Hey guys! Long time no story! I have APs and finals coming up in the next few weeks so I won't be updating this story but this is chapter is a little peek inside what I'm working on. I recently just finished reading To All the Boys I've Loved Before and I was obsessed with it. And one day, during Precalculus, it hit me: this story. This is a short chapter but trust me it's going to be a long long long story. Enjoy for now and leave me comments!
P.S. I know the story says Logan Watson is in it, he just hasn't made his appearance yet. :)
Jasmine's POV
I write letters. To boys. No, they are not love letters. I write them when I have a crush on them, and usually by the time I sign my name, the feelings are gone. And oddly enough, they are all to Logan. Not just a Logan. Several Logans. Four to be exact.
I'm the middle child growing up between my older sister, Olive and my younger sister, July, who we call Juju. Our mother died when I was twelve, and ever since it has been my dad, Olive, Juju and I. Olive acts like the mother figure to Juju and I. I think she has to since Mommy is gone. But now, Olive is going to college aboard to London. Like across the Atlantic Ocean London, England. So I guess it's time for me to step up for the sake of Juju.
"Every date, recipe, appointment, grocery list, and emergency phone numbers is in the book I gave you," Olive reminded me on the way to the airport. She doesn't seem to be sad, more like worried. Worried that I won't be able to step up. But c'mon, I'm Jasmine Kang. I got this.
"Yes, I know. Everything will be taken care of. Have a little faith in me," I replied. We stopped at the unloading entrance and Dad began taking Olive's luggage out of the trunk.
Olive turned around to Juju and I, "Please take care of Dad. And don't make it too hard for him. If you have any problems remember that I'm just a Skype chat away. I don't care if its 8 hours ahead in London, if a situation arises and you need help, call me," she demanded. Juju and I nodded.
"Olive, what happened with Logan? Why isn't he here with us to say good-bye?" Juju asked. Logan. Logan Peters, was the boy next door. He transferred to our school when I was a freshman. One year older than me and one year younger than Olive. Truth be told, I liked him. Summer of that year Olive, Logan and I would hang out until the sunrise. It was a great friendship, but one night, Olive came home and she looked like she was swept off her feet and all mushy inside. Apparently, Logan asked her out and she said yes. And that night, I wrote my very first letter, to Logan Peters.
Olive looked a little uneasy, "We said good-bye last night. You know how he's emotional. He wants to put a strong front for you guys, so don't tell him I told you that," she winked. She might not think that I know, but I know what happened. They broke up. Olive initiated it. She wanted to have her independence at college, that's why she's going to London for God's sake. So she can get away from Logan, Juju, me and even Dad. She has been taking care of all of us since forever. She needed a change.
And with that, she opened the car door, kissed Daddy and left. No good-bye needed.
