Diary Of Jane Meaning Novels & Stories

Marissa asked. Jade shook her head. She was too wrapped up in what she was reading to respond to her. The more intently she searched, the more her name started to stand out amongst all the jumbled words. "I think it's a diary," she finally mumbled before taking out her phone. Jade flipped back to the beginning of the journal and focused the lens onto the page. The shutter of the camera resonated throughout the room.

exclaimed Jane, trying to free herself. I let her go immediately, stepping back. "And now, Jane? How do we go on from here?" I asked, angrily. "We don't," replied Jane, trying to show coldness. She tried to show coldness with her gaze, but her eyes were filled with tears. "Look, Daon has told me enough about you to know that you're the type who hooks up and doesn't get attached, the type who is with a different girl every day and then doesn't even remember their names. Isn't that right?" said Jane, with a cold voice.

She was one popular girl. It was a normal teenage girl's room. I wished to change anything about it. It made me feel my mother's presence. I came across some of her diaries that she kept. I don't know if she forgot about them or if she decided to leave them here. I have been debating with myself if I should read them or not. I wanted to but it felt like I would be invading her privacy. It would be intruding on her thoughts that she couldn't share with anyone. A dairy is really personal. I don't keep onw because I don't want anyone getting a chance tu intrude on my thoughts.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

As she minimized an app, a message popped up from Diego: "Hope you are prepared for the press conference?" Jane frowned. She couldn’t recall being told about any press conference. Ever since waking up, it felt as though fragments of her past had been left behind. Explain to me why I'm still forgetting things like this, she thought. She quickly texted back, "Okay, when should I leave the office?" The word "office" was new to her—once, Jane had been just a housewife, but now she sat behind her own desk, attempting to live a life that felt both foreign and empowering. Just as she was beginning to relax, her phone beeped again. This time it was Dante:

Naomi’s. My gut tightened. If it was here, she wasn’t. That meant trouble. I grabbed it, shoved it into my pocket, eyes already scanning the room for anything else useful. Then I spotted a leather-bound diary tossed on the bed. Maria’s handwriting carved across the cover in firm strokes. I flipped it open without thinking. Pages crammed with her thoughts, sharp and unfiltered: Pages filled with her thoughts. Words about me. "Darian’s eyes cut through me, making me feel alive."

Weight, I didn’t know I still held. I didn’t know if I was crying from grief or freedom. No more pain. No more fear. Just this. Finally, I found my way out. * * * DANTE The worn cover of her journal rested beneath my fingers, familiar now. Frustration simmered beneath my skin, but curiosity edged it out. The file had held only cold facts. The truth lived here, in these pages. The diary bled poetry and pain. Dreams she’d buried. Lyrics born from loneliness.

I shook my head and give in to the battle inside of my head. If the diary bring chaos then I am willing to dive into it just to know what is inside. The date appeared to be 8 years ago, and I was just a teen when this diary was written. A beautiful cursive stroke of name was plastered at the left side of the leather opening as if the owner intended to do so to emphasize that it was owned by a woman. I hitched my breath when I read the name of the late senator. Antonniete Maricriz Smure, even her name sounded so elegant and beautiful. I caress the carve and realize how old this diary is.

Diana The next three days flew by so fast that I was left wondering if the person controlling time had it in for me. Jane had returned to school to the delight of Penelope, who had missed her and had been worried she was missing. Jane didn't want Martin to know about her pregnancy, so we had to cook up a story about her being depressed because she was unable to perform like she used, to which was partially true. Martin had been so concerned that I felt bad for lying to him, but we could not tell him the truth, especially now that the father of the baby was close by.

Jane I blinked, trying to process his words but I couldn't make sense of it. My heartbeat escalated, "I don't understand." This was his chance to laugh and play it off and say it was nothing but a joke but he wore that smile again, the one where you coild tell that there was definitely something wrong.