Janestory
This Journal isnt about me it is about jane
Jane was a young girl of 17, with short black hair, and green eyes. She was of average hight and usually wore her favorite shirt, which was black striped with a skull and cross bones on it. She had a few chokers on her neck that she seldom took off, and never let any one else wear them.
Jane lived in a small rural town outside of Boston. There was never much to do in this town, besides go to the occasional party, drin and do drugs, and listen to music. Jane lived with her mother, mary, and her brother Kevin, who was a few years younger than her.
Jane never really felt she had a purpose in life. She sort of drifted through every day with out really taking in anything. People would always tell her that she had to make something of her self and that she was would never make it in life if she didnt apply herself. In someways she belived what she was told, but in others she didnt really care.
Jane was never really happy, the only thing that brought her any joy, was music and that too occasionally failed. She floated through most day, simply going through the motions. She would wake up and take an shower, and then eat whatever was in the kitchen for breakfast, cereal, an orange, it didnt matter. Then she would walk to school and then meet her friends at her locker. She would then walk to her class. She seldom payed attention to her teachers, she was pretty smart, but never had the motivation to work. She only liked her art class because when she was drawing was one of the few times she felt free.
after school she would walk to the pizza place, where her best friend aaron worked and get something to eat. Then she and Aaron would go to what she and her friends called the clearing, which was a small clearing in the middle of the woods, that had a couch and a few logs that her friends had put there. They usually would smoke weed there, or drink alcohol, or listen to music, or do all 3, depending on their mood. She and Aaron would go there after school and sit and talk till it got dark, and then she would leave to go home.
At home Jane would lie on her bed and listen to pink floyd, or the pixies, or what ever she felt like at the time. She would work on homework till she didnt feel like it, and then just go to sleep or call a friend or soemthing, or go online.
That was most days.
Jane was a young girl of 17, with short black hair, and green eyes. She was of average hight and usually wore her favorite shirt, which was black striped with a skull and cross bones on it. She had a few chokers on her neck that she seldom took off, and never let any one else wear them.
Jane lived in a small rural town outside of Boston. There was never much to do in this town, besides go to the occasional party, drin and do drugs, and listen to music. Jane lived with her mother, mary, and her brother Kevin, who was a few years younger than her.
Jane never really felt she had a purpose in life. She sort of drifted through every day with out really taking in anything. People would always tell her that she had to make something of her self and that she was would never make it in life if she didnt apply herself. In someways she belived what she was told, but in others she didnt really care.
Jane was never really happy, the only thing that brought her any joy, was music and that too occasionally failed. She floated through most day, simply going through the motions. She would wake up and take an shower, and then eat whatever was in the kitchen for breakfast, cereal, an orange, it didnt matter. Then she would walk to school and then meet her friends at her locker. She would then walk to her class. She seldom payed attention to her teachers, she was pretty smart, but never had the motivation to work. She only liked her art class because when she was drawing was one of the few times she felt free.
after school she would walk to the pizza place, where her best friend aaron worked and get something to eat. Then she and Aaron would go to what she and her friends called the clearing, which was a small clearing in the middle of the woods, that had a couch and a few logs that her friends had put there. They usually would smoke weed there, or drink alcohol, or listen to music, or do all 3, depending on their mood. She and Aaron would go there after school and sit and talk till it got dark, and then she would leave to go home.
At home Jane would lie on her bed and listen to pink floyd, or the pixies, or what ever she felt like at the time. She would work on homework till she didnt feel like it, and then just go to sleep or call a friend or soemthing, or go online.
That was most days.