I'm really trying to be a writer ok so PLEASE GIVE COMMENTS!! I know it's long but this is the .. um fictionalized story of how me and my bf met:
Oh France is such a despicable city, the woman said as she covered the table with a beautiful dark red cloth. I would rather if I had never seen this place and furthermore the people that suits it. She began placing freshly washed plates and glasses on top of the cloth. I know, dearest Ms. Michelle Rose, that there have been many to make you out to be a criminal but myself and Ms. Annabelle have not treated you so. Have we not been your best friends? I believe you just need to meet more of the populous. There came a loud thud on the back door, startling them both. Michelle Rose quickly approached the window, having armed herself with a brass pipe, and peaked out. In silence she walked across the kitchen and opened the door.
A heavy winter gust whipped through the small house, as the guest stepped in, greeting each woman with a kiss. The door shut. The winds out could take the very ghost from you! the guest said as she sat hand ironing out creases from her dress. Well Annabelle, I am happy that you could make it ghost intact. Michelle Rose said, making a play on Annabelles statement. She continued preparing the dinner table in wonder of how her friends positioned her in society. She had come a long ways from the countryside near Italy where she grew from a child. Never living a city life before, Ms. Michelle Rose Black had come into France seeking a way of life. In the country there was nothing, no entertainment, and no new faces. It was quite a boring place, with everyone keeping similar ideas about the world.
As many as she hated for thinking so about herself, those in the country were loud, ruthless, and popularly uncivilized. However, immediately upon her arrival and the learning of her descent, those of the city stereotyped Michelle Rose with sayings of Women of the country are just plain uncivilized. Sitting around and gossiping, many women in the nearby area had come to think of her as outright and a horrid thing. She, admittedly, is bold, outspoken, and willing to work all of which makes her unpopular because it just didnt fit the concept of current female-hood. Men equally ostracized her, though some find her a challenge and wish to tame her. Her name now holds a bad reputation and only a few have befriended her. Two of her very best, Ms. Annabelle Hede and Ms. Victoria Clamitt, dined with her weekly. Though it is obvious the ideas that surround Michelle Rose, they both insist frequently that she should join them in the dances and parties that are put on. Wanting to avoid all contact with those who would bring further hurt to Michelles now secluded life, she dismisses each invite.
Finally the table was set and all three ladies sat in prayer. Michelle silently prayed for a way out of her wretched reputation. The dining began, as the two friends chattered away, Master Emmons said that all of the guys from Lockwood would be present, as well as some from Landors side of town, Annabelle seemed to glide through her speech. I am assuming you speak of yet another wondrous dance, where the ladies shall be whisked away in a fantastic night of pleasure? came the sarcastic and almost disgusted response. Ms. Michelle Rose, this is not a dance like the others. This one truly should be of interest to you Victoria said in between fork fulls of pasta. I highly doubt that you would like to miss the coming of the Prime Minister to our little part of France taking another bite, in hopes of a positive response. Both ladies looked at Michelle Rose and so she pondered a proper response, yet none came.
Well, Annabelle decided to continue, there will be many people there, not just the few close-minded that we seem to run into. As I was saying, there will be plenty of guys from Lockwood Academy, as well as the men that stay in Landor. And I know you have been wide-eyed about a certain young man that stays in Landor, she stopped, stuffing her mouth with the roasted chicken, as to prevent herself from oversaying. Caught off-guard, for that was the boldest thing she had heard any woman in France say, she responded, Well I have not much to say on such things. I would indeed like to view the visit of the Prime Minister, yet I have not to wear nor actions to stand in a dance. Victoria and Annabelle both smiled widely, knowing that this was her way of accepting. Oh, you will not be disappointed Ms. Michelle Rose Victoria said in her excitement, forgetting the once previous delight of her dinner. The three women made plans for the dance, which was to be in 3 days.
Looking up into the skies, the clouds seemed to form the figure of the woman. He stared, trying to make detail arrive; yet none did. Christopher Daniel only dreamed of her, because only once had he seen her in the distance and how strongly the image stuck in his memory. He had considered using his magic to make her his own, but he didnt want a puppet but to feel the voluntary love of a real person. So much had been said about her, he sat pondering this womans person. Could it be a female, unmarried, walks so openly and boldly? Why? How? Even I, one of the most anti-social, most rebellious of these common standards am not so bold as they portray her to be.
Christopher! she says in a near screeching tone, what are you doing!? You should be preparing for the dance. You said you would go! Why arent you preparing!? He, frustrated and unable to speak for his intruding sisters constant questioning, simply rose from his seated position at the window and walked towards his room. With only one thing in mind, he deviously plotted, while her insistent yammerings continued. Christopher! Answer me, for it is better for you to travel with us to the dance tonight. You are so awkward and impassionate, yet there will be many ladies there. Come on!, she began stepping behind him, Someone will liken to you and wish to dance with you, for your new business and grand dowry if nothing else. Ladies from all over France, even up in Stanhover. I know, Annabelle will be there, and she is the most fair misses from Stanhover. By now he was up the stairs and closing his door, while she stand at the bottom she inserted once more, This is your chance to redeem yourself for mother and father! Be ready, dear brother!
Digging out his mystical practices from his hiding place, he realized that she had said ladies from Stanhover would arrive, as well as Annabelle. From his inquiries, he found that Annabelle be one of this dear ladys closest friends. His thoughts distracted him from the curse he wished to cast over his sister. Perhaps she will be there. It is just another worthless event, if I pray chance see her He began preparations.
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Violins, pianos, even flutes all could be heard for a mile outside of the building that this great dance was being held in. Everyone who was anyone was there, from the governor, to the schoolhouse maid. The dance definitely was segregated, having the lower classes in farther rooms from the Prime Minister. Yet everyone was having a joyous time. Michelle Rose stood petrified. I am unsure if my decision was correct, is it too late to elude? Oh, dont be silly Ms. Michelle, we are only a few steps away from the festivities, we cannot turn back now. This hatred reply came from Annabelle, who was dressed in a beautiful flaring light pink dress, and matching wool shawl. With her hair in curls, she would pass as a governess or perhaps even a countess!
Victoria grabbed Michelle Roses hand, knowing the fear that tempted her, and all three ladies walked in stride into the grand building. Smiles and laughter, cheerful singing and dancing were seen from right to left. Michelles heartbeat slowed as she saw the fun that others were having. A very tall man, dressed in dark apparel approached the three, Welcome to the ball ladies, may I take your shawls? Speechless, all three handed over their overcoats to reveal their lovely gowns. Michelle Rose wore one of Victorias old gowns, for she had none of her own and there was no time to sew one. It was a long settled dress, with slim sleeves and matching gloves. The color rested on a cornflower blue, which complimented her dark skin. Her hair was up, in a spiral of curls and waves. Truly she resembled a princess and it was her hope that no one would recognize her.
The three ladies were guided into another prosperous room where many sat, conversing and laughing alike. Those that were dancing seemed contagious to others who watched. Annabelle immediately left their side and began conversing in a circle of other ladies. Michelle smiled at the delight this dance seemed to give the other guests. Come lets sit, Victoria said still holding hands. The women sat and soon were joined by two men, who freely spoke. This isnt so bad she thought to herself. Although soon after such thoughts, Michelle began to notice around the room many of the groups were staring at her and whispering to themselves. Even those who twirled around the room, had fixed eyes on her. It is my paranoia she told herself and resumed interest in her own table. Only a few minutes had passed when Victoria excused them both from the table.
Holding hands once again she lead them off to another room. Oh Ms. Michelle Rose, I am sorry. Those in the room must know and have begun staring and gossiping. I wanted to leave before you noticed. But I had Victoria, I just wanted to ignore it. As soon as these words had left her mouth, a group of women walked passed glaring at Michelle Rose saying to themselves, How vile, to have peasantry in the Prime Ministers presence, and other such things. Michelle stopped in her footsteps, Thank you Victoria for your attempts, but I am not wanted here and I will take my leave. She loosened from Victorias hand and walked in the opposite direction, towards the front exit. Victoria did not know what to reply, for she had once before experienced this situation and knew the pain of rejection that Michelle Rose continuously encountered. She did not try to stop her.
At the front there were more whispers, as she insisted the host to retrieve her shawl. She waited, batting back tears hoping that no one would approach her. Just as the host reappeared with her shawl, another guest arrived and stood near her. In her rush she didnt even look to address him, as what was proper. He looked down at her, for he stood several inches higher, and said My, if such beauty as you is leaving, then the dance must be to an end. Startled and confused, she looked up and saw within his eyes the one for which she had truly come. May I accompany you? It is quite dark. He continued. Finally regaining her thoughts, You must stay here and enjoy yourself, I cannot. She continued to bundle up, for now it had begun snowing.
Christopher! came the most common cry of his sister, What took you so long!? Dont just stand there, I have found Annabelle. He did not move, brainstorming a statement that would lead the lady to stay or at least allow him to accompany her. Ms. Michelle, are you now leaving? We have just arrived. Came the voice of the sweet Annabelle following. Victoria knows the reasons, for I cannot say. Well please, before you leave, let me introduce to you the McCorkles. Annabelle came in between the two. Ms. Michelle Rose Black, this is Casey McCorkle. The young girl gave a curtsy. And this is Christopher Daniel McCorkle. He gave a most honorable bow, It is my pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Michelle Rose. She smiled, wanting to escape, yet not wanting to miss her chance to know him. She had on many occasions seen him at the store or in the streets. He dressed quite like a peasant, but somehow she appreciated that. There was one occasion when her eyes met his, though it was a far distance, it stayed with her. Oh Ms. Michelle, you cannot possibly leave now. Come, there is a back room where we can privately talk. Still locked in eye contact with Christopher Daniel, she agreed to Annabelles request.
The back room was much better. There were only a few people, and those who had a dislike for Michelle Rose simply moved on to another room. Christopher was delighted to speak with her, and she equally to him. The evening was filled with music, conversation, and they danced quite a bit. Casey traveled in and out of the room, inserting herself into their conversation, as fitted her. And they say you are outright! he said after one of his sisters exits. The conversation was lead from there into Michelles reputation, and how he strived to have such a reputation, just to rattle things up. He expressed his urge to move away because of his familys disapproved of him dressing as a commoner and being individualistic.
Christopher was so comfortable with her that he even revealed that he had fallen into occult practices in his attempt to hold onto his individuality. He explained his hopes to equally overcome his awkward stature through his practice of magic. But I do not think you have an awkward stature and I quite like that you dress humbly. Internally Christopher experienced an unknown joy, for no one had ever accepted him. It was more than he had hoped. The hour turned into night and though she wished to speak further, her companions were feeling tired. He walks them to their carriage. After Victoria and Annabelle were comfortably inside he gently clasped Michelle Roses hand, My dear sweet Rose, when may I, perchance, meet with you again?. Never had anyone addressed her as so, as just Rose, she noticeably blushes and replies in a whisper, so not to alert her companions. Then it shall be. And he helped her into the carriage.
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Oh France is such a despicable city, the woman said as she covered the table with a beautiful dark red cloth. I would rather if I had never seen this place and furthermore the people that suits it. She began placing freshly washed plates and glasses on top of the cloth. I know, dearest Ms. Michelle Rose, that there have been many to make you out to be a criminal but myself and Ms. Annabelle have not treated you so. Have we not been your best friends? I believe you just need to meet more of the populous. There came a loud thud on the back door, startling them both. Michelle Rose quickly approached the window, having armed herself with a brass pipe, and peaked out. In silence she walked across the kitchen and opened the door.
A heavy winter gust whipped through the small house, as the guest stepped in, greeting each woman with a kiss. The door shut. The winds out could take the very ghost from you! the guest said as she sat hand ironing out creases from her dress. Well Annabelle, I am happy that you could make it ghost intact. Michelle Rose said, making a play on Annabelles statement. She continued preparing the dinner table in wonder of how her friends positioned her in society. She had come a long ways from the countryside near Italy where she grew from a child. Never living a city life before, Ms. Michelle Rose Black had come into France seeking a way of life. In the country there was nothing, no entertainment, and no new faces. It was quite a boring place, with everyone keeping similar ideas about the world.
As many as she hated for thinking so about herself, those in the country were loud, ruthless, and popularly uncivilized. However, immediately upon her arrival and the learning of her descent, those of the city stereotyped Michelle Rose with sayings of Women of the country are just plain uncivilized. Sitting around and gossiping, many women in the nearby area had come to think of her as outright and a horrid thing. She, admittedly, is bold, outspoken, and willing to work all of which makes her unpopular because it just didnt fit the concept of current female-hood. Men equally ostracized her, though some find her a challenge and wish to tame her. Her name now holds a bad reputation and only a few have befriended her. Two of her very best, Ms. Annabelle Hede and Ms. Victoria Clamitt, dined with her weekly. Though it is obvious the ideas that surround Michelle Rose, they both insist frequently that she should join them in the dances and parties that are put on. Wanting to avoid all contact with those who would bring further hurt to Michelles now secluded life, she dismisses each invite.
Finally the table was set and all three ladies sat in prayer. Michelle silently prayed for a way out of her wretched reputation. The dining began, as the two friends chattered away, Master Emmons said that all of the guys from Lockwood would be present, as well as some from Landors side of town, Annabelle seemed to glide through her speech. I am assuming you speak of yet another wondrous dance, where the ladies shall be whisked away in a fantastic night of pleasure? came the sarcastic and almost disgusted response. Ms. Michelle Rose, this is not a dance like the others. This one truly should be of interest to you Victoria said in between fork fulls of pasta. I highly doubt that you would like to miss the coming of the Prime Minister to our little part of France taking another bite, in hopes of a positive response. Both ladies looked at Michelle Rose and so she pondered a proper response, yet none came.
Well, Annabelle decided to continue, there will be many people there, not just the few close-minded that we seem to run into. As I was saying, there will be plenty of guys from Lockwood Academy, as well as the men that stay in Landor. And I know you have been wide-eyed about a certain young man that stays in Landor, she stopped, stuffing her mouth with the roasted chicken, as to prevent herself from oversaying. Caught off-guard, for that was the boldest thing she had heard any woman in France say, she responded, Well I have not much to say on such things. I would indeed like to view the visit of the Prime Minister, yet I have not to wear nor actions to stand in a dance. Victoria and Annabelle both smiled widely, knowing that this was her way of accepting. Oh, you will not be disappointed Ms. Michelle Rose Victoria said in her excitement, forgetting the once previous delight of her dinner. The three women made plans for the dance, which was to be in 3 days.
Looking up into the skies, the clouds seemed to form the figure of the woman. He stared, trying to make detail arrive; yet none did. Christopher Daniel only dreamed of her, because only once had he seen her in the distance and how strongly the image stuck in his memory. He had considered using his magic to make her his own, but he didnt want a puppet but to feel the voluntary love of a real person. So much had been said about her, he sat pondering this womans person. Could it be a female, unmarried, walks so openly and boldly? Why? How? Even I, one of the most anti-social, most rebellious of these common standards am not so bold as they portray her to be.
Christopher! she says in a near screeching tone, what are you doing!? You should be preparing for the dance. You said you would go! Why arent you preparing!? He, frustrated and unable to speak for his intruding sisters constant questioning, simply rose from his seated position at the window and walked towards his room. With only one thing in mind, he deviously plotted, while her insistent yammerings continued. Christopher! Answer me, for it is better for you to travel with us to the dance tonight. You are so awkward and impassionate, yet there will be many ladies there. Come on!, she began stepping behind him, Someone will liken to you and wish to dance with you, for your new business and grand dowry if nothing else. Ladies from all over France, even up in Stanhover. I know, Annabelle will be there, and she is the most fair misses from Stanhover. By now he was up the stairs and closing his door, while she stand at the bottom she inserted once more, This is your chance to redeem yourself for mother and father! Be ready, dear brother!
Digging out his mystical practices from his hiding place, he realized that she had said ladies from Stanhover would arrive, as well as Annabelle. From his inquiries, he found that Annabelle be one of this dear ladys closest friends. His thoughts distracted him from the curse he wished to cast over his sister. Perhaps she will be there. It is just another worthless event, if I pray chance see her He began preparations.
~~~~~~~
Violins, pianos, even flutes all could be heard for a mile outside of the building that this great dance was being held in. Everyone who was anyone was there, from the governor, to the schoolhouse maid. The dance definitely was segregated, having the lower classes in farther rooms from the Prime Minister. Yet everyone was having a joyous time. Michelle Rose stood petrified. I am unsure if my decision was correct, is it too late to elude? Oh, dont be silly Ms. Michelle, we are only a few steps away from the festivities, we cannot turn back now. This hatred reply came from Annabelle, who was dressed in a beautiful flaring light pink dress, and matching wool shawl. With her hair in curls, she would pass as a governess or perhaps even a countess!
Victoria grabbed Michelle Roses hand, knowing the fear that tempted her, and all three ladies walked in stride into the grand building. Smiles and laughter, cheerful singing and dancing were seen from right to left. Michelles heartbeat slowed as she saw the fun that others were having. A very tall man, dressed in dark apparel approached the three, Welcome to the ball ladies, may I take your shawls? Speechless, all three handed over their overcoats to reveal their lovely gowns. Michelle Rose wore one of Victorias old gowns, for she had none of her own and there was no time to sew one. It was a long settled dress, with slim sleeves and matching gloves. The color rested on a cornflower blue, which complimented her dark skin. Her hair was up, in a spiral of curls and waves. Truly she resembled a princess and it was her hope that no one would recognize her.
The three ladies were guided into another prosperous room where many sat, conversing and laughing alike. Those that were dancing seemed contagious to others who watched. Annabelle immediately left their side and began conversing in a circle of other ladies. Michelle smiled at the delight this dance seemed to give the other guests. Come lets sit, Victoria said still holding hands. The women sat and soon were joined by two men, who freely spoke. This isnt so bad she thought to herself. Although soon after such thoughts, Michelle began to notice around the room many of the groups were staring at her and whispering to themselves. Even those who twirled around the room, had fixed eyes on her. It is my paranoia she told herself and resumed interest in her own table. Only a few minutes had passed when Victoria excused them both from the table.
Holding hands once again she lead them off to another room. Oh Ms. Michelle Rose, I am sorry. Those in the room must know and have begun staring and gossiping. I wanted to leave before you noticed. But I had Victoria, I just wanted to ignore it. As soon as these words had left her mouth, a group of women walked passed glaring at Michelle Rose saying to themselves, How vile, to have peasantry in the Prime Ministers presence, and other such things. Michelle stopped in her footsteps, Thank you Victoria for your attempts, but I am not wanted here and I will take my leave. She loosened from Victorias hand and walked in the opposite direction, towards the front exit. Victoria did not know what to reply, for she had once before experienced this situation and knew the pain of rejection that Michelle Rose continuously encountered. She did not try to stop her.
At the front there were more whispers, as she insisted the host to retrieve her shawl. She waited, batting back tears hoping that no one would approach her. Just as the host reappeared with her shawl, another guest arrived and stood near her. In her rush she didnt even look to address him, as what was proper. He looked down at her, for he stood several inches higher, and said My, if such beauty as you is leaving, then the dance must be to an end. Startled and confused, she looked up and saw within his eyes the one for which she had truly come. May I accompany you? It is quite dark. He continued. Finally regaining her thoughts, You must stay here and enjoy yourself, I cannot. She continued to bundle up, for now it had begun snowing.
Christopher! came the most common cry of his sister, What took you so long!? Dont just stand there, I have found Annabelle. He did not move, brainstorming a statement that would lead the lady to stay or at least allow him to accompany her. Ms. Michelle, are you now leaving? We have just arrived. Came the voice of the sweet Annabelle following. Victoria knows the reasons, for I cannot say. Well please, before you leave, let me introduce to you the McCorkles. Annabelle came in between the two. Ms. Michelle Rose Black, this is Casey McCorkle. The young girl gave a curtsy. And this is Christopher Daniel McCorkle. He gave a most honorable bow, It is my pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Michelle Rose. She smiled, wanting to escape, yet not wanting to miss her chance to know him. She had on many occasions seen him at the store or in the streets. He dressed quite like a peasant, but somehow she appreciated that. There was one occasion when her eyes met his, though it was a far distance, it stayed with her. Oh Ms. Michelle, you cannot possibly leave now. Come, there is a back room where we can privately talk. Still locked in eye contact with Christopher Daniel, she agreed to Annabelles request.
The back room was much better. There were only a few people, and those who had a dislike for Michelle Rose simply moved on to another room. Christopher was delighted to speak with her, and she equally to him. The evening was filled with music, conversation, and they danced quite a bit. Casey traveled in and out of the room, inserting herself into their conversation, as fitted her. And they say you are outright! he said after one of his sisters exits. The conversation was lead from there into Michelles reputation, and how he strived to have such a reputation, just to rattle things up. He expressed his urge to move away because of his familys disapproved of him dressing as a commoner and being individualistic.
Christopher was so comfortable with her that he even revealed that he had fallen into occult practices in his attempt to hold onto his individuality. He explained his hopes to equally overcome his awkward stature through his practice of magic. But I do not think you have an awkward stature and I quite like that you dress humbly. Internally Christopher experienced an unknown joy, for no one had ever accepted him. It was more than he had hoped. The hour turned into night and though she wished to speak further, her companions were feeling tired. He walks them to their carriage. After Victoria and Annabelle were comfortably inside he gently clasped Michelle Roses hand, My dear sweet Rose, when may I, perchance, meet with you again?. Never had anyone addressed her as so, as just Rose, she noticeably blushes and replies in a whisper, so not to alert her companions. Then it shall be. And he helped her into the carriage.
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