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Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Jane's little bio,

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Chapter 2

Sleeping beneath the window as the dim light from the sun is sparkling over Janet, she then lies there dreaming with her eyes wide open   her pale white skin looked just as she has seen a ghost, she was thinking how will she tell her life story  or better yet what to tell and what not to tell the journalist .
her eyes looked weary like she doesn't sleep much , like something keeps her up at night.
finally the moment came when the journalist Alex came . Alex was a good girl with a lot of potential  to do amazing things which of course  reminded Janet of her younger self . Janet now just at the age of 35 thinks shes old enough to die.. but why? is it because of her illness of because of all the hardship and madness she's been through all her life?
She wanted Alex to have a wonderful career as one of the youngest  journalist who have been the voice of many Alex was only 19 years old and a student in  journalism at NYU . Alex asks " So Miss Janet how did you come so far in life? And why did you choose me to write about you,  I mean it's an honor to write your biography while no reporter in the world even gets two minutes of interview with you, but still m i lucky or is it because you and my mother are old friends?  "  with a grin on her face Janet replies " I thought you were a journalist not a detective.. " Alex now feeling a bit embarrassed  with little red cheeks says " I'm sorry ma'am i didn't meant to  sound like that but when you are a journalist you gotta have a little detective in you , you know"
so shall we start ?
"My name is Janet Davis, and I am from Accord which is a hamlet in Ulster County, I went to Rondout Valley Central School District  I  was born there, i had a older sister  to whom i was nothing but a toy that she used to play with expect it was alive and a set of  quarreling parents to whom i was i mistake they had made but well, it is life you can't undo it.. we were not poor nor we were rich , we just was some where in between. Growing up i knew that money is the only think that mattered to my parents and fame was the only thing that mattered to my sister and to me the only thing that mattered was being with Owen Jackson, he was the high school heart throb and lived 5 blocks away from me i liked him since kindergarten ... "
Alex interrupting , "Wait wait wait whats your date of birth? "
Janet with one eye brow lift says, "excuse me?"
Alex: "Oh! i don't mean no disrespect or anything but you know for the biography.."
Janet: "yes i know i was born on the 2nd of March."
Alex: " Wow! that's cool i was born on 2 March as well"
Janet:"Well life is full of mysteries ain't it?"
Alex:"Yeah, so where were we?"
Janet: " i was telling you about my history... So Owen was the guy who i never had the guts to go and talk to , but no worries i might not have much friend but i had my best friend Jake Wilson  with me for me that was quite enough Jake was my neighbor  so we have always been together before  kindergarten in  kindergarten to high school with him around i knew nothing wrong could happen to me..  sigh... growing up i had to wore my sister"s old and used clothes as my parents thought buying me clothes was pretty much a waste of money they always said" get out of the house and go earn money you weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth!" while on the other hand my elder sister Janice got everything she asked for.. weird isn't it but at that time it was OK to me .. when i started high school i also started working night shift in the dinner close by the tip money was all that i would save the rest I'd give it to my parents which they either spend on Janice or their own 
addictions .. everything was fine when until one day Jake dad got a job in the city and they had to move their, we were in the junior year and i thought that we were gonna graduate together and go to the city together and work and have fun and all but he was leaving i loved him so much if only he would have stayed... but what i didn't knew then was that what was about to happen something that would tore me apart from life itself...."
Janet: " I think that's enough for today  you should go home now"

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

Mother Teresa


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