Sunday, 23 March 2008
06:16:28 AM (GMT)
Once upon a time, there was a little baby girl (let's give her the name Jane).
Jane, when born, was never liked, though even though she was smart, pritty, kind, and
caring. Even her parents didn't want her, they wanted her to be a boy, not a girl.
A year later and a couple month her brother was born (let's call him Mathew). They
enjoyed Mathew more that Jane, because he would carry on the last name. Fortunatly,
Jane had something that very few had and could master, she had imagination. Her
imaganation was so strong she could make the worst of nightmares disapear. She was
always forced to do work, and Mathew got to spend his days free with his friends.
Her little brother always needed help on his home, eventually she was doing his
homework for him. She usually never had time for herself to relax during the day,
untill night came, she worked dawn till dusk. For years she worked under the order
of her wicked parents. She thought alot about running away, but some how through all
the hate, she loved them, even if the did not return it. Jane's best friend was a
cat that she loved more than anything. Each night she would cry about how the day
went. Each day she would wait for something to happen. Each day she waited for
night to fall so she could see him. The wish she wished to fined. Her prince
charming. But of course she lived in our world where fairy tales don't come true,
but it never stopped her from believing that he was out there, somewhere.