Thursday, July 18, 2013


The other day I was bored, and I started writing a short story. I'm still working on it, but this is it so far.


All I wanted.
All I ever wanted.
This moment.
When all my hard work pays off.
The people, the people everywhere.
Hold up. I should start from the beginning.

My names Jazmine. Call me Jaz, Jazzy, JZ, whatever you want. I’m 14. Yeah, yeah. Teenage years. You’re probably guessing this whole book is about boys, makeup, drama, bla bla bla. Nope. I’m a singer. I’m a guitarist. I get bullied, I get made fun of. It doesn’t matter though, because I’m doing what makes me happy.

That’s what’s important, right?

When I was 8 years old, I got my first guitar. It was fake, and it only had plastic buttons that made noises, but that’s when I got into music. That’s when I realized that it was meant to be.

Music means a lot to me. When I was 5 years old, my father passed away in a car accident. He was with a friend, who fortunately, is still living. His name is Skittles, and he’s really close to my family. Well, his name is really John, but my dad called him Skittles because he used to wear this jacket that has multicolored polka dots on it. Weird, right? Anyway, my dad was into music. A lot. I don’t remember much about him, but my mom has told me stories. He played the tuba, trumpet, clarinet, piano, drums, and guitar.

3 days after my dad passed, my mom found out she was pregnant with my little sister, Savannah. She’s 9, and very annoying. She likes to dance. She’s also obsessed with this giant horse stuffed animal that Skittles won her at the fair. It’s huge, it’s taller than her. She sleeps with it every night, although most of the time it just falls off of her small bed.

There is one thing I worry about. Sometimes I worry about my mom. She gets very…emotional. She cries a lot. I understand what she’s gone through, but it’s been years. I feel like she’s hiding things from me. She keeps many things a secret. But one day, I figured one out.


There you go! I hope you enjoyed, I will have more soon.

 Jusqu'à la prochaine fois,

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