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“Hurry now, Jane. You don’t have long left.” Padgett added, “Jane…look at me. Properly. Take a minute.” /Get underneath where Padgett is!/ Sybil barked as we slowly shuffled. I kept going until through the slivers of floorboard. I saw the pale green eyes of Jane, red-rimmed with tears. Her plaits had gone, just a huge, wonderfully bouncy mess of blonde waves replacing it. She was almost looking at me, not quite. /She’s looking at Padgett. Make her realise you are here, push your face up to the floorboard/

"Are you going to the party?" I answered, "Yes but i'm not going anywhere near party games." He laughed at me and we went inside to our seats, playfully joking before class started. Jane Eyre was the pick of the day; it was a gothic romance and I couldn't stop myself from laughing when Jason rolled his eyes at the book, saying it was corny. I couldn't focus because he was constantly making me laugh with his critical remarks. Throughout the day, I didn't see Jen. I decided to go to the cheer room and pop up on her. of course, she was getting her things together and putting them back into her bag.

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

Asher says and Dani nods. “Oh, so do I. Jane Eyre is one of my favorite books. There was another famous sister, Anne. I read her book The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall. I liked it okay, but I much prefer Jane Eyre. A lot of what happened in that book is reflections of what actually happened to Charlotte in real life.” Dani tells him. He just looks down at her and she blushes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fan girl over them. I know most people find it boring when I go on about stuff like this.” Dani does not want to bore him or make him think that she is some kind of nerd.

Not that she worried about this too much because she knew that it is because of their gender barrier. As the time passed by, Lance felt like he could not bear the silence between them. So, he spoke again and suggested, “Can I turn on the radio?” When Jane heard that, she also thought that it was a great idea. “Oh sure, Sir. No problem.” While driving, Yel pressed the screen on his car and played his favorite playlist on Spot*fy. Then, Ed Sheeran’s “Visiting Hours” played. “I wish that Heaven had visiting hours So I could just show up and bring the news

And then she came back, and reluctantly had said he can go out in the backyard for a while. So I have been sitting here alone with four books laying next to me, all the books that I have read, and finished in the last week. I had pulled Jane Eyre from another fancy glass case not giving a second thought if he had something to say about it when he found out. The binding is so old, and worn making it more beautiful than any other, cheap, paperback copy you would find in a bookstore. I couldn’t resist feeling all the intricate flowery looking designs, on the brown colored cover of the book, and turning the yellow colored pages getting a whiff of that wonderful old book smell. It’s a first editi

She clasped her hands behind her back, fixed her eyes somewhere on the ceiling, and let loose her usual torrent of words. "I read a wonderful book called, Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë. It was written in 1847, but the characters in the book are so real that you feel as if they're living today. When I read this book, I felt as if I were Jane Eyre, a lonely, friendless orphan girl sent away to a cold, cruel boarding school where all the other girls despise her."

I knew who it was from the second I saw it, my heart did a traitorous flip as I carried it upstairs, glancing over my shoulder like Mirabel might appear at any moment. I slipped into our room, locked the door, and tore it open on my bed. Inside was a small wooden box. Nestled in velvet lay a rare first-edition copy of Jane Eyre, the cover worn but beautiful, it pages edged in gold. My breath caught. I’d mentioned it once during the holidays, of how it was my ultimate book boyfriend fantasy in physical form. Rhys had remembered. I opened it carefully. Tucked inside the front cover was a handwritten note on heavy cream paper, his strong, decisive script unmistakable.

It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling. Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled. “It is English,” she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. “But… this is strange.” Sammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. “Does it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.” Jane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared her throat and started reading from the beginning, her voice steady, analytical, stripping emotion away as if that would make

After long gaze at the mirror,she finally concluded she was ready! "Zoey!....Your man is here!" Jane's abrupt voice jerked her back to reality. She stepped out of the bathroom rolling her eyes at her friend's sarcastic nature. But Jane simply shrugged,returning to her bed to dive into her Telenovela soap operas she was watching on her laptop.