Hard Life

Disclaimer and Notes: I don't own the Boondocks in any way. Please note that this is an alternate universe story line in Jazmine's P.O.V. Jasmine is an eighteen year old attending college for art. She is beautiful, smart and lonely. Since childhood she has had a hard life because of her problem. This problem made it hard to makes friends but she hoped she would. Then when she was six it happens she made a friend but before she could truly enjoy the moment her family moved. She thought she would never see him again.

August 15

Eww. I was looking at my class guide for my first sememter as a freshman at Elizabeth College.

Monday, Wednesday and Friday

8am - 9am Biology 101 (# of students 200)

9am-10am Basics of Art 101 (# of students 60)

12pm- 1pm Sociology 101 (# of students 40)

Tuesday and Thursday

8am-9:15am Ancient History (# of students 40)

9:30- 11am Stained Glass 201 (# of students 20)

I had hoped only to take classes with a small amount of students. Focusing in class was hard enough for me and the only reason I picked this college was for the small class numbers. My name is Jazmine DuBois and I'm a Telepath. Since I was four I have been able to read the minds of almost everyone that came my way. Times were truly hard then I learn things no child or anyone should learn. An example of this would be my first day at school when I read my teacher thought that my mother Sarah was a whore and I asked my mother what whore meant after school. It was like pure hell listening to everyone and people thinking I'm a freak. Then one day when I was six I saw a man yelling at a boy my age. The man claimed he stole something in his store and the boy argued back he didn't and the only reason why the man was pointing at him was because he was the only black child in the store. Then I listened in with my mind.

"Boy I'm going to count to ten and when I do you better..." The older white man was more than upset as the boy cut him off.

"You will do what?" The young child said coldly.

"Sir, your son took it. Check his pockets." I walked over to them as all of them: the older white man, the boy, and the owner's son who was trying his hardest not to be sight by his father looked at me.

The older man first turn red then relaxed and did what I said. To his surprise he found it and I can't remember what it was to begin with. The younger boy looked at me hard. He had an afro with somewhat dirty clothes and a hard look. As the owner and his son went into the shop to talk and I began to walk away he grabbed me.

"How did you know? Who are you and why did you help me?"

"Jazmine and I don't know how? I'm weird that's what everyone says so I guess that's it"

"Jazmine…" He looked at me again. He was closer to me now and I could see his eyes. They were dark brown.

"My name is Huey, and I don't think your weird I think your..."

"JAZMINE, TIME TO COME HOME!" I heard my father yelling and I turned to see him waiting at the car. When I turned back Huey was gone.