“Janie’s Diary”

Chapter 1:

The morning sunlight shown down through the window. Basking sixteen-year-old Janie Mercy in a comforting blanket of warmth. Janie had light brown hair and big beautiful dark green eyes.

She rolled over, giving a soft moan as she began to stir from her sleep. She had been having such a good dream; about a good life, a different life, a life far away from this hell-hole.

The loud screech of her mother’s voice made her flinch. “Janie! Get up! It’s time for school! Get up now or you’ll be late!”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard yet.” Janie mumbled as she slowly crawled out of bed and began to get ready for school.

She opened her closet and stared blankly at her clothes, not quite awake yet.

She grabbed a black T-shirt and black pants. It didn’t matter to her what she wore, the kids at her school didn’t really accept her anyway.

Her entire life she had been shunned, neglected, never quite accepted. It really didn’t matter to her, as long as she had her diary.

She glanced quickly at the clock as she pulled her T-shirt over her head; there was time enough to write another passage in her treasured book full of her most private thoughts. Everything she had ever felt was written in this all important diary.

She opened it and began to write on the first blank page she saw.

“Dear Diary,

Well, here I am again, beginning yet another agonizing day of torment. I really hate my life; I have no friends, a dictator for a mother, and no one really likes me. Writing in you is the only thing that brings me happiness. But to tell you the truth, I have a feeling that something is going to happen to me soon. Something that will change my life forever.”

She finished writing and closed her diary, sliding it into her school bag, she heard her mother shriek again, “Janie! If I have to come up there…“

“Shut up woman!” Janie thought to herself angrily. Her head was beginning to throb painfully. “God, she gives me such a headache.”

Suddenly, she found herself standing behind her mother downstairs!

“How did I-?” she wondered.

“JANIE!” Her mother bellowed up the stairs.

“What!?” Janie said, “I’m right here!”

Janie’s mother whirled around in surprise. She didn’t stop to think how her daughter had some how gotten down stairs without her seeing. She just screamed at Janie, “How dare you frighten me like that! Get out of here! Now! Before you miss the bus!”

Janie scowled as she walked out the door, and watched for the bus.

Later while on the bus, she took out her diary and began to write;

“My mother, always yelling and yelling! Sometimes I wish I was adopted. She treats me like everything is my entire fault. Like it was my fault that Dad left mom when she was pregnant with me. I wish she would just shut up! It’s not like my life is any better.”

She stopped writing as she felt something hit the back of her head. “Idiots” she thought angrily at the jerks who rode her bus.

Later that day, Janie was sitting in her 3rd hour math class. She never really liked math. And her math teacher, Mr. Higgins, wasn’t among her top favorites either. Mr. Higgins was a stuck-up, snobbish, 40 year-old man with a broad, stern face. His eyes were hard and cold. He had a moustache that kind of twitched when he was angry.

Mr. Higgins never really disliked most of his students, but it seemed to Janie that he disliked her. In fact, she thought that he actually hated her. She sat in her desk, just zoning out. She really didn’t care about the class. She took out her diary and began writing;

“Mr. Higgins is a real jerk! What a stupid dic…

Her writing trailed off the page, as the book was suddenly pulled out from underneath her pen. It took her a second or two to realize that she was writing on the desk.

She looked up slowly into the hated face of Mr. Higgins. He had an almost gleeful look on his face, as if he was enjoying what he had just discovered.

Janie made a grab for the diary, but Mr. Higgins pulled it away out of her grasp. “Well, well,” He said with a smug grin on his face, “What is this? It doesn’t look like math.”

She glared at him, her eyes almost wanting to burn a hole right through him.

“There seems to be quite a lot of things written in here. Quite a few things are very unflattering.” He said. “I’ll give you flattering.” She mumbled to herself.

“My, my, such disrespect to your teachers and fellow students.” He muttered, as he walked to the front of the classroom.

To Janie’s horror, he began to read several passages of her diary, out loud.

Several students laughed at Janie’s humiliation, a few of them glared at her with intimidating looks. Even so, Janie could only helplessly watch, as the deepest and most private thoughts of her life were simultaneously being read out-loud. It was almost like exposing herself to the entire world.

There was nothing she could do about it. She glared at Mr. Higgins with deep hatred beneath her eyes.

There was nothing she could do… the thought rolled over and over in her mind, taunting her and building up pressure within her like a decent sized hurricane or tropical storm. She clenched her fists in anger, as she narrowed her eyes upon her hated math teacher.

There was nothing she could do…

She became increasingly madder with each separate passage.

There was nothing she could do…

She focused her eyes upon her beloved diary. If she could only get it back. If she could only tear it from his filthy grip, just rip it right out of his very hands…

There was nothing she could do…

She felt a sharp blast inside her head. She grabbed her skull in frustration and pain, squeezing her eyes tight. When she opened them, she was no longer in her desk, nor was she in the back of the room.

She was standing by the door; the doorknob gripped tightly in the other. She froze, how in the hell did she get up here? Not to mention;

How did she get the diary?

She slowly turned around to face the wide-eyed shocked faces of the entire class.

Without another word, Janie whirled around, and bolted out of the room. Leaving behind her, the entire classroom shocked and bewildered. As she ran down the long hallway corridor towards the exit, she couldn’t help thinking; “What in the world is happening to me?”