Heeyy, what's up? For once, I don't really have anything to say. Just that a whole lot of you wants an update, so here ya go!

The night passed fairly quickly for Jasmine. Almost too quickly, in fact.

Jasmine blinked open her eyes, feeling sleep deprived and tired. But as much as she want to, she just couldn't go back to sleep. After all, today's a pretty big day on her part. It's not everyday she could represent her school in a competition. She was just Jasmine. Her close friends might know her to be fun and easily amused. Others would know her to be shy and unsociable.

She dressed after a nice warm shower, a caramel long-sleeved shirt with black jeans. Her mind keeps flashing back to when she met Jason, Adam and Ty. It was weird at first but became normal pretty soon afterwards. She chuckled when she remembered the moment when Jason chased Adam around, despite the crowded airport. That was one image she won't forget just yet.

Jasmine then recall her conversation with Jason. She didn't know why, but she felt... Something, a feeling she supposed, bubbling in her chest. It was foreign, yet so familiar. It was stupid, like one of those ridiculous boy fantasies Chelsea always had.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're in denial."

Jasmine sighed and turned. Sitting on her bed, was a girl who looked just like her, except she had bluish eyes sparkling with mischief. She crossed her arms, "What do you mean?"

Her double grinned, "You're denying a lot of things, honey. Mom's death, Dad acting as he is and now this. Heartbreak. Your mind is scared to love again but your heart tells you otherwise, isn't it?"

Jasmine just turned back toward the mirror, "I'm not scared."

She heard a sigh from the person on her bed, shaking her head, "There you are again. Denying. It's not good, you know?"

"Then what do you know?" The brown eyed girl stomped to where her double was, resisting the urge to shout, "One day, after Mother's death, you just popped into my life, claiming that I was too sad and you needed to make me feel better. Well there you go, I am better after a few weeks, OK? I don't need you to constantly make my life miserable."

"But you are miserable," She stood up from Jasmine's bed, tears glistening beneath the surface, "You really don't get it, do you? I've always been here, ever since the first time you got bullied. But you have your friends, family. You could've have vent your frustrations in them, but no. You decide to keep it in. Lock it inside a chest and throw it in the sea. How do you think I was born, huh? I'm the bloody manifestation of those locked up emotions!"

Jasmine could only stand and watched as the double now walking around the room, ranting away. She wanted to say something, but couldn't. The blue eyed girl stopped abruptly and turned towards Jasmine, "But you know what? Screw it! I don't care anymore. I just wanna disappear so we can all carry on with our lives. That's what you want, right?"

"Yes." The sudden coldness in Jasmine's voice was so clear that her double stumbled back in shock. the shock then morphed into anger. Her double clenched her fist, "Fine."

In less than a second, she was gone, but Jasmine easily knew that she won't disappear that easy. She could've sworn she heard her say 'Good Luck', though she wasn't sure. Immediately her vision blurred as waves of emotion flushed through her, some she could identify, others were so old she forgot she had it. Pain. Anger. Loneliness. And even regret.

"She just had to fish it out, right?" She moaned, darkness overcoming her as even more emotion passed through her. Shuddering, she collapsed on the floor, mumbling as darkness covered her vision.

...

Rose woke up, for once feeling well refreshed. As usual, she showered, dressed, wearing an worn purple T-shirt and jeans. Today was Saturday, so most of the occupants in her room were asleep as they were able to wake up late. However, it was when she entered the library did she stumbled upon the orphanage bully.

Melanie looked as pleased as she did last time. And that was sarcasm. Keeping her best to be brave, Rose rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the book she was reading, "What do you want, Melanie?"

Melanie laughed, a little too sweetly that send chills up in Rose's spine, "Oh, nothing! Just here to warned you something."

"Really?" Rose scoffed, "What?"

"My, my. The little flower getting brave, aren't we? Anyway," She pushed Rose against the back of the bookcase, smirking evilly, "I.. Heard about your petty little competition , and I just wanna say that if you win that, I will promise you you'll regret it. I will make you suffer and wish 'Oh! If only I didn't win that competition.'"

"Wow, I believe you," Rose spat out, "Not. I don't care what you say to me, Melanie. Because I'm gonna win that and you'll be left alone. After all, not everyone is a violinist."

Rose thought she was going to get smacked, but Melanie just smiled smugly and left, "Don't say I didn't warned you."

At the same time, Chelsea and Aisyah walked in chatting with each other. Chelsea wore a short sleeved black shirt with purple outline of a castle and black pants. Rose quickly put on a smile.

"Hey!" She greeted them.

"Thought you'd be here," Chelsea yawned, "Gosh, I'm so sleepy. I just can't wait till the teacher comes and we can get this over with."

The staff chuckled, "For what's worth, good luck, you two. You might need it."

"Thanks," Chelsea grinned, "But don't just wish us. Wish for Jasmine too!"

A honk sounded from outside the orphanage. Pn. Aisyah smiled softly at the two teenagers, "Really. Good luck. I'm going to pray so that you win, OK?"

Rose blush faintly as the staff hugged them both. Chelsea started stuttering, clearly unsure of what to do, "W-Whoa. Its okay. Don't worry. We'll win."

Pn. Aisyah stood from her hug, "Go on. Show the world what you're made of."

...

The two girls entered the car, their music teacher, Mrs. Anne, greeting them. Rose sat in the middle, Chelsea sat to the left of Rose and the ever-so-quiet Jasmine sat to the right, reading her book.

"OK, girls." Mrs. Anne asked once they were all in position, "Are you ready?"

A chorus of 'Yes' came from the two except Jasmine, who only grumbled in response.

Rose looked to her right at Jasmine. If Rose hadn't looked closer, she wouldn't have noticed the gritting of Jasmine's teeth, or the slight trembling in her hands.

"Hey," Rose asked with concern in her voice, "You alright?"

"Huh?" Jasmine looked distracted for a minute before calming down, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just a headache."

Rose wanted to press on, she was her friend after all. However, Chelsea interrupted them, asking excitedly, "So, Jasmine. I heard you met someone at the airport last night. Care to share the details?"

Jasmine looked relief to change the subject and began describing her experience, but Rose frowned. The girl who could read people'a expression, could easily conquered Form 5 Maths, looked tense for some reason. She didn't know why, but it bothers her.

So, due to the fact that when a CERTAIN SOMEONE stole the cookies, he/she also stole the line break cookies. Yeah. Until I go to the Famous Amos of the internet, you guys have to make do with the dots as the line break.

Le me roll the thanks!

Reviews:

KKKstories : ...I don't even want to say anything.

ShiningOpal : gee, thanks. I learned that the hard way. Well, as a Malaysian, I felt compelled to put a little bit of tribute, especially since that's our plane, you know? And yes Opal, I'm getting a bit impatient myself.

gs gaming : 7/5? I don't know... I don't feel like my writing that good

blackclaw : Thanks! I really try to make it different, y'know?

Sooo.. No cookies for you guys unfortunately. Uh, free hugs?