Something different.

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 hav