Prologue
"Lizzy!" Her shrill voice cut through my rather pleasant dreams, making me forget them instantly. I groaned, shifting from the quiet windowsill where I had fallen asleep clutching Jane Eyre to my chest. I sluggishly rose from my hiding place and rushed to where my mother was calling me. I saw her and I noticed that she had a dangerous twinkle in her hazel eyes, the kind of twinkle that told me that she was going to try to set one of us (her poor, unsuspecting daughters) up with a man who we would probably detest at sight.
Jane quietly walked into the room behind me; I looked at her and whispered, "she's going to set us up with another fifty year old rich man."
Jane decided to give me a disapproving look but didn't reply, she hadn't been set up on that many 'blind dates a la Fanny Bennet' because she is a year older than me and has just turned twenty one, she is the most beautiful sister, with golden hair cascading down her back towards her bottom and her clear, sapphire eyes. She always wears pretty clothes, she suits pastel colours the most and blue brings out her eyes and she wears many dresses which emphasise her height, not too tall, yet not too short. Her skin is slightly tanned, but not orange, like you see so many girls her age sporting the 'oompa lumpa' look, as I like to call it. If I had to describe her with a music genre, I would say folk or romantic, I could see her appear in the regency period and she would immediately fit right in, probably finding herself a husband within half an hour. She is, however, shy and did not talk to strangers comfortably and, although I am a year younger than her, I am the one who always introduces her to people she doesn't know at parties and she always sees the good in them, never the bad or annoying.
I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite of my beautiful sister. I have dark reddish-brown hair which I cut short into a long bob to keep it out of the way in my A-level examinations. I am now twenty and my skin is still dotted with hundreds of freckles, making my ghostly pale skin look slightly darker. I am shorter than Jane, but I like my height as it allows me to sit in a corner without being noticed for hours. I wear darker clothes and I own millions of different Converse, which my mother does not consider to be 'girly' enough to get myself a boyfriend and I usually wear dark eye makeup to hide myself, although I do think it brings out my eyes, which are oddly the same colour as my hair. Going back to the music genre, theme, I would say that my style was punk, although other people would say that I was more of a nerd than a punk. I don't have as many friends as Jane because I don't see the good in people and I always end up in an argument with someone if they annoy me.
"Lizzy, Lizzy! Are you even listening?" My mother's high pitched squealing dragged me out of my pensive state and I looked at her blankly before shaking my head, no, "Honestly," she said, "you will never get a boyfriend if you keep acting like that! I was saying that the Lucas family are having a party tonight and I hear our new neighbour, Charles Bingley will be there. You have to go out with Jane and get some decent clothes because we can't have you going to the party looking like nobody owns you!"
I groaned at this, I am famous for my obvious hatred of shopping, even with my best friend and sister, Jane. She looked at me sympathetically but agreed anyway and before I knew it, we were in her car and on our way to the shopping centre.
