Nicknames

I am not allowed one of those. There are some things little young ladies should not be known by. Although, Natalie has one. Typical of her type. The type that wears black before at the age of wearing black, Nonna says.
But she has one and so why shouldn’t I.
There’s no short for my name. It is only mispronounced in English and shouted in Italian.
So I am Jazz when Nat and I play out. Which is good because it is said the same in both languages and I like music.
I shout as Jazz and skip as jazz and steal apples from Omar’s stall as Jazz. But I am never Jazz at home. Jazz wouldn’t push in her chair or clear up her plate. She would refuse to bath and stay up late. Because Jazz is just a nickname. And I am not allowed one of those.