01 | Reader, I Hated This
Reader, I hated this. It was more so of a loathing type of hate. The reason being is because my school, Enden High, decided to read Charlotte Brontë’s classic, Jane Eyre.
Never have I hated something so much that made me feel so mad, until now. See, while we were reading Jane Eyre, everyone immediately took notice of my name. My name being Rochenne Hester. Combine that name all together and you get the name of an abusive guy known as Mr. Rochester himself!
Ever since the name got combined, many girls from school have come up to me, asking me to do things and say stuff. I usually just say quotes and all from the book.
One’s such as: “How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? Tomorrow, I fear I shall find her no more.” and that’s when they get quite squealing about it.
But I think I should let people know, that I am NOT Mr. Rochester!
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“Mom, that’s the tenth time you’ve watched Jane Eyre this week!” I was drinking my bottle of water as I took notice of my own mom, sitting on the couch in the living room watching Jane Eyre. More specifically, the one will Michael Fassbender in it.
Now it makes sense as to why she’s single.
My mom looked at me, her brown hair in a ponytail and she grinned. “I’m sorry sweetie, but I’m watching it as a bit of a study guide!”
“Study guide?” Just what the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Yep!” She got up from the couch and walked on over to me. “You see, I’m currently in a book club with a group of very lovely ladies, and we are currently reading Jane Eyre plus talking about things related to the book.”
“Isn’t that a bit obsessive?”
“No, it’s not. Plus, it’s not like I’m a teenage girl with posters of Michael Fassbender hanging all over my room.” My mom chuckled a bit.
“Right, I apologize. Look, I’m going to go hang out with some friends today, if that’s alright with you.” I moved past my mom and started to head on over to the door.
“Okay, bye sweetie!” My mom blew me a kiss as she went back over onto the couch and sat down, watching the film.
“Yeah! you too….” My voice went quiet as I opened the door and headed outside.
I was walking on the sidewalk and I took notice of some people running up to me. I instantly recognized all three of them: Lizbeth Tilly, my best from who’s originally from England and is really into classic books. Cal O’hara, a guy who’s really into sports and does plate balancing from time to time. Finally, Anetta Pixton, the girl who I have had a crush on for a while. I told my true feelings to Anetta once, but I got friendzoned because of it. It’s unknown as to whether or not she even likes me back.
“I was wondering where you guys were!” I walked on over to see them, being quite happy.
“Well, we didn’t know you would be here! Walking to the park?” Cal pushed his blonde hair out of the way to look at me.
“Yeah. I am, if you don’t mind coming.” They all agreed to my statement as the four of us started walking over to the park.
While we were walking on the sidewalk, I felt angry but also sad at the same time. I still didn’t like how my name was being refered to as Mr. Rochester all the time.
“Hey Rochenne, you okay? You look down in the dumps.” I looked to see Cal asking me the question.
“Well, it’s just that, ever since we read Jane Eyre in school, many people have been referring me as Mr. Rochester.” I explained.
Lizbeth rolled her eyes. “Was it because of that name combination thing that happened?”
“Yep. And so the girls all fangirl over Mr. Rochester, and they think that I’m him. I mean, no offense, but my name combined to represent an abusive jerk is not the way that I want to go.” I stated.
Anetta chimed in. “I mean, it can’t be that bad-”
I interrupted. “My mom is in a book club where they are currently reading Jane Eyre, and she’s watched the movie ten times this week.”
“Okay, that’s kind of bad. By the way,” Lizbeth took out her phone and went to the notes app. “which Jane Eyre movie is it?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, “The one with Michael Fassbender in it. It came out in 2011.”
“Hey guys, we’re here!” Cal stated as we stopped in our tracks. We then all happily ran towards the park and played onto some of the equipment.
It felt nostalgic and beautiful. I was swinging onto the swings, until a girl came over and sat by me. She looked to be about my age, so I just gave a hello.
It was then that she replied, “Good day, Mr. Rochester.”
You have got to be kidding me.
