The runway was beautiful. "Come zees vay for ze 'after party'" the french tender leads us to the penthouse. "How high are we?" I ask because I'm afraid of heights and also because I felt like I walked a mile. Sometimes when Jasmine is anxious she feels claustrophobic so to prevent an attack we asked to take the stairs. "About four storiez!" his french accent was thick but I easily could make out what he said.

We walk along the edge of the balcony the fall of 50 men. The wind piercing our skin as though of razor blades. The harsh moonlight shown smoothly along the tiled floor. Low classical music slips our ears as many conversations arise. We come to a stop at the end of the room, our backs against the balcony rail.

A young waiter by the name Wendy walks past squeezing as she goes. I turn my head to look for Ms. Flench the one who invited us. I feel a push and everything comes down. Jasmine screams a screech so high and flips over the balcony rail. She grips on to the lining of my gown and refuses to let go her fingers digging into the stitches.

"Grab my hand!" I shout out my lungs and everyone turns but only to look. Her slipper slips from the tips of her toes and hits the ground snapping into two. She tugs my dress to get her some leverage and I begin to fall as well. She lunges ever so high to grab my hand but only our fingernails collide. She gets lower and lower and lower until a stomp and I shut my eyes in pure horror.

Still scream I hear her well but she lives to tell her tale. I peak over the balcony's rail and see my bestfriend lying there helpless but still breathing.

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Brettany and Elizabeth bash through the doors like a speeding bull. "Where is she?" Elizabeth's long flowing hair flying back like bird wings as she speed walks to the counter and smacks her fist down. I can recall every breath taking moment. Her scream, my dress ripping, and her drop but the sound. The sound is the worst part. Thump! THump! THUMP! My ears ring.

I cry and crawl into a ball while Brettany grips me into a tight hug. "Dominic Young!" Her doctor calls. I make eye contact and raise my head for him to come. "Your friend Jasmine is doing just fine, although she lost a lot of blood. We gave her 2 blood transfusions. Give her these iron pills daily." "HALLEJUNHA!" Elizabeth shouts catching everybody's attention. "Her fall wasn't quite high and from the looks, she will recover in about a few days. Just in time for her first day of school." 'Wth! This the first week and already this much drama.' I think to myself. "Can we see her?"

Brettany asks in a worried tone. The doctor gestures to let us by and we proceed to room 124. We open the door to see this o'le chum chum bean headed ass cunt. "You faker!" I yell at her. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her bloody cut up dress in a plastic bag. Im stunt but then realize the doctors cut it. We exchange our small talk then head to the counter to check her out.

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"What yall trynna do?" I ask pulling into the college parking lot. Jasmine only had on her hospital gown and a pair of flip flops I had in the trunk. "Let's have a movie night." Elizabeth comes up with. "Yass diamond! Good thinking." I congratulate. "Let's watch the new Beauty And The Beast movie. I have a bootleg in my room." Brettany said excited. "Hows your new roomate by the way? Alejandra is it?" I question.

"After Sophia dropped out I needed some new auras. Alejandra is a cool chick though." She complies. I roll my eyes to the amount of bullshit from her answer. "Ill get my laptop to connect to the tv in the common room and Jasmine get the food." I say handing Jasmine my purse. "Ill get the clothes and blankets." Elizabeth says one step ahead. We disburse into our rooms.

"Hey!" Taylor greets me as I enter our room. He's already in his pajamas so I as him if he wants to come and he agrees. We head down and set up the laptop. The other 3 BABBs return with Kimberly. We change into our comfort clothes and I put my ripped worn dress into the trash.

"Can I have that actually. I can sew it up and wear it." Kimberly asks gesturing to the gown. I knew it was not save-able so I could let her have it. I already made use of it so I shoved it into her hands and sat between Brettany and Elizabeth. Taylor to Brettany's left and to Elizabeth's right was Jasmine and Kimberly. We filled the whole couch. Nobody dared to ever the room with us inside. The night was ........almost perfect. "FUUUCCCKKKKK!" I shouted as I remembered school was TOMORROW.