"Wake up, Jazz!" her mother's voice was heard on the other side of the door.

Jazz groaned, and cried, "I'm up." She slowly picked her face up off her pillow, to find a piece of paper stuck to her face. She slowly peeled it off, and found her half finished English homework.

Jazz squeaked, and tears almost sprang in her eyes. She had never forgotten one homework assignment. Ever. "Oh no... NO!" she cried into her pillow. Great! No Harvard, Yale, or any of those other colleges..."I'm losing my touch..." she whispered. She suddenly perked up. "No, I'm not. I am Jasmine Fenton. I won't fail... And I won't give up on any of my other activities, either."

Jazz jumped off her bed, and quickly got changed out of the clothes she wore yesterday to nice, fresh clothes. She stuffed her half-finished homework into her back pack, and rushed out of her room.

She quickly passed Danny, who asked, "Hey, Jazz, can you drive me to--"

"Sorry, your walking today!" Jazz cried over her shoulder. She grabbed an apple from the table, and flew out the door. She jumped into her car, and rushed down the street, determined to get to school as early as possible to finish some of that other homework she forgot.

A few minutes later, her car began to make strange sounds. Jazz checked her gas, and found that it was on empty. She groaned, and screamed, "Stupid car!" she pounded on her steering wheel, and climbed out. "Guess I'll have to run."

By the time Jazz got to school, the bell had already rang, and she rushed into her Math class. "Sorry I'm late, Ms. Lauren, my car broke down." said Jazz breathlessly, barging into the classroom and taking her usual seat.

The teacher rose a brow, and said, "My, my, Jasmine, you've never been tarty before." she said. "No matter, though. Do you have your homework from last night for me?"

Jazz gasped, and dug through her un-organized back pack, "Um... I didn't... f-finish it..." she muttered.

Ms. Lauren shook her head, "Tsk, tsk, Jazz. Your losing your touch." she turned away, leaving Jazz too shocked for words.

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Jazz ran a hand through her hair, and grumbled. "Stupid teacher... Saying I lost my touch..." she threw open her locker, and glared as several books fell out. "I am the top in my class. And it will stay that way. And I don't need friends either. Friends just get in the way."

Dash ran up to Jazz, and glared at her. Jazz looked up, and put on a fake smile, "Hi, Dash. Did you do good on your test?"

"See for yourself." Dash handed her a test, and Jazz saw that he had gotten a D minus.

Jazz bit her lip, "Ooh... Sorry about that, Dash." she said sincerely.

"Yeah, right. Now the stupid teacher's making take a make-up test! I'll need the twice amount of tutoring!"

Jazz growled, and slammed her locker shut without picking up the spilled books. She stalked off, angry and upset about everything.

"Ms. Fenton!" called Mr. Lancer.

Jazz rounded on him, but tried to regain cool, and asked, "Yes, Mr. Lancer?"

"There is someone who needs your counciling. I think his name is Jake. Can you handle him at lunch?"

Jazz froze. "But, Mr. Lancer... My homework..."

"Can wait until later." Mr. Lancer smiled. "I can always count on you, Jasmine."

As Mr. Lancer walked off, Jazz whispered, "I wish Lilian was here... She could definently take some of this work off my hands. Now it's all dumped off on me."

Ever since her friend left, Jazz had twice the amount of activities she had to complete. Lilian was one of the top students, also, and was able to do some of the activities for Jazz. Now that she was gone, well... Everything was pretty much dumped on Jazz.

"Jazz, do you have a pen I could borrow?" asked her brother, walking up to her.

"No, I don't, Danny! Now leave me alone! I have so much to do, so little time... I'm stressing big time!" she screamed at Danny angrily.

"Don't take this out on me!" Danny yelled, glaring at his sister. "Your the one who needs to be the best all the time! You know, it gets really annoying! I wish you'd quit trying to be little miss perfect!" Danny pushed past Jazz and walked away.

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"Jake, you have to talk to your parents!" Jazz exclaimed, clutching her green notebook filled with encouraging speeches. A boy about 15 years old sat, listening bordely to her. He had died his hair blue, and had grey lazy eyes. He wore all red, and didn't seem to care about anything.

"My parents won't care. They don't listen." said Jake lazily.

"You have to try," encouraged Jazz, "Tell them you need to talk to them. Say it's not urgent, but it may be some day. You can't go living your life like this!"

"I'll live my life the way I want. And it's a life without empty promises and annoying girls like you." he jumped off the picnic table he sat on, and stomped off.

"Hey, Jazz," said a voice behind her.

Jazz smiled, "Hi, Laurence. Come, sit." Laurence took a seat on the picnic table, and looked at Jazz.

"Well, I want to tell you, that I can't do this anymore." he sighed.

"Do what?"

"Talk to you!" Laurence cried suddenly. "Your so happy, cheerful, perfect... It's just so annoying! I can't take speaking to someone like you!"

Jazz seemed shocked. "I... I don't know what to say..." she said slowly.

Her expression suddenly hardened. She clenched her fists tightly around her notebook, and fury filled her eyes."You know what, that's it." she muttered. "No one cares. No one needs me to be perfect." she threw her green notebook on the ground. "I can't stand this anymore! CAN'T STAND IT!" she stomped the notebook into the dirt. "I WON'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

She glared up at Laurence. "Well? What are you still doing here? GET AWAY! EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Jazz ran into the school to grab her back pack. Sara stepped in front of her, causing the angry girl to become infuriated. "Hey, Jazz, can you--"

"NO!" Jazz pushed past her, and many other people. She was sick of being perfect. Being the best. Being miss goody-goody. She grabbed her things from the locker, then ran out of the school, well aware that school wasn't over yet. She just had to get out. Jazz wanted to change her life, and not a small change either.

She sighed deeply. That was it. This day of school would surely go on her permanent record. Her dreams would be destroyed. This thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Hey, Jazzy!" called a girl she knew from school, Amber. Her hair was tied up in a black ribbon, and she wore a pair of black jeans and a matching baggy T-shirt. Her make-up was black, and her fingernail polish was also. She was leaning against a black car, with a couple of her guy friends. "Cuttin' school too, huh?"

Jazz sighed, and didn't answer. "Wanna join us? We're 'bout to go to the Nasty Burger for a couple of burgers."

Jazz shook her head, "No thanks, Amber."

"C'mon!" Amber encouraged, "What do you have to lose? It's not like you can go home."

"No... No, I can't. I guess your right." Jazz slowly turned to the three, and they grinned maliciously at her. One day out couldn't hurt.

A/N: Poor Jazz, having to deal with so much pressure... Next chapter coming soon! Thanks for reading!