The Diary Of Jane

The Life Of Jane

                                                                           Jane

     I did most of the shopping in the house. Who else would do it? So I took Tyler to the store with me, because I didn't want home alone with them any more than he had to be. I don't trust them, and I have good reason not to.

     While I was in the check out line, I saw the "popular" crowd come in. And Black Sparks was leading the way, like usual. He was bossing them around, ad they didn't even know it! Or didn't care. He had a fake blonde almost naked trying to get his attention, but he wasn't looking at her. He was looking at me!!! Me!?!? Or really me and Tyler.

     He kept looking back and forth between us, and then he got a weird smile on his face. He turned to his friends and whispered something to them, and then they all started to point and laugh at us. I didn't know what was so funny, so I started to look around trying to see what was so funny. This only got them more riled up.

     Thank god, the grocer was done putting all of our food into the bags. I quickly payed, grabbed the bags and Tyler's hand, and then hi tailed it out of there. But I wasn't fast enough. Not fast enough to see the grocers pitiful look sent towards me. After I finished putting the food away, made diner, and got beat, I crawled into my room, into my bed, and cried myself to sleep again.

                                                                          Blake

          That was one of the worst things I ever did to someone. I could see the pain on peoples faces once my friends and I did something, but to read what we did to them, and to hear on paper what was going through their mind; it is the worst thing in the entire world.

     She writes about what happens at school the next day, but before I tell you what she said, I need to say something. I was just so selfish back then, that I have no real memory of this day. I helped put this girl even deeper into her shell, but my pride wouldn't let me look back and say to myself "I wonder what's going on through her mind?". I don't remember doing this to your mother, but I can tell you, that I will never truly forgive myself. No matter how many times she says she forgives me.

     P.S. Yes this is your uncle Tyler we were laughing at. At the time he was about 3, and I'm going to let your mother tell you why we were laughing at her, and your uncle. I'm sorry.