Time for Change

still monday, february XXX, 2008
current mood: i just woke up. i have no mood.
current music: miracle, by paramore
quote of the day: same as it was at 2AM this morning, losers.


jane grew up the way any of your basic little girls would. her friends were the future cheerleaders and football stars. she would have grown up exactly the same as those kids, if not for a single evening.

in third grade, jane sat watching Cinderella 2 in her school library, preferring the calmness there to the crazy sockhop in the gym. jane's mother was walking around the school, and she'd said she'd come back when it was time to take jane's friend home.

when mom came back, something was different. she wasn't focused, she was disoriented. it wasn't until she almost drove into a mailbox without realizing it that jane thought something was more than different. something was wrong. soon, jane's friend's mother's boyfriend [yes i know, that's confusing, but names aren't important until later] was trying so hard to help mom out of the car. he wanted to drive them all home. mom yelled and screamed and kicked, and continued to do so for hours when they got home. boyfriend stayed there, he wanted to keep jane and her brother safe. soon jane's stepdad came home. he called jane's father.

that night jane stayed in her brother's room, crying. the next morning she stayed with her cousin, then the night she stayed with her aunt. after that, she left to live with her dad.