Hello Again! I'm writng this a/n really fast and not paying attention to mistakes so please excuse any typos in it. I feel so terrible, my other story is comong along very... uh... slowly. I have many chapters written for it, but unfortunatly they are on the computer at my mom's house that no longer has internet, and has no floppy drive, and we have no cds. Im so sad. But now I'm on my new laptop, and inspired by watching Memoirs of a Geisha. So I'm gonna write this thing down now. A few of my friends and I, who are also obsessed with anime, worse than I am, have a live RPG going, and this is it. I, being the only one regretibly who can compose a proper written story, have been voted to write it down. (Why is it always me?) So this fic is dedicated to Stephine. My long time friend, and little sister in every way but by blood. The Prologue itself is very short, but I promise to update the first chapter as soon as I am finished writing it. And I haven't started yet. But I will have it by tomarrow. It's 11:52 pm, but I slept 'til 5 pm, so, I'm not tired and have alot of writing to do.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, InuYasha, Charmed, Touched By An Angel, or any of the ideas or concepts I got from Cylvia Brown's books and/or tapes.

My Friends and I do own Kia, InuTeiko, Ishieki, Myrano, Mihano, Milando, Miyado, and Mieyada... and alot more. (LOTS of OC's)


Who I Am

By Jessica Andrews

If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
'Cause I know exactly who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm am steady and unstable
I am young but I'm able

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am

I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am


Prologue

The events in these pages took place long ago. Further back then your great, great, great grandparents can remember happening in their lives. I saw it; reawakening memories that span far beyond my own mortal life.

As I meditated, I forced my conscienceness back in time to my tenth birthday, then my fifth, then my first. I reached back and remembered the instant of my birth, the cold hospital room, bright lights, and overwhelmingly loud noises all around me. After that, I watched as if I were rewinding a tape, my breif period of awareness in my mother's womb. Then a bright light, and a flowering field of peace, joy, and love, Summer Land.

Then I saw myself as another person... a completly different person from that which I am today, yet... one and the same. I forced myself back through that life as well, in the same way I had done before, once again entering the Summer Land.

By this time my mind was exhausted, but I pressed on. Just one more. Then I shall rest and watch these lives play out. For the last time that night, I strained my mind through another life, all the way back to the beginning. I was so tired. However I had done my best, and now I can sit back and watch it happen, my precious reward, seeing my past fold out before me, both actress and audience at once. After all, I will never know where I am going, unless I know where I have been. I must know who I was, to know who I am.

I'm soooo sad, my thoughts emotions and feelings for the last 15 months have been thrown in a blender and set on puree. My writing is my outlet. Review and make me feel better? Please? (gives readers Award Winning "Best Puppy Pout of the Year")