A/N: Hello, everyone! Seeing as I haven't been getting very far with my Frozen fanfics, I decided to write something I've been thinking of for a while. A sequel to Gone with the Wind. I have yet to find a sequel that is a good book...and clean, thank you very much. I don't see why authors need to put unnecessary stuff in their books, but that's me. I'll stop ranting now, haha. :-)
Please note that this story/book is the sequel to the 1939 movie Gone with the Wind, not the original book. So a head's up for everyone.
Hope you enjoy it! :-)
"After all, tomorrow is another day!" Katie Scarlett O'Hara proclaimed. Despite the point that Rhett Butler had just walked out the door into the Atlanta fog, Scarlett wasn't going to lose her cool. It wasn't in her nature, and never had been. Everywhere she went - whether Clayton County, Atlanta, or New Orleans, she'd been known as Scarlett O'Hara, that feisty, unflappable lass.
Scarlett slowly rose from the bottom of the staircase and looked about her. She started slowly up the stairs, the house feeling so incredibly empty. There was no Bonnie, no Rhett, and no Melly. But Scarlett still had one friend left: Mammy, who practically knew her better than anyone. And, admit ir or not, Scarlett needed someone to talk to at the moment. So she changed directions at the top of the stairs: instead of heading left toward her room as she usually did, her feet took her right, down towards Mammy's room. Reaching it, she brought her hand into a knocking position, then paused. Scarlett had never asked to speak with someone in her life; at least not to get some sympathy on a matter. What if Mammy said she got what she deserved? What if she sided with Rhett? What if, even worse, she left the household? Then Scarlett would truly be alone. But as these thoughts raced through Scarlett's mind, her impulsive side took over. She rapped on the door sharply, and was answered a moment later by a quiet "Come in, honey child."
Scarlett warily pushed the door open.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"Lamb, you've been rapping on doors like that since you were a wee little thing. Just like you were a queen."
"Oh." Scarlett truly hadn't meant to act like a queen, at least not at this moment. Heaving a deep breath, she soldiered on. "Mammy, I have to talk to you."
Mammy couldn't help but hide a slight smile. Scarlett hadn't spoken those words to her since she was eight years old, and had decided to try on one of Mrs. O'Hara's gowns. Scarlett thought she looked every bit the part of a sophisticated southern belle in the purple confection, until she happened to spill some apple cider on the gown. And Mammy was called on to help get the stain out. Mammy was abruptly brought back to the present from her memory by Scarlett's insistent voice.
"Mammy, didn't you hear me? I need, no wait, want to speak with you." Mammy knew that although the request from eight year old Scarlett was trivial enough, Scarlett wouldn't bring herself to ask help of anyone unless this was important. Mammy suddenly got the feeling something awful had happened, and she sat down on the plush chair in her room, red petticoat rustling.
"All right, my lamb." Mammy said. "Let's have this talk. I'm listening."
A/N: Ok, so there you have it. The first chapter. :-). As you can see, I took up where the movie left off. The next chapter will be longer, and be more interesting. :P I would really appreciate feedback, if you have the time, and thank you all for reading!