Disclaimer: I do not own Pride and Prejudice. I am not dead nor am I a zombie.
I had to write this for my English class...it is in a fly's point of view...I hope you likey...so COMMENT!
I was sitting on the wall of a brightly lit, airy room. The windows took up half and the wall and sunshine poured in. Out side was a beautiful garden, with a small creek nearby. Sitting in the bright room, a golden-haired girl sat at a piano-forte. As she was playing, a door slowly opened. From behind the door was a young woman with dark hair and intelligent brown eyes. The woman stared in wonder at the girl, as her fingers danced over the keys. A tall, dark shadow passed over the girl. She felt the presence and turned around. "Fitzwilliam! Brother, you are home!" The girl yelled as she jumped onto the man, giving him a squeezing hug. Fitzwilliam laughed as he picked the girl and twirled her around. He felt someone watching them, him and his young sister, Georgiana. He turned to the door and saw the eyes that had been haunting him for three months. She turned and ran out of the grand mansion. Fitzwilliam quickly followed in pursuit (and almost tripped on a rug), as Georgiana stood looking quite confused. I flew to the window facing the garden, as Georgiana did as well. We settled in as the drama unfolded. "Miss Elizabeth". "Mr. Darcy". As I watched,I soon noticed that Fitzwilliam was an awkward sort of fellow, and that he was deeply in love with the woman in front of him. Elizabeth was looking everywhere but at his face, until he talked to her directly. She was in love with him,yet she did not know it yet. Oh where is the popcorn when you need it! As she declined Fitzwilliam's offer to escort her back to Lambton, Fitzwilliam had a look of despair on his face. "Oh, poor William," Georgiana sighed as we left the window, leaving Fiztwilliam with his issues.