Hello there! This is my first Downton Abbey Fanfiction, it's based on the diary entries of a young Sybil Branson, this may contain spoilers for anyone who hasn't watched Series 3 of Downton which has just finished in England. It starts when Sybbie is 7 years old. I didn't know exactly when her birthday is, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. Thanks guys, please R&R 3 ~Lily
Sometimes What We Want Isn't What Is Best...
Tucked safely up in bed, a stuffed bear in her arms, sleeping quietly was a girl. A beautiful girl, but with a troubled past. Her mother died in childbirth, her father refusing to get remarried, still in love with his 12-year dead wife. The girl sat up, and stated straight at the mirror. She leant down, and picked up her worn diary that she had received as a gift on her 7th birthday from her grandmother. Turning on the lamp, she opened the diary to the first page and began to read. The first words were; My name is Sybil Branson, and this is my story.
August 23rd 1927
Hello. This feels strange, writing to someone who isn't there. I'm going to pretend all these entries mummy is reading, up there in heaven. So hello mummy, I miss you so bad. Daddy misses you too. He prays at night that you are happy and safe, and cries often too. I'm seven now, I wish you were hear to see me. But let me explain a bit. My name, is Sybil Branson, my father Tom Branson works at Downton Abbey as the Agent, after a man called Jarvis refused to work for Uncle Matthew, part owner of Downton Abbey. Daddy and I lived at Downton until I turned 7, then we moved into the Agent's house, three days after my birthday. I received this Diary from Grandmama for my birthday. She told me I should use it to record my feelings and hopes. So I will, but I'll use it also to remember you. I'm quite tall for my age now, and my father is so proud of me, or so he says. My hair is long, thick brown and curly, my eyes are brown too. I love learning languages, and I have learned basics of mathematics (calculations) English science and History. I feel quite proud of myself really. I hope to enrol in the Nightingale School of Nursing and take after my mother. Nurse Branson. Except I'm wondering should I use the name Crawley? Nurse Crawley. That was your name wasn't it. I love you mummy. I wish you could see me today, I have tried to make you proud. I will write again tomorrow but I have to go an help daddy get ready for dinner at Downton. We are invited there most nights, but there is a visitor, Aunt Mary and Uncle Matthew want us there, and me to keep young Alana company. Goodbye for now Mummy, I love you xx ~Sybbie