An eccentric young lady who has had it very easy in life except for a few bumps in the road. Her birthdays are not something that is looked forward upon and a mischievous older brother has turned her writing into accomplishments and planned her pathway to follow her dreams. A step into an eighteen year old’s past, present, and aspirations who is addicted to getting tattoos. A bit naive to ever understand the wise at its peak.
Her birthday is the same as Abraham Lincoln’s on February 12th. In 2001, her grandmother had taken the shift off at the waffle house to attend a precious little girls birthday party the day before her actual birthday on a Sunday. The party had ended and the cleaning up was a priority, when three guys pushed themselves into the small trailer home and shot her grandfather in the back and when her grandmother went to check on the commotion out in the front of the house, she was stabbed and murdered. Lane’s mother then had to deal with traumatizing experience of cleaning her mother’s blood of the walls. Birthdays weren’t particularly celebrated any longer. This might have curved the pathway to a few years later when her older brother began to rebel, pulling weapons out on his parents and running away from home. He was never around, not to see her grow into a young woman, not to see her blossom, or even graduate from high school. Drugs and other forms that he was in pursuit of to take away the pain no longer took the edge off. Her older brother was no longer her older brother when she had to take care of herself and grow up when her parents worked relentless hours and no one else was going to be around except for a golden retriever.
Her retriever was her best friend due to the fact that moving around and changing schools made it difficult to make friends and get attached to people who you knew would only be in your life for a couple of months. Mobile, Alabama, Loxley, Alabama, Smyrna Tennessee, Hendersonville, Tennessee, Mobile, Alabama(again in a different area), and Houston, Texas. At first, Houston was a dreadful place, Lane wore black everyday and always had her hair in front of her face and was happy being casted into the shadows at Alief Hastings High School. One of the most diverse schools in Houston which only had 9 white kids including her by the graduating year of 2016. This is the place where she begins to write down her thoughts and feelings into what some people call beautiful, it was poetry. The twist and turns of a nobody was beautiful and had 6 different publications of her poems.
She has chosen the path to be an educator of high school, until she accumulates enough money to go back for her masters to be a college professor. She continues to write and produce poems for publication and will later write a few books that are both fictional and nonfictional. As Thomas Edison once said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
