Beasthood

~Chapter 1- Patronize~

After that gory prologue, I promise you it calms down after that for a while. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Mel, who like me, says it like it is and has always been there to criticize my work in an honest but considerate way. Thanks a bunch Mel. And check out her novel Ashes of the Dawn when it gets published (it WILL get publish *glares*). If you missed it when it was available on wattpad, shame. Real shame.  

~Chapter 1–Patronize~

One year later...

Tuesday May 3rd, 2011, 10:00 a.m. -Therapist's office

Jaz's Diary

My name is Jaz. Or Jasmine if you are my parents and only my parents.

Call me it on painof death. :)

Though you won’t will you? Because you’re a diary. Yes, I’ve decided -surrendered would actually be more accurate- to join the journal crew and write everything down about my ‘wonderful’ life. So here we are.

Where should I start?

Well, I’m twenty-one. Just turned. My birthday was last month. April 1st. Don’t get me started on how April Fools' has screwed up my hopes of getting any decent, none-joke presents for a change. I’ve long accepted that it’s a toss-up of fate.

I’ve just finished university. Did psychology for three years. Kinda got bored of it after six months but stuck it out, and it paid off. I’m not smart but I’m good at stuffing random knowledge into my head even if I don’t have a clue what it all means. When it’s needed, I spit it back out like a walking, talking encyclopaedia. People assume I’m smart and so far, I’ve managed to convince them I am.

I live with my mum and dad. They’re sweet and caring, though they can be -especially my mother- a little overprotective at times. More than most parents. And I’m not just saying that because I’m biased.

But I love them.

I’m only writing that because otherwise I’ll start scribbling how much I hate them right now. I’m not gonna go down that route. Not yet anyway.

And as you can see, my writing is a little bit obnoxious because of it. But hey, it's my diary, I can write what and how I want.

On the positive side: I have friends. Several in fact, but only two who I can really call my best friends.

Lisa and Ellie.

I’ve known Lisa since I was in primary school. We clicked straight away when she let me borrow her sparkly pink pen.

She’s beautiful. Blonde straight hair, skinny, big tits. The kind that girls shoot envious looks at and every guy does a 180-degree head spin, staring so long -even when they're walking or jogging- that they end up falling over or bashing into things. I've been a witness to it more than once. Though she's pretty humble about it, and doesn't use it to get her own way. Not on purpose anyway.

Appearance-wise, I probably bring down her street cred, but no one would ever say that to her face. Anyone disses her best friend gets a black eye. Bethany Granger -who I managed to get stuck with through college and uni- is proof of that.