with me.

"No. I like accounting, and that's what I choose. Point blank period." His eyes hardened, probably trying to show the agitation he had.

"Now young lady, you don— a long bang rang through the air, causing everybody to jump and hide or crouch in our seats. I pulled my sister against me, covering her ears from the sounds. The sound of cop cars rang outside, which could be easily heard from the window. I saw two figures turning the block coming to my side of the window. They ran heavily, I could see their chest going up and down. As they got closer, I was able to see their features more clearly. One boy had brown skin, which was covered with baggy black jeans, and matching jacket, chains bouncing on top of it. His hair dark black hair was cornrowed back. The man right beside him looked exactly like him, only he had a large afro. I looked at his hand and gasped.

He had a gun.

As if he heard me, while running past my window, he glances at me quickly. I caught his wine eyes quickly analyzing me, as if he'll need me later. His eyebrows were furrowed. Turning back, he ran even faster, turning the corner along with the other guy.

"Hello!" We all looked up to what it seems like the manager. "I would just like to alert that you guys are safe now, it was a police chase that was going on outside. We have full security here so that nobody would get hurt."

Everyone left their breaths go and sighed in relief. I lifted my sisters body away from mine, sitting her up straight.

"That was really scary," Aaliyah said. I nodding in agreement as well.

"Are you guys ready to order now?" I looked up to see another lady in front of us, this time with green eyes with brown hair.

"Huh, I thought that was another girl who was taking our order: blonde hair, blue eyes, her name is Cindy…" The lady looked at me with a confused look.

"There is no Cindy who works here." My eyes widened.

Then who was the server?

So that was my first chapter. Tell me what you guys think of it.

If you guys want to imagine who's playing Jazmine, it's the lead singer from Lion Babe, Jillian Harvey.

Luckily for this story, I wrote ahead so you guys won't have to wait for the beginning chapters. Have a good day/night.

- Cat