Introducing Jane
It’s the year of 1992.
The sun is a deep blood orange as it sets over the horizon, sprawling streams of pure ecstasy across the little town “Aristo” I call home. The air is sweet and fresh with a warm hue to it. The neighborhood kids play in the streets and the birds chirp songishly. As I peer out of the bay window, I marvel in the shimmery aesthetics of the world that I seem to know so little of. In this exact moment I’m content as the warm sunrays kiss my skin, Yet somehow I can not help but to desire something more...Something new and exciting. I’m a very simple girl. I live my life by the book, never really coloring outside of the lines. Straight A’s and a healthy mixture of academic and sports trophies decorate the walls of my home. I come from a loving family. A mother who hosted tea parties and pageants, A father who displays how a man should love his woman and take care of his family. A true darling if I must add. How could I ever be so naive to think that nothing would ever change? That I would never change.
My name is Jane and this is my story.
