Hey all! This is my first FanFiction, so be nice! I loved the idea of playing off Ann, so I am! She will come in later, just you wait! Please R&R!!
As I sit in my carriage, I wondered about my new school. Of course, I had right to, and anyone in my place would do the same. I wondered if the girls there would hassle me for my accent, although I thought I sounded alright, and they were the ones who sound funny. I wondered if I would see my little house again, blue with a white trim, so beautiful in the summer. And last, I wondered about the man who had warned me at the train station.
The carriage jerked in a pot hole, bringing me back to the present. I looked out the window into the black night to find a forest flashing by, most scenes too caught in the smears of rain on the window. I longed for Boston, my home town, where a girl had more rights than in London.
The school I am on my way to is called Spence Academy for Young Ladies. Sounds too droll for a girl like me. I should not like to be attending, but my father and mother insist I get the same treatments as my fair colored friends "across the way." And, as always, whatever they say goes.
Oh, how I long for Boston.
It is like one of those ridiculous stories you hear about, where the visitor arrives in the dead of night, bringing a storm of rain along with her. Yes, it was so silly I laughed, and dropped my suitcase in the process. The driver picks it up for me, and I mutter a "Thank you" and am horribly embarrassed.
The echoes of what father and mother have relayed onto me still ring in my head, clear as a bell.
" "Tis not proper for a young lady to be seen without chaperon."
"Watch your tongue, people in England do not find a smart mouthed woman funny."
"Make sure to watch your petty coats, for it is not proper...." The list, unfortunately, continues on.
But then I am led to my room by a woman named Brigit. She looks a sweet thing, and I smile at her while she whispers some of the rules for Spence. As we near my room, she falters a bit in her voice, and says, "Forgive me mum, for we lost some of our finest girls here who boarded in this room." The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as if someone has been watching you, and suddenly you feel their eyes. I nod and enter my room.
It is a lovely place to stay, and I tell Brigit this. She gives me a tight smile, and with that is off. I walk around my room for a moment, just taking it in. It is medium sized, and it looks like it could fit two people instead of just one. The walls portray this by having a clean area for two beds. I walk to the window, but it is still too dark to see out the window. It holds a small dresser, a bed, an easel, and a wash stand with an attached mirror. I walk over to the mirror, and discover that my hair is a fright and my eyes are bloodshot.
What a wonderful first impression I will make.
I brush out my chocolate curls, and get into bed. Tomorrow, I will be a young lady. With that thought, I snort and turn over thinking, "That will be the day."