Hey Guys! :D This is a short My Fair Lady fic that I pulled up from the dark corners of my computer, and I'm hoping that I get to write a continuation one-shot! Please enjoy and reveiw, and tell me how it could be better. I guess this is considered a song-fic? Based upon the song Again, by Natasha Bedingfield.
Again
As the rain fell hard around the poor flower girl she covered her head with her hands.
"Aow! Just w'en I 'ought it couldn't get 'orse!" her broken cockney accented words drifted away, unheard and unnoticed by the high collared ranks of society that crowded the streets. Eliza Doolitle's day seemed to be carrying on worse every second. Honestly, if she had known how horrible this day would be, she would have stayed in the horrible room that gave her little shelter. But alas, she had her flowers to sell, and at this rate she needed to sell at least half of the bunch she kept in her woven basket in order to turn a profit. Eliza knew that this would be a very, VERY long day indeed.
Glowering at the storming typical London clouds above her she let out a long sigh. Reluctantly, Eliza headed off to the theatre building with it's sheltered stoop. Just as she crossed the street though, a hurried man practically pushed her aside. Giving a hurried sorry that didn't make up for the ruined flowers she focused her bad mood on the stumbling fool. Picking up the wet and dirty flowers from both the gutter and street, Eliza again started toward the theatre.
It was days like these that she knew 'fate' didn't exist. All her life she had been a 'good girl' as she continued to only sell flowers, even though it seemed to be getting harder and harder every day. Sure sometimes she could scrounge up some worth while blooms from the leftover of the high end flower store down a few streets, but those where few and far in between. No, most of the time Eliza had to buy her pitiful petals from another merchant. She had been a loyal customer to Earnie for almost a year now. Until he decided to rise his prices suddenly, and suggest 'other' ways of pay. Eliza shivered, but by because of the cold and wet night. That had been the reason for her current tardiness. After flatly declining Earnie, Eliza had been forced to seek out yet another merchant with a price that was somewhat reasonable.
Trying to gain back some of the money she lost with that clumsy fool, Eliza pleaded his mother to take up the bill, and not to surprised when the old bat didn't pay a tuppence. Dejected after trying to sell to other cold hearted souls with no success, Eliza rested against the cold stone pillar. Relaxing for a second Eliza looked out in the rain that fell heavily from the sky. Almost as if the heavens were crying along with her she mused. She was content to let her mind wander, bit her friend Bert came up to her quietly, warning her of a could-be cop. What if he thought her a whore? A poor girl trying to get money from the use of her body?! Bit that wasn't her! She just couldn't be taken away! She had her dues to worry about, friends that she cared about! Frantic with the paranoia and nervous disposition that is bee into you at Covent Garden, she did the first thing that came to mind.
Now, Eliza Doolittle was never a quite nor shy girl, and if you where on that corner, you would have no doubt of that fact. Eliza had a voice that could easily make the loudest and shrillest Banshee jealous. She hurried to the crowd, finding a kind soul and pleading with him. Making sure he knew that she was indeed a good girl. He moans where silenced soon enough when the man revealed himself from the shadows. Eliza didn't know then, but that man would change her life. And for the better. Change it in a way that she would chose to relive this day, one of her worst, over again without complaint. Because the sequence of those horrible event allowed her to meet Mr. Henry Higgins.