Diary Of Jane Lyrics Novels & Stories

Jane My head felt heavy and I groaned, placing a hand lightly on my head. Diana was calling my name repeatedly, her concern for me bleeding into her voice. I tried to open my eyes immediately, but the lights were too bright, so I was forced to pry them open slowly. When I did, the view remained the same. The ever-familiar pitch-black hair and ocean blue eyes, double chin and goatee had my eyes narrowing. He was looking back at me and I saw concern and surprise in his features. I didn't get to look at him more because Penelope and Diana filled my vision. I sat up slowly with their help.

As Jane approached the stage, the music was already playing in the background. A smile spread across her face as she started to sing, "Once upon a time, people would start harvesting in April, lying on the high grain piles and laughing..." Suddenly, Patti stared at Jane seriously, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were filled with surprise. Joaquin, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be in disbelief. She turned to Patti and smiled knowingly before looking away and continuing to listen to the song.

Dylan walked up and patted Jonathan on the back “Hey congrats man!” Elleanna smiled and then slipped away from Jonathan’s arms to go to her office to get work done. She turned on some music on to help her get through the work left to be done. She sang along “oooh…yeah-yeah-yeah….you can be the peanut butter to my jelly…you can be the butterflies I feel in my belly…you can be the captain and I can be your first mate…you can be the chills that I feel on our first date….you can be the hero and I can be your side-kick…you can be the tear that I cry if we ever split…you can be the rain from the cloud when it’s stormin’…or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin’….don’t know if I could ev

How could he be the same man who sang off-key love songs on the phone, coaxed me to sleep, and sent me five hundred dollars so I could take a taxi instead of the subway? "Nova Grayson, you look like a dead goldfish. Take it easy this afternoon and lie down," Jeremiah Stone said, trying to pat my head. I recoiled instinctively, glancing past him to see Yoel standing there like a living ice sculpture, whose gaze held me frozen in place. "Jerry, I still need to revise the plan. Mr. Gilmore hasn't finished giving his feedback," I said, struggling through the dryness in my throat. Jeremiah didn't pick up on it.

James was sitting in the dark living room, the glow of his cigarette flickering faintly. Seeing me enter, he jerked his head up, exhaustion written all over his face. He rushed over and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Babe, where have you been?" Then, realizing I couldn't hear him, he let go and signed, "I've been calling and texting you all day. Why didn't you answer?" I glanced at my phone and replied coldly, "Battery died, so it was off." He let out a sigh of relief. "I thought I did something to upset you."

Then I pulled out my phone. Not to check Daniel’s messages. Not to look at anything he was doing. Instead, I opened my notes app and started a list. 1. Find a sewing machine. 2. Call Sarah. 3. Choose a name for the baby. 4. Never apologize for taking up space again. My fingers hovered for a second before I locked the screen. The train lurched forward. I leaned back, exhaling slowly as the platform began to slide away. I was thirty years old, pregnant, and essentially homeless.

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

I fired, enough of her tantrum. “You have a sharp mouth for someone who lost the bet and is no longer a student after this dinner.” “At least let me enjoy the moment now,” I said back. I told the DJ to play “The day I will see you”, one of King’s songs. The song was filled with emotions like he was yearning for something. “Searched all the cities Searched everywhere Even held parties You were never there The day I will see you Never letting you go Gonna hug you tighter

“Thank you for freeing my father from a failed marriage. Thank you for taking care of me all these years.” “Thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” “Please allow me to call you Mom.” After she finished, the woman pulled her up and embraced her. Victor stepped forward as well. The three of them hugged, looking like the perfect family. I stood below the stage like a joke. It felt as if my heart were being sliced open with a blade. Even now, the scenes of my past life remain painfully vivid. I couldn’t help but look at Lily with pure disgust.

And something inside me grew still and cold. As the days passed, my visa was finally expedited and approved.