“Jasmine! If you don’t get down here right now, you’ll be trekking to school this morning!” Mum’s voice pierced the house like a fire alarm. Honestly, I think she missed her calling as a town crier. Our neighbors three doors down probably jolted awake. I quickly threw on my flannel shirt, slung my bag over my shoulder, and gave the mirror one last check to make sure my hair was decent. My hair—pinkish-blonde, neat, cute, very me—was tied back into a loose ponytail. Satisfied, I darted out of my room and sprinted down the stairs two at a time. “Morning, Mum. Where’s Dad?” I asked, landing on the kitchen stool. She was zipping around the kitchen like a whirlwind, flipping toast, packing lunch, and somehow still glaring at me. “Back in my day, we didn’t have school buses. We’d finish getting ready early and wait at the junction just to catch a ride from classmates whose parents had cars. Now you’ve got the luxury of a bus, and yet, you’re always late.” I sighed. “God knows how many t
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