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Jasmine Fenton, or Jazz, as most called her, walked quickly through Casper High to get to her locker. She was already running two minutes late, and she couldn't afford to lose anymore time.

She checked her watch again, and sighed, "Danny, that's the last time I drive you to school." she muttered to herself.

Jazz brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes impatiently, and suddenly stopped at her locker. She threw open the locker door, and stuffed in several books.

Things have been pretty hard for Jazz lately, for some reason. She was still tutoring Dash, she had to council a gothic punk named Laurnce, she had a whole load of homework to do every day, then there were her responsibilities at home and to her brother... On top of that, not too long ago her best fried, Lilian, had moved far away. This affected Jazz greatly, because she didn't have many friends. Lilian was like the only friend she had, and now she was gone. Her brother continued to distance himself from Jazz. And ever since Jazz began her senior year, things have seemed way harder than before.

Jazz closed her locker, and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. A few seconds later, Dash stopped by her locker, and smiled, "Hey, Jazz."

"Hello, Dash." said Jazz, trying to sound like her usual cheerful self.

"So, I have an algebra test tomorrow..." he said slowly.

"Yes, I know." Jazz sighed. "Come by around six tonight. I'll help you study."

"Awesome. See you tonight!" with that, the blonde haired jock rushed off.

Jazz clenched her fists, and resisted letting out another sigh. "Guess my work out for tonights cancelled." she pounded her fist against her locker, before walked off.

Mr. Lancer stopped her, "Jasmine, I have a favor."

"What is it, Mr. Lancer?" asked Jazz, sounding rather tired.

"There's this girl at school who's failing science, and she could use your wonderful science skills. Do you think you could tutor her... Starting, oh, say... Tonight?"

Jazz resisted a groan. "Well, actually, I have a lot of homework--"

"Excellent!" said Mr. Lancer. "Her name's Sara, and she'll be by around seven." Without waiting for a response, he walked away, leaving Jazz to stomp off to her next class.

Danny watched Jazz leave, with a hint of concern in his eyes. Sam and Tucker watched also, but didn't see what Danny was observing.

"Have you noticed something strange about Jazz?" Danny asked his friends.

Sam shrugged, "She seems like the same old Jazz to me."

"You don't live with her," Danny reminded Sam.

Tucker nodded, "She does seem kinda stressed, but everyone gets stressed once in a while. She'll be over it soon."

Danny shrugged, "Your probably right. I'm just being... paranoid. C'mon, we gotta get to algebra."

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Jazz sat in her room, rushing through her homework so she could get ready for her tutoring session with the two young adults. She didn't do her homework in the kitchen anymore, because she had no time to make small talk with her parents in between homework pages.

"Jazz, you forgot to finish the kitchen!" her mother, Maddie called from the kitchen.

Jazz sighed, and stuffed her homework under a pillow. "Coming, mom!"

She rushed downstairs, and quickly began doing her chores. It took a while, because she had forgot to do half of her chores yesterday, and so she had to do twice as many.

Finally, a while later, she swept the remaining dust into the dustpan, and threw it away. As soon as she was done, she checked the clock, and almost screamed. It was already 5:45. Dash would be there in 15 minutes.

"Ugh," groaned Jazz. "Stupid chores..."

She sighed, and decided her homework would have to wait until after her tutoring was done.

A/N: The pressure is getting to Jazz... Will she finally lose it? Next chapter coming soon! Hope you've enjoyed the first chapter!