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Chapter 1 – Of Course This Is My Life

She's going for the smart-casual look – neat and conventional but not too stiff.

She dons a sleek, khaki coloured shin length pants, over which a white long-sleeved blouse falls – effectively covering the Spectre Deflector. She wears a sleeveless, sweater over it and its colour matches both the flats and headband that she wears – aqua blue always did suit her best. She had also taken to wearing her hair in a mid-high ponytail – her hair had grown a little past her waist, but she liked it long.

She thinks she looks a tad bit more preppy than she intended but gives the outfit a pass just the same.

With a final nod at the image in her full-length mirror, Jasmine turns and begins to walk to the door but not before grabbing her beige one strap bag and slinging it over her shoulder.

She glances at her watch and silently laments at the fact that she'd be at the most ten minutes late for meeting with her tour guide.

After securing the door behind her, she walks briskly towards the elevator. She hopes that the Tran car would be on time. More than that she hopes that her car would get to San Fransokyo before her school officially starts.

Her tour guide is a dragon.

No joke.

When Jasmine had arrived to the university – as she predicted she was ten minutes late – she had made her way towards the agreed meeting area – the School Sign at the front of the campus.

There were a few people – students, staff members – entering and exiting through the gate by the sign, and Jazz had thought that perhaps her guide had decided against waiting for her arrival.

But then she caught sight of a large, colourful figure – it looked like some kind of odd dragon. And in its hands (claws?) was a rectangular sign – and even though the sign was being (expertly) flipped…well she couldn't exactly miss the bold, red writing.

'JASMINE FENTON'

Jazz pauses, stares and contemplates the pros and cons of just doing a 180 degree turn and asking for a rescheduling of the tour.

Then she sighs and shakes her head, resigned.

'Of course this is my life,' she thinks as she continues her movement towards the bipedal dragon with the sign.

The dragon doesn't acknowledge her approach – too caught up in flipping the sign and Jasmine admits that it is a bit impressive, but she needs to get the tour over and done with because she still has some unpacking to do.

She clears her throat.

The dragon pauses, sign spinning and all and stares at her.

"I'm Jasmine Fenton," she says confidently, "I'm sorry I'm late."

There is a brief pause.

Then Jasmine finds herself trying her best to keep from judo-flipping the colours off of her costumed guide when she suddenly finds herself wrapped up into a bear (dragon?) hug.

"Welcome to San Fran Institute of Science and Education!" A jovial male voice greets.

Once she's set back onto the ground, the top part of the costume is removed to reveal the face of a male who looks to be just about her age.

"Name's Fred," he introduces himself easily, "How's it going Casper?"

Jasmine raises a brow at the odd epithet.

"Casper?"

His head bobs excitedly.

"You're from Amity Park right? The most haunted place on Earth right?"

Jasmine resists the urge to face-palm.

Fred continues though, not thinking much of her blank stare.

"I gotta say, that ghost stuff's pretty rad." Fred shifts his dinosaur head under one arm. "Wish we knew more about your town though. The government has all the media about and from your town under lock and key."

That is true enough. The government had thought it prudent to keep the actual happenings of the Ghost related events under wraps – keeping the public outside of Amity Park informed enough to keep them from panicking and to keep too many people from being overly curious.

Fred grins at her. "But there's nothing like insider information."

This time Jasmine does face-palm.

Of course this was her life.

It turned out that the costume Fred wore was actually of a dragon-kaiju. And he was the school's mascot. Or rather he was the mascot for San Fransokyo Institute of Science and Education and San Fransokyo Institute of Technology – the sister school of the San Fran Science and Education that dealt with the intrinsically practical aspects of the science field.

It was impressive in and of itself and though she would have enjoyed the challenge that the admittance showcase afforded, SFISE was the branch that provided the program that she needed.

She was looking forward to beginning and advancing her research in the Psychology of Ghosts. Of course she'd eventually have to work jointly with SFIT when it came around to putting her hypothetical models to the test – those that required the use of technology that is.

Jasmine would have loved to work from the comfort of Fenton Works, but working in a science lab made her as much of a scientist as her working in a mechanics shop would make her a mechanic.

She had to become certified.

Of course she would keep her studies humanitarian – no doubt she'd have to work with her parents to coin a term that was relative to ghosts yet bore the same connotations as 'humanitarian'.

She'd also have to quickly get to the position where she'd be able to put forth a bill for the right of Ghosts. Ghost would not stay contained to Amity Park forever. From what her parents had told her, they predicted an increase in frequency of Natural Portals for the years to come, outside of Amity Park.

The interaction between both worlds would become more and more prevalent in the future.

There were so many things to do before things got to that point.

And she would be at the forefront of it all – well one of those persons at the forefront.

Jasmine smiles wistfully as the image of her younger brother flashes across her mind. He'd grown so much over the last few years – exponentially in fact. Her little brother was a super-hero.

Jazz bites her lip, smudging her lip gloss but paying little attention to that fact. Even though Danny had grown into his role as the half-human/half-ghost defender of Amity Park, she still worried for him.

'I better check in on him when I get home,' she finally decides as she diverts her attention to Fred once more.

Fred…reminds Jasmine of her father – and Jazz is unsure as to whether or not that is a good thing.

He seems the eccentric type. He seems the loud, childish type – seemingly endless source of energy and all.

Thus far, Fred has led her to three of the major buildings on the campus – the Main Office, the Assembly Hall that doubled as the Exposition Hall and the gym (Jazz makes a mental note to ask about the membership fees).

Fred is a surprisingly refreshing guide and he is very informative – then again he would have to be if he were the school's mascot. And Jasmine finds herself learning about both SFISE and SFIT. She doesn't mind and finds his excited chatter strangely endearing.

"So Fred," she begins when the conversation lulls as they slowly trek away from the library, "I know that you're majoring in English –"

He'd let that tidbit slip during his earlier verbal diatribe.

"– and you're the school mascot. What else do you do for fun?"

As if she'd just made his day, Fred shots her a wide grin before he begins to talk about comic books and video games and monster movies and superheroes.

'Otaku,' her mind supplies, but she takes the enthused chatter in stride. It was as she had surmised earlier – Fred was a lot like her dad. That and the school mascot seemed like a sensible first addition to her San Fransokyo social network.

Jasmine is successful as the end of the tour sees them exchanging contact information.

"Hey, I know!" Fred speaks smoothly, "You should totally come with me to meet my best buds over at San Fransokyo Tech."

"Maybe next time," Jazz replies. Fred makes for good company but Jasmine is more than ready to call it a day.

Fred doesn't press her, merely shrugging in acceptance.

"K, but you gotta come with next time okay?"

Jasmine nods in acquiescence.

Fred's friends did sound interesting, not to mention the Robotics lab – she lets out a longing sigh – now that sounded fantastic.

"Great, later Casper!" Fred declares as he turns and leaves.

Jazz releases another sigh, this one slightly exasperated.

She'd have to do something about that nickname. Besides, 'Casper' was a name that suited Danny a lot more than it did her.

"So how's the new haunt?"

Jazz rolls her eyes as she fiddles with her ear piece.

"It's very expanse," she answers, though she knows that the reply in and of itself wasn't sufficient.

The city was expanse – it's structural design was inventive and high-tech. It was no wonder that San Fransokyo had been dubbed the most futuristic city in the United States. But that was to be expected what with the city being the headquarters of Krei Tech – one of the largest technology companies worldwide.

"Your description tells me so much," the voice drones.

"Val," she shoots back, though she is mostly annoyed with the map in her hands. She's been trying to locate a decent coffee shop for a while now. She is in desperate need for a chai tea latte before she heads back to her apartment.

There is a contemplative hum on the other end of the line.

"Maybe I'll swing by and we can go check out the clubs together," Val speaks, "I really wonder what the night life in San Fransokyo is like."

"I won't have time to visit any clubs," she shoots down the idea.

Val and Jazz had become close friends during the latter months before she left Amity Park. In fact Jazz feels that Valerie is one of her few, genuine girlfriends.

"And no I don't have time for boys either," Jazz inserts before Valerie can suggest as much, as she pauses at the pedestrian crossing.

"Awww," Val begins teasingly, "You're no fun."

"I'm not exactly sworn off ghosts or boys, it's just that the less distractions I have the better," she explains.

Jazz steps down from the pavement, the green light signalling that it was safe to cross having gone off. She glances around briefly, sees that she had clear of way and begins her trod to the other side.

"You need to be more flexible girl."

Jasmine doesn't agree. Her moving all the way to San Fransokyo is testament to her flexibility. She is about to say just that but before the words can leave her mouth, she feels the wind get knocked out of her. Then suddenly she's no longer standing upright – instead she is lying down, spread eagle on asphalt.

She blinks, shock overwhelming any sensation of pain she should have been feeling.

Had she just been…run over?

She releases a groan as she slowly sits up, clutching the side of her head.

She, Jasmine Fenton, had just been run over by a – she shifts her head to the left and sees a small overturned vehicle a little distance away from her – a moped.

Jasmine turns her head to gaze up at the sky. She gives a resigned sigh as the pounding against her skull becomes more and more intense.

…Of course this was her life.

Word Count: 1934

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