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By: New Lights
A swift breeze went through the balmy, lukewarm air of a mid-spring day. The breeze actuated through the foliate forest. It went through the grassy venues, and up hills, and renovated the air with vigor. The breeze wafted up through the trees making a rustling noise, creating music to one's ears. The overall vista of the fix would evidently be described as flamboyant, with the mix of colors, and the flourishing pastures. Surely this place would be an artist muse. It was surely my muse, but I was no artist—or at least one to express by art, for my art skills were mediocre, but my musical and thoughtful mind never dawdled. This valley created such an essence through me. I was within my tranquil place, for it contained my two favorite things: a solitary environment, and a leeway of ones mind. Here I was able to think, and expand my knowledge. I tried to come here as much as possible.
Yet the most beautiful things cannot last all day, for each I day I had to withdraw myself from my paradise-the place where I could cogitate. I had to go back to my house, because I wasn't always the invisible person I wanted to be, my family would notice if I were gone.
My house was no place where one could ruminate about anything—the place was so cacophonous, with giggling and rambunctiousness. So that is why this place was my liberation, my liberation from my boisterous family.
It was quite obvious I was not appropriate for the Bennet family. I was quiet, thoughtful, and independent. I was different mostly because I didn't think about marriage every elapsing second of my day. Kitty and I were the final two Bennets, as in we still had our maiden names because we were not married. I knew I (Mary Bennet) was going to be the last Bennet. I didn't see a husband in my future, nor did I yearn for one. My sister and I weren't the most compatible sisters—we were complete opposites. I was quiet and studious, she was giddy and convivial, and she was the more agreeable one in what was left of the family. She was much more harmonious with my other sisters, mostly Lydia, the youngest in the family. She quite often duplicated her, and they were much more palpably identified as sisters. Much more than her and I, at least. Lydia was her role model, but not a very good one. Besides Lydia was the youngest and most immature, Lydia was also a disgrace, in my opinion, to the family. She would go around obnoxiously flirting with other men, making them think they had a chance, or what they thought honor, to be her beau. Never did one court with her, for unexpectedly she married to Mr. Wickham. Everyone had a qualm towards him, except my mother who was blinded revelry of the fact that this man was inadequate. We all hoped she would notice how big an amiss this arrangement was, but the contrary to what we hoped happened. She was in such utter glee that her youngest, and may I add favorite, daughter had just gotten married. We never thought it was correct and I tried as hard as I could to ignore it.
Fortunately this marriage benefited to ,my older sister, Elizabeth's attraction to Mr. Darcy, who, opposite to Mr. Wickham, was immensely rich, and sensible. Mr. Darcy started out to be a disagreeable man, but then turned out to be acceptable. Jane also got married to a sensible man, but a bit before Elizabeth. Though the two's husband, who were also good friends, caused a twisted mess. Jane had noticed how Mr. Bingly took great interest in her, but was beyond crestfallen and obscured when he left to go back to London. Of course mother thought that he was going to propose, and I sometimes wonder if she was more devastated by the news than Jane. Though Jane was known for her bashfulness. Elizabeth was completely irascible when she learned what Mr. Darcy did. He confessed that he convinced Mr. Bingly to part from our Hertfordshire for which because, and he did tell Elizabeth, that he believed our family was completely demented, except for her. He didn't want his friend to get in the wrong marriage, but of course Elizabeth was completely incensed by this declaration. Though, later she learned that he paid for Lydia's wedding, even though Mr. Wickham was completely unfaithful to him. This, of course impressed Elizabeth and my father, and Elizabeth was happily wed, along with Mr. Bingly and Jane; once he realized what a fool he had been. Yes, he did admit it right to her face, which I was quite pleased with-I thought that was quite appropriate considering the fact that he shattered her heart, and listen to Darcy when he was still impertinent.
"Mary!" I heard my mother call me from a distance, hindering my thoughts to abide.
I bit my lip as I thought about what she was going to say or do. I took hesitation to if I should reciprocate her call to me, but I knew she would come rummage for me if I didn't. That was the last thing I wanted, for her to find my one place to be alone, and to think.
"Yes Mother! Coming!" I vociferated to her, and ran. Impulse pumped through my mind as I ran towards what I thought was utter foolishness and exasperation. I knew my mother was preparing to call me out of how I was now the oldest Bennet, and she's tired of keeping me around. I ran thinking about why she wanted her children to be married. Love is not something that can be forced up, but one to be patient towards. Though I knew that this wasn't about love, it was about money-and the pleasure of saying to all our neighbors that your daughter has just married a wonderful (or in, uncoded, rich) husband. The bombast rights you receive as soon as your daughter is now affluent and prosperous was very high.
I sometimes wonder if this whole thing was because the mothers, and sometimes fathers, wanted their children off their shoulders. All I knew is that, from my intuition, this dinner was going to be miserable. They always were miserable.
My mother was now convinced that I was beautiful which made her want me to get married even more; indeed I had changed a bit since my sisters had left, but not enough to make me beautiful, I thought. My mother thinks it's because I, finally, matured. My hair started to create soft curls, and it turned to more of a chestnut brown, rather than a chocolate. My eyes turned, somehow, from dark brown, to a silvery blue. How did that happen with such a big transition, I didn't know. My face had my matured, and body's figure finally came in.
I was thin, which indeed make my mother a bit upset. She believed it made us look even more poor than we already were. Though I didn't think that being judged by appearances really mattered, nor did your dominion of money. I especially thought that one's first impression should be judged, I mean look where my sisters are now; married to men who we all had a disinclination about, and it turned out all right.
Though would I ever even have a disinclination about a person? For I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with someone, and receive their love in return.
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