Broken Wings
Chapter 5
Broken Wings
Chp. 5
Jasmine’s POV
I am sitting on my bed watching Sponge Bob with my little sister. “I’m going to get some ice, mom,” I say to my mom. I exit the hotel room and bump into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” a familiar voice said. I look up and see Joe Jonas. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m Jasmine by the way,” I say nervously. We shake hands. “Wait. Jasmine Ahmed?” he asks. “Yes?” I say. “Oh. Hey. We’ll be working together on your movie, as if you didn’t already know that,” she says. He has a beautiful smile on his face. I can feel myself melting. “I know. I wrote the script after all,” I say. We laugh. “I was just reading. I really liked it. You’re an amazing writer,” he complements. I feel my cheeks warm up. “Thank you,” I say. “Well I have to go now, but I’ll see you around. My hotel room number is 7B,” he says. “Bye!” I say. “Bye!” he says back. Joe leaves. I walk back to my hotel room and enter.
“Guess what mom?!” I say. “What?” she asks. “I saw Joe Jonas in the hallway and he knew who I was!” I scream. There is a shocked expression on my mother’s face. “He told me his room number! It’s 7B!” I yell. I jump up and down like a little girl. I’m as happy as a drunken man and as giddy as a school girl! “Calm down! There are other people here!” my mother scolds. “Anyway, I have yet to get my ice,” I say. I exit the hotel room and go down the hallway to the ice machine.
Chp. 5
Jasmine’s POV
I am sitting on my bed watching Sponge Bob with my little sister. “I’m going to get some ice, mom,” I say to my mom. I exit the hotel room and bump into someone. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” a familiar voice said. I look up and see Joe Jonas. “No. I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m Jasmine by the way,” I say nervously. We shake hands. “Wait. Jasmine Ahmed?” he asks. “Yes?” I say. “Oh. Hey. We’ll be working together on your movie, as if you didn’t already know that,” she says. He has a beautiful smile on his face. I can feel myself melting. “I know. I wrote the script after all,” I say. We laugh. “I was just reading. I really liked it. You’re an amazing writer,” he complements. I feel my cheeks warm up. “Thank you,” I say. “Well I have to go now, but I’ll see you around. My hotel room number is 7B,” he says. “Bye!” I say. “Bye!” he says back. Joe leaves. I walk back to my hotel room and enter.
“Guess what mom?!” I say. “What?” she asks. “I saw Joe Jonas in the hallway and he knew who I was!” I scream. There is a shocked expression on my mother’s face. “He told me his room number! It’s 7B!” I yell. I jump up and down like a little girl. I’m as happy as a drunken man and as giddy as a school girl! “Calm down! There are other people here!” my mother scolds. “Anyway, I have yet to get my ice,” I say. I exit the hotel room and go down the hallway to the ice machine.