Jane

Once there was a girl named Jane. Jane always felt that her parents were uninterested in her. She felt that it was evident even on the day she was born. The day they gave her a name. Jane. How simple. Pretty yet plain. She always felt a more grand name would suit her better. Like Narrissa or Desdemona. But she was Jane. A name in young children's early readers. Four letters. No "i" or "y" to spice it up. No one ever called her Janie or Jayne. She lived her life, made friends and family of her own. At the age of 85 she died in her sleep. There was once a name, Jane, who was a girl.