My name is Jazz. Actually, it's Jazmine. My mother knew how to spell jasmine as in the flower, but she didn't think I looked like a flower when I was born. She thought I looked like a little Jazz baby, a girl meant to shine. I don't think she was right. My life has been very hard... And maybe that's why I'm writing this. I don't know... You tell me, Mr./Mrs. Reader. All I know is that I want to write this. So I'm going to.
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The Story of a Life Belonging to a Nobody
Historia CortaThis will focus on real life situations and the struggles of being a girl in this century. The main character faces everyday struggles, such as being "too fat" and "ugly". Will she overcome these challenges? That's for me (the author) to know and...
