Chapter One-

My name is Jasmine, and this is my story. My story about how, I fell in love with a man called Aladdin. You see, I should have known him my entire life; he practically lived in my backyard. However, I did not ever meet him until that one fateful day.

"Jazzy! Come on! We're going to be late for school!" my little brother, Alejandro, called from down stairs. Of course he was only five minutes younger than me, but still he was my little brother. I, of course was standing in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. I had to look perfect; I was the most popular girl at school.

"I'll be down in just a minute!" I called, not looking away from the mirror. My long, dark hair was perfectly straight, not a single hair out of line, just the way it always was. Today I was wearing the new dress I had bought the other day. Of course it just looked stunning. The shoes that I had to have when I bought the dress went perfectly. My diamond necklace sparkled. In my hair, I had a red flower that matched the shade of my dress perfectly. Nothing was missing from my look; except my mother's ring. Mom's ring! I have to wear it! Frantically I began searching for my mother's engagement ring that I had inherited once she had passed away.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door. I didn't hear it, too caught up in searching for my mother's ring. My brother walked in, looking a bit annoyed. "Jasmine, you look stunning as you always do, can we please leave now?"

"No, I can't find mom's ring!" I turned toward Alejandro, about ready to cry. That ring meant so much to me and if I lost it, I would be devastated. Knowing what the ring meant to me, Alejandro instantly started looking, searching with me to find it.

"Here it is Jazzy," Alejandro said picking up my missing ring off of my desk. Tackling him in a huge bear hug, I cried, "Thank you Alex! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome Jazzy, but can we please leave now?" Alex asked, pulling away from my strangling hug. Grabbing my bag, I said "Sure thing."

Just great. Aladdin thought as he got ready for school that morning. The water system at Quincy High was out. It had been decided that all of the Advance Placement students would not be missing any days of schools like the rest of the school, but attend Mason Prep until the problems were fixed. Mason Prep, the school of my daddy's rich and you can't do nothing to me. Great, just great.

Quincy High was the public school that everyone that was not a son or daughter of someone rich and power attended. The testing scores were usually very low, along with the graduation rates. No one at that school cared much about getting an education; the focus of the students was often times on the drama going on around the campus or that of the famous. The teachers after a year or two at Quincy High gave up and began to not care about really teaching the students anything. However, despite all of the all of the bad rep the school got for its education standards there was a group of students and teachers that cared; the Advance Placement teachers and students. And Aladdin was among that group of students.

Walking the halls with Alex, I was thinking, Where did all these kids come from? They are not enrolled at this school.

"Jazzy, come on. Stop staring, you knew that there were going to be kids here from Quincy High. They told us that yesterday." Alex said, pulling me towards my locker. "Don't judge them like you usually do either ok? These are the best of all of the Quincy students. They take all AP classes. And plus they are only here until the water at Quincy gets fixed."

Opening my locker, I pulled out my AP European History stuff and placed it into my bag. Looking at Alejandro, I said, "Of course, but I still don't understand why there are here at Mason Prep. I've got to go; otherwise I will be late for class."

Slamming my locker shut, I stormed away from Alex, heading for my first class of the day.

Aladdin was sitting in Mr. Delacroix's Advance Placement European History class. Of course, he was the first one in the class, like always. Aladdin, unlike the rest of his family, had hopes of getting out of the poor neighborhoods in which they live. He had plans of becoming rich and powerful.

As he was sitting there, complaining to himself about why did he have to attend Mason Prep temporarily, and how he would rather have been at Quincy High, water or not, Aladdin caught a glimpse of the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life walk into the classroom.

A/N: Ok, so i have reposted inorder to help the flow of reading. Sorry about not updating or posting. I am hoping to change that. The key word is hope. Enjoy.