At the sound of her mother's screaming voice, 16 year old Jasmine rolled her eyes. She peeked her bright blue eyes over the corner of the screen and gazed out her window to see the kids from school who tormented her shooting hoops across the street. Going outside meant dealing with them. Her mother was oblivious to this, and quite frankly, she liked it that way. It would be a mess if she really knew what happened in school. Besides, she hadn't gotten dressed yet, and sh was still dressed in a t-shurt and sweatpants while her blond hair was pulled into a messy bun. She wore black plastic framed glasses, much like Tina Fey, and it added an air of intelligence to her curious eyes.
She decided to ignore her mom. She was just getting to a good part of writing her novel. Her dashing hero was squaring off with a ferocious beast that looked like a panda bear crossed with a moose. It wasn't the most attractive hybrids, but it gained points for originality. The damsel was wounded by the monster already, and she was close to dead. He had to finish the battle quickly otherwise she would die and he wouldn't be able to save her. It was a predicament that needed Jasmine's attention now. And even if her mom insisted that she needed fresh air, there was perfectly good air inside. Edmund Pevensi from Narnia had put it best in the movie.