Just something we did in the last English class I had. Probably rubbish, but I still felt like putting it up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice
"I do believe a young, rich and eager man has moved to our village," Mrs Bennet, once a former beauty queen by the standards of this author.
" Oh really, I'm not at all interested, but you can babble on about him anyway," her husband, once bitten twice shy, replied.
" I do believe he is destine to marry one of our daughters," Mrs Bennet continued as if Mr Bennet wasn't there or was actually interested in what she was saying, " Namely Jane."
The ball was going very well; all the girls had danced with the available men in the room. Thus they were greatly admired by many until a greater beauty stepped into the room.
A certain gentleman that was greatly admired by all, especially all the free women in the room. He was remarked to be:
" He's so much richer than Mr Bingley. I can't believe my luck. Such a catch has just walked into the room and into my palm."
Unfortunately ha was admired so much he had detracted all attention away from the Bennet sisters, which wasn't so bad in the case of the younger two, and to add to the injury he wasn't interested in any of the sisters either.
" None of them are that pretty or charming. Especially the wench sitting in the corner. They may be accomplished, but none of them are stunning" he replied to his less than admired friend, Mr Bingley.
However, after saying that exact comment Mr Darcy found himself secretly adoring Elizabeth Bennet the moment she had bristled after his untimely comment towards her. Though I dare say she cackled about it afterwards in an attempt to hide her hurt.
" Honestly, who does he think he is? The Queen of Sheba?"
The second ball wasn't much different from the first. It was lively and everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves. It was only the splendour and the sumptuous quality of the whole thing that had been improved greatly.
However, daggers and flamethrowers were being thrown across the room by Elizabeth and My Darcy; along with cutting remarks and flippant comments , which would have greatly amused the guests if they weren't so enticed by Jane and Mr Bingley's involvement.
" Oh yes, we expect a rather large wedding in June no doubt. Followed by several grandchildren to our tastes." Were Mrs Bennet's exact words.
The next few meetings between Elizabeth and Mr Darcy were as bad if not worse than the second ball; where few words were spoken, but looks and rumours were circulated quickly. There was some sunshine peeking out behind the dark dark clouds that carried turbulent amounts of rain.
A proposal was made.
" I can't believe you declined me. This isn't some joke is it? You're laughing aren't you? You won't marry on accusations you have been given by me and others. What a disgrace."
The proposal was a great surprise to both Elizabeth and Mr Darcy.
But luckily, for all you hungry love bugs out there, this wasn't the last time Elizabeth and Mr Darcy met. Thanks to Lizzie's Meddling Aunt and Uncle, Lizzie was dragged to Mr Darcy's home. Where she uttered the words:
" I am well," and promptly fled.
However, what really brought these two together was the unfortunate that was fed with, alcohol no doubt, to end, up in bed.
The timely meeting of Mr Wickham, previous acquaintance of Mr Darcy and a good friend of Lizzie's, and Elizabeth's wayward sister, Lydia, brought Mr Darcy and Lizzie together in the most world wide known romantic scene for the most unromantic reasons. From then these fateful words were spoken by Mr Darcy to a swooning Lizzie and nation, which I have translated for you.
" Do you want to marry me or not? For I shall be unable to live if you do not and therefore I will be placed in heaven to await your bewitching smile."