Becoming Janie

Hey, my names Janie and I can't talk to guys. Unless they are related to me or a friend of my eight year old brother Jamie. Yup, our names rhyme. We're pretty sure our parents did it purposely just so they could call us 'the J squad' ugh.

There's this guy, his names Troy. I have a major crush on him but of course he doesn't know that because I can't open my mouth and speak to him.

Despite my speech impairment I was pretty happy with my life but apparently my mother was not. She had to go and sign me up to a glee club. Oh Lord ! I couldn't talk to guys, how was I meant to sing in front of them? My life was over.