Something different.

Story by RayNocturne

Whelp, here's what I started to work on while my computer was busted. Now it's fixed and I finished it up, enjoy it. For those waiting for my other story I'll get back to that eventually now that my computer is back in working order. I'm going to warn that this story is incredibly rushed and pretty unedited and therefore all around terrible even by my own standards so I apologize if it sucks by yours.

Something Different

Chapter One: Something Introductory

Jasmine Briggs was much like many high school seniors, she was beginning to get a real grasp of who she was and what she wanted to do with her life and she was finally getting comfortable with everything around her just as school was coming to an end and real life was starting, the irony was not lost on her at all. Unlike most others in high school she was what most people would consider the ‘goth’ clique, though she had begun to grow out of it long ago and even now only really had a few good friends and vague fashion interests in common with it anymore otherwise she felt she didn’t belong to much of any labeled group of faux-friends anymore, and it suited her fine. More to the point she was happy that she could finally move on with herself and that the few people she counted as real friends accepted that and were still her friends.

In fact just now she was getting home from another dumb ‘party’ at the home of one of her friends. It wasn’t so much a party as a small gathering of friends and other acquaintances from the group at school to talk about whatever was going on, most of the other girls were determined to share their dark poetry or other artistic endeavors and woe-begotten tales and such while Jasmine tried hard not to laugh. She herself had gotten over an ‘anime and werewolf’ artsy phase last year and came to the realization that underneath it she did have some modicum of talent and had since been seriously trying to learn how to become an artist, aiming to become professional. She’d since stopped talking about that line of thought at any meeting like this since it wasn’t exactly the almost stereotypical subject at hand.

Regardless of Jasmine’s silence and stifled giggles at some of the particularly obtuse stories her friend Bethany, whose house it had been and who was the only reason Jasmine was there, suggested with a playful wink to Jasmine that they do some ‘magyck’ ritual. The others ate it up of course, Beth had been growing almost as disillusioned with the entire thing as Jasmine had but preferred to hang around and have fun with those who did rather than distance herself from it. Perhaps she still believed it to some degree, Jasmine had no clue but the wink kept her around, it suggested that this wasn’t a serious affair and it was just something for amusement.

The supposed ritual had been fake of course, Beth later confided to Jasmine on her way out that she read about it on the internet and wanted to see if the others would believe it was real, and it was blindingly obvious to Jasmine. They had all gathered in the room with the lights off and windows blocked so it was pitch black, then they each had taken a candle and were ordered to dip it in the ‘sacrificial blood’ which was just some left over Halloween makeup and make a wish upon it. Upon making their wish they were instructed to light their candles while praying to some obscure goddess. Whoever had the black candles would get their wishes granted. Jasmine of course had a black candle. She hadn’t even bothered doing any of it beyond setting the wick ablaze, mumbling some vague words under her breath that might have been “this is seriously retarded” but might not have been. When the lights came on the other girls started to fawn over those who got the black candles, trying to guess when the wishes would come true while Jasmine and Beth watched, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

Jasmine hung around a few hours, a bit longer than the others, and helped Bethany clean up then just sat around drinking soda and talking with her best friend. Eventually she went home and that’s where she now was, reflecting upon the day as she quickly wrote it down in her journal. She kept a journal of every day and what dreams she remembered for no real reason other than it comforted her. She closed her journal and placed it within her desk drawer as she leaned over and turned on her computer. She would be going to bed soon, there was school in the morning after all, but she might as well have a little fun before going to bed.

Given that she had gotten a shower shortly after arriving home

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