I don't know how to approach this, but here it goes.
I am Jasmine Rosemary Chamomile.
Odd? Not really if you know my mother. She's a real witch. Literally.
This isn't going as well as I planned it. An odd sensation tells me that this is really, really stupid. You know, document everything? But I just thought that if I lived long enough that I'll be able to read this in the future.
I figured that since my life is so . . .
Interesting. That I should write all down. I know this will be read in the future, maybe by my future daughter, mother, granddaughter, etc. So I thought it would be a nice story to tell.
Too bad I don't know how to tell it.
I hope to keep it short and sweet, but my life is still going, I'm not dead. Yet. So there may be more, I don't know. I'm naming this "That Shade of Gray." Why? Because I am that shade of gray. My eyes can tell that story pretty well. One of the things I love about me is my eyes. Gray, but white in the middle. Witch eyes, my mother would tell me wisely, with a nod of her head.
Anyway, I love them. The only physical feature I love. My hair is white blond, the color of snow. I snub nose, and full lips, with a heart shaped face. I thought I looked too innocent, so I died my hair black. My mother was ticked, but it made me feel relieved. I am not innocent, and hated looking like it. I felt like I was lying to everyone who judged me on looks.
Anyway, I'm pretty tall, but not too tall. I barely have a chest, which I see as a good thing rather than a curse. I have to squeeze threw tight places sometimes, so it's good thing I don't have to fit double D's in.
This is probably confusing to you if you don't know me. Or are me.
I have a total of one friend. One.
And I couldn't ask for anyone better. I don't tell her everything, but how can I? She's different like me. But not too different. Just a little different.
Well, if you are, I can start at the beginning.
I wasn't always living with my mom. I used to live with my dad.