Okay so this is kinda gonna be a new thing I do. It's like a lil origin story to look more into each characters lives. Even though people like Jazmine, Huey, Riley, and Cindy have an actually story since they're in the show, I'm changing it up a bit since... Well, why go off the original when it's a fanfiction and I can make it my own? So whenever you see a title with someone's name (and maybe a number if I wanna do a part 2) then that's an origin story. If you have any requests too, let me know! 

But here's Jazmine's origin story. It'll be a little like what everyone else writes but still have it's differences.

Jazmine POV~

I was a princess. Well, at least my dad treated me like I was. Since my mom couldn't have any other kids, she cherished me like I was her everything. Anything I wanted, I got. Don't get me wrong, I was still humble. I didn't cry whenever I didn't get what I wanted but I sure had a huge imagination. And I was naive. 

My classmate once told me that if I kissed a frog, he'd turn into a handsome prince and he'd marry me. That was only to trick me into kissing one of the frogs in the pond outside our school.

Days in North Carolina were terrible. I used to get bullied a lot by girls because my mom was white and my dad was black. They said I wasn't normal and that I was two-faced. I remember crying a lot. I never did anything to hurt anyone but yet these girls were treating me as if I did.

"Don't let them hurt you, Jazmine," My mom told me. "You're beautiful and sweet. They just wanna see you down because they're jealous."

Countless times my mom would tell me that but I never listened.

"It's cause my skin, isn't it?" I asked her, tears streaming down my face. "It's because they're white and I'm not!"

That's when my hatred for myself started. I grew up hating my half black side. There would be nights I'd be in the bath scrubbing my skin, trying to scrape the color off.

"Why me?" I would ask myself. I was 11 at the time. The taunting from the same girls never ended I started hating myself more and more. 

When I was 16 my parents moved to Woodcrest, Maryland. I overheard them saying that if we lived in North Carolina any longer than I'd probably become suicidal. They weren't wrong though. I was on the brink of depression and it wasn't getting any better.

When we moved to Woodcrest, I met the Freemans. I honestly never thought they'd change my life better than anything. I met Cindy too. She was the first white person (other than my mom) to say me being black was beautiful.

"I'd kill to be black," She said with a sigh. She looked over at me and smiled, "I think you're more beautiful because you're black."

Huey was really the main one who helped me find myself.

"So what they said those things?" He questioned after I told him the backstory on why I hated being me. "Do they pay bills in your house? Do they feed you? Clothe you? No, they don't. Jazmine, you're extremely beautiful to be half black and half white. Most girls don't even look right with that combination and yet you do. You hate the very features that make you standout for the better. You shed so many tears over girls who hated you because they wanted to be you. I don't ever want to hear you say you hate being black again. It's what make you, you. It's what makes you unique and different from a lot of people."

The day Huey told me that was the day I found my prince. I fell in love with Huey because he made me realize that I what others said didn't matter. It's what I thought about myself that meant everything.

As time had went on and I went through that whole crisis with Cairo, Samantha and Dewey, I moved Chicago with the Freemans, Cindy, Caesar, Jessica, and Donte. We all had grown into a little family.

Of course there was arguments (most of them being Huey and Riley) that made the whole house crack up. Jada, Cindy, and I did shows in Chicago and grew really popular. Then before I knew it, I was pregnant.

Was I scared? To say the least, yes. I didn't think I would be a mom at only 19 but hey, there was no going back.

Telling my mom about the pregnancy was the biggest mistake I still regret now. Since that very day, I never talked to my mom. She almost caused me and Huey to break up because that terrible argument we got into. 

Once December hit, Holland was born. Jada named her that because that was the name of her, Riley, and Huey's mom. I honestly loved the name. Holland. 

Holly was really little (but healthy) when she was born. Her eyes were gray with a tint of green and she had super curly dark brown hair. It was like she was a mixture of both Huey and I. She wasn't much of a crier either. When we took her home, Holland only cried when she needed a change and when she was hungry.

She was really sweet and a total daddy's girl. Anytime Huey was around, Holland would smile.

"You need something, Holly?" Huey would ask, picking her up. She'd only smile at him, putting her hand on his face. Those would be the days I'd see Huey smile. And not those little smirks he'd do. A full on smile.

Huey loved his baby girl and she honestly brought us closer.

"Me and Holly are gonna watch Princess and the Frog," I told Huey, "You wanna watch with us?"

Huey would always stop what he was doing, get up, grab a few blankets, have some bottles on standby, and make a place for us on our couch just in case we ended up falling asleep.

As I think about it, I started loving my life and everything about me more as I got older. I went from hating myself to loving myself within years. All because of Huey. He truly was the love of my life.