Operation: Loser by C. Joyce & Jessica Pham -or- Jessica Pham & C. Joyce (books for 8th graders .txt) 📕

Jasmine!” Chloe shouted to my older sis, “Come here!”

“Why?” She shouted but and her footsteps leading to the kitchen. “What’ up?” Chloe’s tan-ish white index finger pointed at my face, and started to bump her elbow at my shoulder.

“Tell her.”

“She knows…” I gave Chloe my best ‘really?’ look.

“Asher?” Yup! Jasmine’s this smart! I kinda hate having a older sister who’s smarter than you at everything! “So what?”

I continued telling my story to Chloe however. “In 7th grade he started to tease me about being Asian. I mean really- he invented a fake and annoying word just to pissed me off.”

Sis and Chloe exchange each other looks.

"So..Plan A or Plan B?" Sis asked Chloe with a raised eyebrow. Plan A, Plan B? What the hell are they talking about?

Chloe "hum" before answering, "Oh, Yyeeahh. Wait, what?!" I rolled my eyes at her, another dumb blonde moment for Chloe right there.

Wait...she's not blonde...I must be the dumb blonde then..
No offense to any blondes, it's just a saying.

Jazz rolled her eyes just like me. "Plan A-Telling that she likes him. Or. Plan B-Get a guy to make him jealous!" Sis playfully knocked on Chloe's skull and muttered "dumbness much?"

Wait!
Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. I'm not doing that!
Are they fricking nuts?!

"I'm not doing any of those!" I shouted like a judge, my hands slamming on the glass eating table.

"Calm down sis, those are just Plans' A and B. We got more." Jasmine winked at me like a devil. See what I have to live with? The devil of pain and knows how to annoy the butt out of me.

"Exactly..." Chloe said calmly to me, "We got plans all the way to the letter Z." She tried to convince me.

I sighed, "O.k...what are your plans then?"

"Just follow us." Jazz and Chloe started to walk up the wooden stairs to my room. I swear I heard Jasmine asking Chloe, "Do you actually have more plans?"
Chloe shook her head a "No."

Well...I'm dead then.

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After their little "Plan" for tomorrow Chloe left to go back home. She promise though she'll come back early to help with their little "Planie" for me.
I can't believe they're making me do this...

"Jasmine Mai, sweetie, can I talk to you please?" I heard my mother's voice calling for sis. With my mother's head sticking out of my bedroom door, her long strands of black hair dangling in the air.

"Coming mom."

"Do you want me too mom?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "No. It's o.k. dear, I just need to speak only to Jazz. Alone."

"Oh, o.k." I shyly said as Jasmine walk to our mother. I watch them walk away to another room upstairs (we have a 3 story house by the way), before slamming my door shut.

I wonder what that was about...

I spent back on on wasted valuable time for homework. Which by the way, was caused by Chloe and Jasmine. After a hour of doing lousy must be essay-length homework for L.A. I stopped to crack my hands.

"What the hell do you mean you're 'sorry'?! Sorry for what?! Not telling your own, your own daughter the truth?!" I thought I heard 'Jasmine' yelling? To who though, was my question.

"I can't believe you mother!" Oh...mom..

"You hid this in my entire life?!"

"B-but your fa-fa-father", Mom stutter, "He-he tol-told me n-not to tell you until you're old en-enough." Dad...

"Who cares about that old fag?!" Jasmine's voice got louder and louder as she yelled, "I don't care!" I do...

"Well, I do..." Mom repeated just like she read my mind.

If you're wondering what happened to our father...well..Our mom caught him cheating with a blonde "hooker" and well, let's just say he left us for the hooker. Mommy went into a depression stage that was so horrible that Jasmine had to take care of her. Since she wouldn't eat or drink water. Or even sleep but boy, she would drink. A lot. We became less of a family. Always fighting, yell swears at each other, and even crying. When it finally over, we never talked about our so called "Dad" anymore.

The End.

Before the door slam shut, I heard Jasmine bitterly bawl, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" at our mom's weak heart. After Jasmine harsh words came soft but loud enough to hear cries.

What was that about?

Chapter 9

~Jasmine's POV.~

“PSST.” I poked my little sister on the side. She groaned and away from my finger. Why is she so hard to wake up? I mean, it’s only 5 in the morning. Get over it.
“CLAYSE!” I whispered loudly, poking her repeatedly on the side.

“Mmm… Go awaaaay.” She mumbled.

“Clayse. Clayse. CLAYSE!” Every time I said her name, my finger jabbed into her side.

She grunted and shifted away. “Get yo fat ass out of this bed or else I’ll come in there and spoon you.” I threatened sassily, with a hand on my hip. I watched Madea’s Witness Protection, and since then, I've been quoting it like crazy.

“UP UP UP UP UP.” I sang in her ear. Chloe strutted in the room and surveyed the scene. She smirked and walked back outside. Oh god, she has an evil plan!
She came back with some.. putty.. in a mini toilet..

What the crap?

She still had that evil smirk on her face. Well THIS is going to be interesting…

She crept over to Clayse’s bed and took the putty out of the little toilet. She squished it back in and it made a loud ‘FFTT’ sound. She groaned out loud, as if she had just let loose a bunch of air she had been holding up.

I bit my tough and laughed silently, slapping my leg like some maniac.

She took the putty out and squished it in again. “Ahhhh.” She moaned again. Tears made their way to my eyes and my face turned red from containing my laughter. I couldn't take it anymore, so I let it all out.

“AHAHA!” I laughed.

“GAH.” Clayse yelled, sitting straight up. She rubbed her eyes furiously. “What do you want?” She grumbled.

I suddenly dumped a huge bucket of ice- cold water on her. She gasped and sputtered. Failing her arms around madly and wiping the water away from her eyes. “WHAT THE CRUD?” She shrieked.

“That was your shower.” I stated.

“WHAT?!” She yelled.

I hid a bucket in her room the night before when Chloe and I came up with Plan C. Make my lil sis IRRESISTIBLE. So gorgeous, all the guys would want to bang her, but our goal was to make that Asher kid go green with envy. Making all the guys want her was just a bonus.
Not an original plan, but hey, this is Chloe and I we’re talking about. We’re famous for our fashion sense.

Just kidding.

And we needed lots of time to get this chick a presentable. She dressed like a typical nerd. Ugly jeans with the school shirt that’s ten times bigger than her. No, just no.
We need her to look like a bad ass. She needed to look, and feel like a bad ass. “Alright. First, go brush your teeth.” I commanded.

*~:~*

“Okay.” Chloe sighed.

“Let’s start on your hair.” She decided.

Clayse rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. I sighed loudly and took a lock of her hair in my hand and winced.

“Have you ever heard of CONDITIONER?” I asked. “Yes.” She huffed. I raised an eyebrow at Chloe. Sure.

Her hair was like a tumble weed. It’s gonna take SO long to get it fixed! And it was already 5:30! We had three hours till she had to be in school! THREE!

That gave me a surge of motivation. I hopped off of her bed and clapped my hand. “ Alrighty then! Now, what should we do it your hair?” I asked.

“I d-“ I didn't let her finish, but I went on and explained my plan to her. “We’re gonna give you a bad ass look. A bad ass nerd.” I smirked and glanced over at Chloe. She was giving me the same look I was giving her. I tried a style back in middle school, when I didn't know what I wanted to wear. I went for a nerd/ bad ass look. I pulled it off quite well if I do say so myself.

But I was gonna have to make some adjustments to the look with Clayse. I had a whole afternoon and the morning to get ready, she didn't. I put pink streaks in my hair. And I wore a skirt that was barely in dress code. With a tight shirt and cute suspenders. My hair was straight and curly. I didn't curl all of it. And boom. I showed up at school and guys were staring from all directions.

Chloe whooped and went back to my room to gather supplies.
I paced around Clayse’ chair and studied her. Her hair looked so much like tumbleweed; I didn't even know how long her hair was anymore.
It was so frizzy! This is gonna take a while…

Chloe came back with two of my Chi’s and we got to work.

*~:~*

It took us a while, but we did it. I stepped back and admired my work. Man, her hair was LONG! It was down to her butt! Chloe worked on curling some of Clayse’ hair, while I went to my room and picked out the clothes.

A tight fitting, plain black tee, some cute suspenders, and a plaid skirt, with knee high black combat boots. This chicka is getting a COMPLETE make over. Everyone will want to be her friends. All the boys will want her, I’m sure of it. I smirked and went back to Clayse’ room. Chloe already finished curling her hair and was now applying make up on Clayse. We decided to put on dark blue eye shadow and eye liner to bring out her chocolate brown eyes and to give her that mysterious look.
We put on pink lip gloss. That was about it.

While she stepped into her clothes, Chloe and I went downstairs to grab some breakfast. We came up with a plan to make Clayse act like a bad ass.

“How should we do this?” Chloe asked as she poured a bowl of cereal. I poured myself some and sat down next to her on the counter.

“Scare it into her?” I suggested.

“No! That’s so mean!” Chloe yelled.

“Fine, fine.” I surrendered. “We don’t have time to teach her everything there is to be a bad girl..” I continued.

“Well then. We’ll just bribe her.” She huffed. I laughed and checked the clock hanging on the wall. It was already eight! What was taking her so long?!