Jazza the Crabb
Hey my awesome readers! My name’s Jasmina (a.k.a. Jazza), I’m 14, and a proud traveler.
I was born in the north of Poland, lived there for ages (6 years precisely), and then, against my will, moved to the noisy London. After a month or so of not speaking (I was too scared I’d make a mistake) I finally fit in and another 6 years passed. I made some wonderful friends then which I still love nowadays and totally do not regret moving countries.
You see, I was just casually minding my own business one day when my mum had made yet another decision. We were gonna move, AGAIN. To SPAIN. Why!?!?
As you might have guessed, I wasn’t very happy. And my friends were planning on murdering me for this. But after a while I got used to the lovely sun-all-year-round weather in a small town near Malaga.
I traveled all over Europe with my dad, stepmom and little bro. In about two months we have ticked Italy and Greece off our list of places. Daddy decided to stay in Greece for a while, so that’s just great (no, I'm not being sarcastic). Greece isn’t as bad as they say, I figured.
Yeah, so here I am now, not going to school at all, studying 2 hours a day ONLY. Cool, huh? I definitely think so. It’s called ‘Home Education’, and both my bro and I don’t have to go to school where we’d normally get bored to death.
In my free time I write. Oh, and I also write, write and write. Other times I write or write. Mostly from the point of view of girls my age. Whatever pops into my head usually turns into a great story!
Hope you enjoy reading my books!
p.s. Hey, why not check out our blogs? Kids’n’Go is all about home schooling on the go, so if you’re interested, go ahead and google it up! www.kidsngo.org is the address, just so you know :)
p.s.2 Read my own blog here - www.jazzathecrabb.blogspot.com
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