Broken Wings
Chapter 3
Broken Wings
Chp. 3
Jasmine’s POV
“Jasmine! We’re here.” My mother wakes me up from my slumber. “I’m up!” I say. I look out the window. The train has stopped and we are in Katonah, New York. I sit up in my seat and witness people getting off the train. My family and I get off the train and hail a cab. I enter the cab first, then my sister, then my mom. My mom gives the cab driver the directions. “To the Marks Hotel,” she says. My mind wanders off.
I wonder where Joe is staying. I check his twitter. Nothing. Then again, why would he put where he is staying on his twitter. Duh! I hope we become friends easily. I really do. I hope. I just hope that somehow, he can help. But why should he want to! I’m eight years younger than him! He won’t be interested in being friends with me! We have different interests. I don’t know!
“We’re here!” my little sister drags me out of my thoughts. I look at our hotel. Beautiful. Granite with glass doors. Five star hotel. We exit the cab and enter the hotel. My mom goes to get our room. We get to our room on the 7th floor. We enter our room. I lie down on my bed and look up at the ceiling. I’m still thinking of Joe. Did he update his twitter? I check my phone. “Reading the script. This thing is awesome!” he tweeted. Oh my gosh! He likes my script! He actually likes it! I’m so happy! “Mom! He likes my script! He loves it!” I exclaim. “Who?” my mom asks. “Joe Jonas!” I shout. “Of course he likes it. He choose to be in it,” my mother replies. “Oh,” I say. How could I not know that. Anyway, he thinks it’s awesome. Yay! Dear God, thank you for this wonderful opportunity. Amen. I pray a lot. It keeps me alive inside. I can feel because of it. Hopefully, God’s plan will be fulfilled soon. It’s my purpose to help girls just like me through my writing skill. I wonder how far Joe is in my script….?
Chp. 3
Jasmine’s POV
“Jasmine! We’re here.” My mother wakes me up from my slumber. “I’m up!” I say. I look out the window. The train has stopped and we are in Katonah, New York. I sit up in my seat and witness people getting off the train. My family and I get off the train and hail a cab. I enter the cab first, then my sister, then my mom. My mom gives the cab driver the directions. “To the Marks Hotel,” she says. My mind wanders off.
I wonder where Joe is staying. I check his twitter. Nothing. Then again, why would he put where he is staying on his twitter. Duh! I hope we become friends easily. I really do. I hope. I just hope that somehow, he can help. But why should he want to! I’m eight years younger than him! He won’t be interested in being friends with me! We have different interests. I don’t know!
“We’re here!” my little sister drags me out of my thoughts. I look at our hotel. Beautiful. Granite with glass doors. Five star hotel. We exit the cab and enter the hotel. My mom goes to get our room. We get to our room on the 7th floor. We enter our room. I lie down on my bed and look up at the ceiling. I’m still thinking of Joe. Did he update his twitter? I check my phone. “Reading the script. This thing is awesome!” he tweeted. Oh my gosh! He likes my script! He actually likes it! I’m so happy! “Mom! He likes my script! He loves it!” I exclaim. “Who?” my mom asks. “Joe Jonas!” I shout. “Of course he likes it. He choose to be in it,” my mother replies. “Oh,” I say. How could I not know that. Anyway, he thinks it’s awesome. Yay! Dear God, thank you for this wonderful opportunity. Amen. I pray a lot. It keeps me alive inside. I can feel because of it. Hopefully, God’s plan will be fulfilled soon. It’s my purpose to help girls just like me through my writing skill. I wonder how far Joe is in my script….?