Diary Of Jane Lyrics Novels & Stories

"You will be singing Masterpiece by Jessie J." My eyes widened because of it, that was my favorite song and I really know how to sang that well. "Here is your copy Jane, and this one is for you Katie." Mommy Sha said and give us the piece of papers. "So much pressure, why so loud. If you don't like my sound, you can turn it down. I gotta roll, and I walk it alone." Jane read the first verse, she seems not familiar on the song.

Being around Yolanda was just like having my mom back, she oozes that same aura and I loved that about her. " You got yourself a deal young man. Jane is up there" she pointed upstairs " She is probably messing around, just follow the music and the dust you'll find her " " Music and dust, got it " She left and I walked upstairs. I followed the melody, and as I got closer I heard someone singing along with the lyrics, the weight of every word sounded like a confession. ~Cover my eyes Cover my ears Tell me these words are a lie It cant be true That I'm losing you

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

She happily took a makeup brush and began to apply makeup to herself, all the while singing a tune. "🎤I'm so beautiful, I'm so beautiful, I'm so beautiful, la la la~🔊" Unbeknownst to her, John stood by the bathroom door, watching her one-woman performance through the slightly ajar door. Normally calm and collected, John's face cracked into a smile. Inside the bathroom, Diana remained blissfully unaware of what had just happened, merrily altering the lyrics and singing with enchanting charm. "🎤I'm the bud in the cold winter, the beauty that stirs the spring water, an angelic grace, the beloved wife of John~🔊"

I only smiled faintly, shrugging as the bartender slid another glass toward me, and though I stared at it weirdly, planning to turn it down, somehow my hand still curled around the cup. This time, I sipped slowly, feeling the edges of the room start to blur and the voices melt into one endless hum while my head felt light yet I still tried to stay in control, but deep down all I wanted was to join them on stage, to dance my heart out, to let everything go ...the pain, the memories, the weight pressing on my chest. I wanted to grab some stranger and dance until I forgot who I was, maybe even do something worse. Jane’s phone suddenly rang, slicing through the moment, and I watched her lift it

Nikki whined. “Girl, please, don’t pull that card on me.” I shook my head knowing that I’ve already changed my pillow three times because it got really fucking wet. “You know I’ve cried more than you this past week. You ain’t got nothing on me, baby. I’m dried out. I guess I’m going to quote Ariana Grande and say ‘I’ve got no tears left to cry’.” “Ooooohhhhhh!!” Jane started imitating the way Ariana Grande does her voice and it’s not that cute. She sounded like a Janis Joplin on crack.

"Well, you should thank your stars you agreed because if you didn't, you will be on your way to hell. In simpler words, you will be getting your bags prepared to leave this place for good." Jane turned and faced me. I froze as if she was going to pounce on me. "It is time to go, Perer. We are done taking embarrassment from an ingrate," she said. I followed her as she stepped out of the restaurant. * When I came to the sitting room in the night, Jane was playing a popular track by an upcoming artiste at a deafening volume. She was dancing alone, swinging her hips to the left then returning it back to the right. She danced as if she was heavily drunk when she wasn't. I didn't understand how im

"I'm sorry," I stand up and turn around with my hands placed behind my back. "You're only doing your job." I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head as I remember back to that night. After Amar had left the room with everyone following him, I turned back around to look at Mr Diamandis and I made the wrong choice to take a closer look at the tattoo on his left hand. Through a sea of dark colours and bad inked artwork read the lines to the nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to me. She had an endearing and occasionally vexing tendency of humming it incessantly wherever she went.

They were all loud, and she was the somewhat quiet one. “There he is, Yza. Maybe you can take the back seat, and I’ll take the passenger’s seat. Ayiii!” Jane teased, blushing. Yza couldn’t help but smile, but it faded when she saw DJ standing meters away from them. He stood in a somewhat unnoticed spot near the Registrar’s office, looking at her with a face full of sadness. He appeared tired but undeniably handsome, pockets filled, indicating he just came from work, still wearing slacks.

As they vanished through the hospital doors, and I was on the verge of passing out from the pain, I collapsed into a warm, fragrant embrace. "Idiot! You can't let anything happen to you!"