JessicaW

Dear Diary,

Since this is the first time I’ve ever wrote to you, I might as well tell you a little about myself. My name is Jane Constance Valentine. I have, according to my mother, eyes the color of the sky and long off-white-blonde hair. I am sixteen and unmarried. I have two older siblings, Daniel (19) and Sidney (17). My favorite colors are red and blue which I tend to wear often. I like to sing, dance, paint, and practice my skills with a blade.

As you might have guessed, my family is insanely wealthy. I live in a ridiculously large mansion with large fields of crops to match. It just so happens to be that the Valentine House is famous for being the best blacksmiths in England and even the best in the world. No weapon is even comparable to ours. None can even reach our level.

So now that you know a little bit about me, I can tell you about today.

Today has probably been one of the worse days of my life which is why I feel the need to right this. I feel like I need to give it substance so I can throw it away like I usually do with everything else I hate. Since I like to save on paper I will skip past my morning to where things began to turn for the worse.

At around midday after lunch I went to my music room in the back of our house to practice my scales with our piano. The room is located on the second floor in the back of the house with a window that overlooks a tall apple tree. In tree lives the creature known to us as Cybil. Cybil is, in my opinion, an insane girl who is too obsessed with trees and needs to go back to her family where she belongs.

Anyways as I was singing my scales and slowly swaying to the rhythm I happened to glance outside. And what do I see? Cybil gathering rocks in her tree. I being the stupidest person in the household including the servants walk right over to the window and knock on it. Big mistake.

Cybil quietly looks up at me and then in the creepiest, strangest, shiver inducing way possible, smiles at me. She then picks up a rock and proceeds to through it at the window.

I, being the sane only sane one in this situation, jump to the side to dodge it. Then everything became a blur. I can’t remember it all entirely but I only remember what the servant who brought me to my chamber told me.

The rock had completely shattered the window leaving glass all around where I laid with blood coming out of my head. My head was bleeding because when I had dodged the rock I had jumped right into the piano and hit my head.

So I spent the rest of my day cooped up like a hen in my chamber while my lovely sister came and took care of me and my darling brother laughed and made jokes about my intellect all day long. I was also told about my sister’s encounter with Cybil in the cellar who was helping herself to all of our perry. This happens to be my favorite beverage.

After dinner that day my family and I wear supposed to make a trip to the theatre to see one of my favorite plays by William Shakespeare. But due to my injury everyone in my family went except me and I was left to the servants and the thought of Cybil outside my house happily drinking all of the perry.

Since my head is beginning to throb and my candle is really low I am going to stop writing and go and rest like a good girl. If I don’t get enough sleep I won’t be well enough when my tutor comes around which would anger my mother greatly. Maybe I’ll make some tea for her. Thanks for listening to me ramble on and on about my day. Good night!

Jane C. Valentine