subject: Janna's Dream Life [print this page] Janna finished her chores and went to her bedroom. Little by little, she packed her suitcase and pushed it back under the bed. She did not want Zia to notice anything to stop her from leaving. She got into her bed and turned off the light. She begins to think of what life will be once she reached New York. The glamour, glitter, and fame is what she always wanted. She knew it would be hard work but she was willing to pay the price. After all, her parents had always been the greatest in the world until they asked her to leave home. She knew it was their strange way of saying, I love you but they seem to expect others to return to her the generosity and gracious they so willing give, in the community. Mother, knows all the keys to success. She never tells me anything, instead, she showers me with artful beauty most people desire but she never showers "know how". In Oregon, people have to be "in the know" to get help and unfortunate for me, I lack in charm, grace, and beauty, to appeal for acceptance. Once I get to New York, I am sure someone will like me for me. I am tired of hearing, you need to gain weight, your breasts are too small and where is you butt. The ultimate, if you had intelligence you would get somewhere, but not one person is willing to help me do anything but stay stupid and destitute, especially Zia. For all I do for myself, I have come to learn that you can never achieve beyond the scope of your own knowledge without help or assistance. The only thing worse than that is to have a significant amount of intelligence, when being told constantly that you don't have what it takes to get ahead. Janna rolled on her side to begin silent meditation and prayer to remove the negative clutter from her mind. She wished for a better life anywhere far away from Oregon, the life she desperately wants to dissipate. After a long meditation, Janna pulled down the shade to block the glaring moonlight; closed her eyes and went to sleep.
