Home Alone

              Jane Arden always thought she was independent. Ever since she was 10 she thought she could do anything she ever wanted to do, because she was thought she was capable of doing anything, literally. When Jane was 11 she had taken an interest in the family car and insisted that she could drive it. Her parents didn't allow her, though. Then, later that year she watched her Mother bake a cake for Grandpa's birthday, and she had convinced herself that she could bake as well as her Mom.

                    But, her Mom was a little worried that she'd burn the house down. Especially since Jane never listened to any directions. Then, when she turned 12 she wanted to ride on an airplane to Europe by herself, just like her aunt Matilda had done.  But, she was just too young. Jane never liked it when people dis-agreed with her. You can say she was stubborn. But, then again she's just a child.

                        But, wait a minute. Now, Jane is 17. 

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                       Jane slept in her room peacefully until the sound of her alarm clock woke her up. She groaned, she didn't think it was fair that she had to wake up at six in the morning to go to school. Jane liked to sleep long ours. Not short minutes. Even though she slept for, a decent, amount, she liked being well-rested, not barely able to keep her eyelids open. 

                         Jane wished she could stay home. She was even considering skipping school to get more hours of slumber. But, she decided against it since her Mom would most likely give her 'The Speech' again. She walked to her bathroom to brush her teeth, and then she walked into her room to get changed into her school outfit. 

                           When she was done, she picked up her light blonde hair in a ponytail, then she walked to the kitchen where her parents would most likely be. 

                                 "Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Dad." Jane greeted her parents. "Good, morning Jane." Said her Father. "Hello, Darling." Said her Mother. Jane served herself a bowl of cereal and ate quickly. "Why, are you in such a rush?" Her Father asked. "Dad, I can't be late for school. Besides, I love this cereal." Jane explained. 

                                      "Well, don't eat too fast. You'll get a stomach ache." Her Mother warned. "I won't." She said, then she took plenty of sips, then dumped her empty bowl in the kitchen sink. ''Hey, Mom, can you please give me a ride?" She asked. "Sure, Sweetie. Said Her Mom. "But, Mom we have to go now if I don't want to be late." Jane urged. Her Mother nodded. "Of course. Let's go." She said then got up from the kitchen table and walked to the front door. 

                                             "You really need a license." Her Mother muttered to Jane as they wre getting into the car. "I'm glad you agree, Mom." She said. They drove in silence to Jane's school. As they were driving into the parking lot Jane kissed her Mother on the cheek and gave her a hug. "Bye, Mom. See you when I get home." Jane said, then exited out of the car and towards the school's building.

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                                      Jessica smiled and Jane and they hugged. They were in the parking lot, waiting for their parents to come pick them up, and Jane's Mother had arrived. "Goodbye, Jane. Text you later?" Jessica suggested. "Of course, Jess. Bye." She said before walking into her Mother's car. "So, Jane. How was school?" Her Mother asked. "It was fine. Classes were good, teachers are annoying, as always, friends are great, and Home Coming, sucks." Jane said, nonchalantly.