Hi, lol. This is my first story- sorry if it isn't too good! I'm not very good at summaries either... Sorry. Oh well- Enjoy!

The knife blade dug into my hand. I felt the blood, and it made my hand warm.

My eyes flickered in between the two bowls. The grey stones, and the burning coals. I listened to the coals sizzle, and then the grey stones silence. My heart tugged, and my throat swelled up. Caleb had left. I could not leave my parents. I must stay with them.

My arm jerked, and my blood dribbled onto the grey stones, staining them.

{5 years later}

"Beatrice," my mother said, "would you like help with that dish?"

I shook my head. "No, Mother. I wouldn't want to trouble you with my duties.

She shook her head. "You wouldn't be troubling me. I want to help you."

"No, but thank you. I appreciate your concern. I might need help with the peas, though."

She smiled. "Yes, ok. Tell me when you are putting them in their dish. You do remember where we kept the pea dish, don't you?"

I nodded. "The cabinet under the sink. The container is porcelain. Your best dish."

She let out a light laugh, nodding and exiting to the living room. My father was in there, probably preparing documents for Marcus and him to discuss.

I placed the bread on the large plate, then added the prongs. I continued placing dishes on the long table, being extra careful not to spill the peas on the grey tablecloth. My eyes avoided my reflection that appeared in the porcelain of the dish.

After finishing with the food, I put plates on the table and added silverware. I heard knoching at the door. Marcus and his son must be here.

"Beatrice, please come in here!" I heard my mother call.

I did as she said, walking into the living room and opening the door.

"Hello, Beatrice! How are you?" Marcus Eaton greeted me with a smile plastered on his face.

I smiled back and said, " Thank you for asking. I'm good. How are you?"

"I am good as well. Thank you." He lightly brushed my shoulder on his way in.

Tobias Eaton, Marcus's son, gave me a small smile."How are you, Beatrice?"

I nodded. "Thank you for asking," I repeated, "I am good. How are you?"

His eyes glowed with a silent laugh. "Thank you. I am also good."

"Please, come in," I said, moving aside so he could. He walked past me, and greeted my parents.

Tobias Eaton was a handsome man. He had short and dark hair, with eyes the color of the ocean. I shook my head. I shan't think of a man that way. Not unless we are to marry.

I was a simple girl. Short, slightly curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small frame. I was built more like a boy then a girl. I looked like I had never hit puberty.

I sighed, plastered a smile on my face, and served our guests and then my family.

Remember- it's my first story!

Please review.

~Kitt