Hi this is my second fan fic so please still be gentle to me but don't hold back the criticism.
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Enter Pride and Prejudice
Chapter 1
Here it was. New year, new class, same problems. That's what Tea thought as she entered her class.
Tea was one of the special people in her school who were able to take advanced classes, one of which was advanced English literature. Another in the school who was attending those classes was Seto Kaiba.
Tea was the last person to enter the classroom. She noticed that there were only six others there. Oh great I'm stuck with him this yeah Tea thought as she spotted Kaiba. She sat in her seat just as there teacher walked into the classroom.
"Hello class" said the teacher, with a heavy English accent.
"Hello" the class replied, well most of the class.
"My name is Mr. Williams and I'm going to be you Advanced English literature teacher this year."
He walked over to the black board and wrote his name on the board in clear curvature.
"This year we will be working on a piece of literature that as been around for a couple of centuries and is really challenging,"
With this the class started to mumble to themselves, all but one.
"Shh, quiet down please," he said and when the class started to end there mumblings he continued. "Has anyone heard of Jane Austen?"
Only one hand out of the whole class went up.
"Yes state you name then answer,"
"It's Tea, and Jane Austen was a female author at the beginning of the 17th century but she did not place her name on the books, it was only known that she wrote them after she died. In total she wrote six novels."
"Brilliant. That's what I was looking for. She was an author during the 17th century which was hard time for women, and there only focus for survival, basically, was to marry. Now we are going to look at her most famous novel, Pride and Prejudice."
Mr Williams turned around and picked up a brown cardboard box, placed it on his desk and opened it.
"Now I'm going to provide you all with a copy of the book, so don't lose it. If you do, then you will have to buy your own copies understand."
"Yes Mr Williams," the whole class said in unison.
"Good," he picked up a pile of books and walked around the classroom handing one copy to everyone in the class. Once he was done he headed to his desk and sat on the front. He picked up a copy and opened it up to the beginning of the first chapter. "Now open to the beginning of volume one and we shall begin."
He took a breath and started to read.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
'My dear Mr Bennet,' said his lady to him one day, 'have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?"
Mr Bennet replied that he did not.
'But it is,' returned she; 'for Mrs Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.'
Mr Bennet made no answer
'Do not you want to know who has taken it?' cried his wife impatiently.
'You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.'
This was invitation enough.
'Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it that he agreed with Mr Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.'
'What is his name?'
'Bingley.'
'Is he married or single?'
'Oh! single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!'
'How so? how can it affect them?'
'My dear Mr Bennet,' replied his wife, 'how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marring one of them.'
'Is that his design in settling here?'
'Design! nonsense, how can talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes,'
'I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better; for, as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr Bingley might like you best of the party.'
'My dear you flatter me. I certainly have had my fair share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be any thing extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.'
'In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.'
'But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.'
'It is more than I engage for, I assure you.'
'But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general you know they visit no new comers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him, if you do not.'
'You are over scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying which ever he chuses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.'
'I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference.'
'They have none of them much to recommend them,' replied he; 'they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness then her sisters.'
'Mr Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves.'
'You mistake me, my dear. I have the highest respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.'
'Ah! you do not know what I suffer.'
'But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.'
'It will be no use if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.'
'Depend on it, my dear, that when there are twenty I will visit them all.'
Mr Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three and twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.
A/N well here is the first chapter what do you think?
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