Jasmine is lying on the cold floor, her face on the ground, and her hand spread over her head. Her body felt heavy, pain shot from her leg.
Where am I? She wondered. She wanted to open her eye but she couldn't, opening her eyes felt like a chore.
She could hear voices but was unable to make out the words.
Mummering filled the hall, a crowd was beginning to form in the middle of the hall, student in the sport wear gathered around, "what's wrong with her, we'll lose at this point." A voice shouted.
They all studied the chubby girl on the floor. Whistling could be heard from afar, followed by hurried footsteps.
"What's wrong with her?" The teacher asked, a rope holding the whistle was around his neck. The student made way for him.
He dropped on his knees immediately and checked the girl.
Jasmine eyes fluttered opened at that moment, she inhaled sharply blinking for a few seconds till her eyes adjusted in the light.
Heads popped in her view, curious eyes staring right back at her.
"What's happening? Why am I here?" She asked herself.
"I had jumped into the water." Goosebumps pricked her skin as she reminisced the moment her body had touchd the water.
"What happened to you?"
"You just ruined the game!"
"I told you it wasn't a good idea to add her to our team."
All the voices spoke at once.
"Give her space, she needs it." The teacher finally spoke, sparing her from the banters from the other children.
"Why am I being reprimanded by children?" Jasmine wondered as she sat straight with the assistance of the teacher by her side.
The students moved backwards creating a bigger circle around her. "Are you okay?" He asked Jasmine.
Jasmine nodded, finally allowing her gaze to land on him.
Her eyes widened, 'Mr. Bald? Why was he here?"
Mr. Bald was the nickname the students called Mr. Marcus, because of his bald head.
Mr. Marcus, one of the teachers in highschool was in front of her. This doesn't make sense.
"Go back to the game." He said to the other students without waiting for Jasmine's response.
Jasmine slowly stood, she dust off dust from her sport wear. Mr. Marcus walked to her and girl in White and blue sportswear walked behind him.
If jasmine was shocked earlier when she saw me. Marcus, then nothing prepared her for the sight of Melanie. Shiver ran through her spine as she stared at the blonde girl in front of her.
Melanie was one of the bullies that had made her life miserable in highschool.
"Melanie here said you fell on your own while playing." Melanie nodded as Mr. Marcus spoke.
"Why is Melanie here? What's happening. I died, is this a memory of my dead soul?" She wondered, "or is this part of the last seven minutes memory we're said to have after death?"
"I brought your note." Melanie handed a note to her with a pen stuck to the side.
"Mr. Marcus, you know she can't speak, let's go back to the game. She fell on her own. Everyone saw it. She's fine now, can we resume the game now!" She asked.
Why would the entire game have to pause because of jasmine? She sent a glare at Jasmine who hiccuped at that moment.
Why am I scared of a highschool student?
"Yes. Let's start the game." Mr. Marcus blew his whistle the children gathered around. He pat Jasmine on her shoulder before walking away from her.
Is this a dream?
Jasmine pinched herself and then winced from the pain.
No, she was here. She turned taking everyone around in. she could make out the identity of the students. But this was over ten years of her life.
She looked down at her hand and flinched. Her eyes hurriedly looked over to herself.
Did she go back in time?
Then all this…
She looked around again, the game has resumed.
If she remembered correctly, she was asked to join the opposite team of Melanie and one of Melanie's lackeys had pushed her then Melanie lied that she fell on her own.
She gasped loudly and covered her mouth, dread feeling her. She shook her head. This can't be happening. This year was the worst year.
No, highschool was a nightmare for her and she was traumatised by almost everything and everyone.
She looked at the note in her hand. It had pink shrinking cover with purple flower designs.
It was the same as the one she used when she had selective mutism.
She trailed the design with her finger. Her chest rising and falling. She looked around. Students have their hands over their head, willing for the ball to be past to them.
"Over here."
"Don't, I'm here."
If she remembered correctly, this was the first and last time she joined them. She couldn't finished and ended up in yhe school clinic because she was hit with a ball.
"I almost broke a no-"
Slam!
The hall hit her face before she could complete her words. She fell on her butt, her note rolling to the side. She then slowly brought her hand to her nose.
Her eyes widened, "blood."
Just like in her past life, she was surrounded by the students once more.
"She shouldn't come out for sport if she's going to stand like a statue."
"But she needs it, chubby kids needs it more than you." Another student laughed.
"She can keep fit in the gym not the sport ground." Another said in annoyance.
They weren't pleased that she kept ruining their time here.
This can't be happening to her again. She tried to seat up but fell back.
"She can't even seat in her own. Tsk tsk."
Mr. Marcus came running one more time and asked that she'd be taken to the school clinic.
All these while, Jasmine kept trying to process everything in her head, maybe she was still mistaken. If she wasn't, then, she had another ball coming her way.
As she was about to stand, she felt a sharp pai
n in her face again, as a ball collided with her face.
She fell to the floor and this time, she lost consciousness.