After envying my friends amazing and frankly beautiful stories, I decided that I needed to make my contribution to fanfiction, no matter how horrible it might be! This i my first story and constructive criticism is very welcome. Please no flames, I know my writing style is different but I hope that you all can understand it. It is more like a dialogue and is a lot more fun to say out loud in a British accent. Once again, please please review and enjoy the story. This was written while in bed trying to recover from getting all four wisdom teeth pulled (not a bad expirence just annyoying). It is short, but it is only a taste to see if my writing has any hope! Oh, it also had nothing to do with the real story of Pride and Prejudice (favorite story ever!) but it occurs during the same time period.
PS- I will be adding the real story soon, I just need to finish editing the first couple chapters!
Prologue
It has been a perceptive observation of mine that has sorted out the mysteries of ego and achievement. In this grand and diverse world there are two types of people; those who vault over boundaries with ease and later boast about their glorious and magnificent achievement at dinner parties, even though their illustrious boundary came complete with the stairs of social position and comfort. The second type of people are those who had the misfortune of having the previously mentioned stairs kicked out from under them, leaving them to tackle the most difficult social boundaries with little more than four feet of legs, if they happen to be blessed with height, and the assistance of any do-gooder, who, more likely than not, will turn around and use them in their own selfish manner (see first mentioned).
I am in the unlucky position to inform you reader that, to my despise, I am the first of these people to be illustrated. However, I take no pleasure in the fortune of my social standing and would much rather prefer to carve out my own name like those valiant leaders who start from nothing and end heroes of the world. Sadly, my path was set moments after I was born and the doctor whispered the four words that send half of the new-mothers in the world to their graves, "It is a girl". From that moment on I was a disgrace to my mother and father, and, consequently, was required to live up to their expectations, which as you can guess, were astronomically low. After learning to read and write, which surpassed my mother's expectations and ironically her own education, I was determined to learn more.
Learning is said to be the greatest wonder in the entire world, and if it has not been said, please quote me on it, for I would gladly like to show that the women sex have brains and are willing to use them. It is a novel idea that women do use their mind for something other than snagging a husband, but alas, I have travelled down a completely different tangent that I will hope to clarify later. Back to the subject of learning, I continued my education with the help of my elder brother, Andrew. It goes without saying that Andrew was the darling of both my mother and my father, and got whatever he requested. Luckily for me, he was not a spoiled child and was exceedingly glad that he was blessed with a sister that he could protect and would be the damsel in distress whenever he played knights and dragons. At his insistence, my education blossomed. I was allowed to learn French, German and Latin, Mathematics (a dreadful subject but I battled through it), English literature and philosophy. Form the moment my tutor opened the book of Greek philosophers, my life took a change for the better. Reading about the struggles and triumphs of the poor tortured souls of Plato and Socrates, I discovered that anyone could accomplish the impossible if they had the determination to do it.
The great Plato once said that without effort, you cannot be prosperous. I say that without effort, you cannot be respected nor remembered, and that is just what I intend to do. I aim to turn the world upside down, simultaneously becoming the biggest scandal in all of London. Though the task will be a difficult one (London is never lacking in those who want to make a fool of themselves) I hope, dear reader, that you will wish me luck as I embark on the journey that will most likely change the reputation of my family in a most deserved manner.
Reviews are very welcome and would give me an amazing confidence boost!
PS- If you are a fan of Mortal Instruments (especially Malec!) like me, please read the stories from Enaid Mora! She is a good friend and can write like a professional!