The Secrets Out

Sleeping at night has been very difficult; the creaky floor board outside my door should be replaced.  Last night I got up out of bed to tell the maid to stop walking around at night to find a strange figure, she had long dark hair that was tangled and ratted; she was wearing a gown that could a pristine white if it wasn’t for the dirt that hung to the skirt. She wasn’t wearing a maid’s outfit so I knew that she wasn’t. I got frightened and ran back up stairs and hugged myself to sleep.

The next morning I heard people whispering, nobody would tell me anything. The maids dare to hide secrets from me! I dragged one of the kitchen maids aside and questioned her, I then found out that there is someone living in the basement of the house and her name is Bertha. She is the wife of Mr Rochester and he thought that if he could keep this dirty little secret, he could still get away with marrying another woman.  I always knew there was someone else living here, the whispers in the night and the crashes caused by thin air. How could Mr Rochester do this to Jane? Maybe this is why she ran away! Oh, how I wish she could come home and be with us again.

Please Come Home

Dear Jane,

If you see this, I just want to say I miss you and need you back home. I woke up this morning and the maids told me you had disappeared. The house feels silent and empty without you, Mr Rochester has locked himself in his room and refuses to ome out and talk, even to me. No one dares to make a noise, the silence is so loud it's suffocating. I miss our lessons together and how you and I can talk about anything. It was only yesterday that we were having breakfast and painting together and laughing as we discussed the stories behind the figures in the paint. What could have happened to make you leave us? Was it me? If so I am so sorry and i wish for you to come home.

New Dress

Today Mr Rochester is coming home. I am so happy, I haven't seen him in months. It's nice to have someone I know around, all the maids have been fluttering around preparing for his arrival, it is all making me very flustered. He has been away for so long and I miss his warm company, he is so kind to me and i know how generous he has been. I am hoping, like the gentlemen Mr Rochester is, that he has bought me a gift! It would only be polite! I am hoping for a new dress, to my preference pink! I can't wait for him to get here. Oh, he is arriving now! I see a carriage!

He is finally home! Mr Edward gave me the biggest hug and I told him I missed him. Guess what! He presented me with his gift! A brand new pink dress with floral emboidery and a lace trim, just like I wished for. He really is my guardian angel.

Meeting Jane

This week was my first week with Jane. She is a wonderful teacher, and knows French like Mr Rochester does, so I don’t always have to speak this English I do not understand! Jane knows much of the world. She can draw and paint very well, and plays piano a little better than the servant girl downstairs, but not nearly as good as Mama! However, she is a very good teacher, patient and gives time for me to understand, because I do not always understand.  Have never liked lessons very much, Jane’s are a little more interesting. Honestly, I would rather play all day than learn about the world (Geography I think they call it?), but Miss Eyre is a wonderful teacher and I like her very much.

Moving Abroad

   Today I left my beautiful Paris and the place where Mama and I had lived and set sail for my new home in the equally as beautiful English countryside. I will be living with Mr Edward Rochester who I have already met and was very nice. He and Mama were very close, she had told me. When she was close to passing, she held me tight and whispered, "Trust Edward, he is your family". I still don't know what that means. Does it mean that he will be my new family? I don't honestly know.

The boat is creaky and sways side to side; if I had if I hadn't been so used to discomfort I would have had a very terrible time. I am planning to meet Edward at the docks and he will take me to my new home.

I am nervous for my arrival; this new place will be strange to me. Part of me wishes to be back with my dear Mama, but I know I must be brave.