Frustrating. That was the only word their was to describe the type of day that Jasmine was having. First she'd woken up late, thanks to the fact that at some point during the night, Tristan had gotten up and switched the time on the clock. How he had managed to do that, she still couldn't figure out. Then she found out that her baby-sitter for the day couldn't make it because her own daughter was extremely ill. That meant that Jasmine had had to literally plead with her parents to watch Tristan. They usually didn't have a problem with it as long as they had some type of notice. Since this wasn't the case, Jasmine had to sit through a 20-minute lecture on how she should always be prepared for such things. Then her car wouldn't start, which caused her to call father back and ask him to come pick up Tristan and drop her off at Flinders St. Station. That of course caused a lecture on the way over. Not to mention she had a paper due for her Literary Analysis class that she had been up to 3:30 in the morning doing.

So now Jasmine walked along the platform, flipping through her 20 page paper wearing a red long sleeved mini dress with an oversized black belt around the waist and black knee high boots. Her hair was slightly wavy and the top half was pulled back and clipped. She had a black hobo bag on her shoulder.

She was so engrossed in her paper that she didn't notice the kids and she definitely didn't notice one of them stick their foot out. She tripped right over the child's foot and landed flat on the ground. Luckily she was able to avoid harm to her face by placing her hands down in front of her as she fell. Unfortunately that caused her paper to scatter all around.

"No, no, no, no!" she said frantically as she tried to grab the ones on the floor around her. She looked up to see that some of them had gotten away. She sat up on her knees as she straightened the ones she had just as a young man walked over and handed her the papers that he had obviously succeeded in getting for her. At least someone had sense enough to help.

"Thanks," she said grabbing them from him and standing up. She dusted herself off and began seeing how much of her paper she had lost.