You decided to take a quiet walk around Woodcrest, hoping the fresh air and open sky would help clear your mind. The gentle rustling of the trees and the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet brought a sense of calm as you wandered along a familiar path. Eventually, you made your way up a hill where a large, old tree stood—its wide branches casting a cool shadow over the grass. It was one of your favorite spots, a quiet retreat where you often went to be alone and gather your thoughts.

But as you approached the tree, you noticed someone already there. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by a scatter of colorful wildflowers, was a young girl with two large, ginger puffballs of hair. It only took a second to recognize her—it was Jazmine Dubois, your classmate.

Jazmine was known throughout Woodcrest for her kind heart and gentle nature. Sweet, thoughtful, and endlessly sincere, she had a certain innocence about her that made her both endearing and, at times, overly dramatic. Her wide-eyed wonder and emotional honesty often made people smile—even if she could be a bit much.

At the moment, she seemed completely immersed in her own little world, carefully plucking wildflowers and weaving them into delicate rings and crowns. The look on her face was one of quiet concentration mixed with joy, as though this small act of creativity meant everything in the world to her.

You stood there for a moment, not sure whether to announce yourself or simply turn around and leave her to her peaceful task.