A/N: This is probably the last drabble for a week or so, unless I write another one before I leave tonight, but that's unlikely as I have to pack. I'm going to Mexico for a week; I'll be back Saturday night. I'm bringing a notebook so hopefully I can scribble down some drabbles during downtime and have plenty to update with once I get back. :)


#86 – Picking Up the Pieces

When Bishop Southmore burned down, Jasmine cried. When she heard that she was going to have to go to Forest Hill for her senior year of high school, she cried harder. She had worked so hard to become section leader, and now it was snatched away.

One night she snuck into the fenced-off rubble of BSHS, making her way to where the band room once stood and grabbing some chunks of stone. She brought them home, placing them on a shelf to remind her of what once was.

All she can do is pick up the pieces and move on.