My mom told me to read this book a week ago, but despite how much I hate romance and stuff written in the 1900s, I read it anyways.
After 600 pages of tiresome reading, I found out I actully liked it. It is a classic, I know, I know, but it was still really interesting. This is just a short story of what I think will happen after the first book , or my version of Little Men (though i havnt read it yet).. Enjoy (if you can with my freakish writing), and review at the end please!
Tick, tick, tick…
The grandfather clock ticked effortlessly as the three girls battles all night around Marmee's still body, hoping with all their might that some type of miracle will happen. Their husbands, along with Mr. March and Mr. Lawrence, stood at the other side of the room, watching the girls weep, cry, and drop in sadness over and over again.
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock stuck twelve, dropping all hopes and powers.
The doctor quietly came in with worry and tiresome eyes. "It is no use now."
The girls began to weep again, as the boys walked to and fro before the dept of the fire; all remembering the kindness, advice, and gracious moments they had with dear Ms. March. Their thoughts, cries, and tears were useless now, for Ms. March have already gone to rejoice with her beloved Beth again, or so they hope.
Amy clung on Laurie's jacket ever more so tightly and whispered with inner pain, "What have we done wrong?"
Without taking his eyes off the sleeping Marmee, he answered his best guess "Nothing my dear, nothing."
The next few days were ever so painful, for they went over Marmee's last will and sold the empty home which once belong to the four unique girls, who all, but one, grew up to be successful little women.
The first thing the three girls did was to go down to the cellar, where their childhood memories were carefully stored in little wooden boxed, all with it's little key and faded ribbon attacked to it.
"Oh my!" proclaimed Amy as she opened her own little box on the far corner, finding her old artwork all covered in dust. She took a handkerchief out of her dress pocket and lightly wiped of the years of dust to find a picture of Marmee, sitting ever so quietly on her favorite chair working, as always, on her delightful patchwork. An irresistible tear dropped from her eyes.
Seeing this, Meg went over to comfort her like what the big sister always did.
"Now dear." She said with Amy tightly wrapped in her arms, crying her little eyes off, "She may be gone forever, but you still have us with you, not to mention your new babe."
Amy looked up into her sister's eyes to find a mixture of sorrow, sadness, and pain. She quickly wiped off the tears on her eyes and tried to see the better side of life, which looked ever so fragile now.
"She's right." Added Jo carefully stacking Beth's box on top of hers, "Look at your Little Jennie, and start realizing how lucky you are."
Anger started rushing within Amy for she knew how lucky she was, with a rich husband, a cute child, and a grand mansion filled with her artwork and Laurie's music. She started quarreling uncontrollably with Jo, just like the old days, until Laurie came up to settle the two ever so different sisters.
"Stop it, please!" Laurie cried with tender disgust standing between , "I don't want Marmee's death to break up this family, or any of our hearts. We all loved her, cared for her, and we'll express our feeling tomorrow at Marmee's funeral. Now take your boxes and stay away from each other for a while."
Amy looked up at "Her Lord" with a hurt face. Laurie had never spoken so harshly with her before, so why is he now? With unsettled hearts, both girls retrieved their boxes without a single glance at each other, and returned to their designated homes to gain peace with their children and family.
One chapter finished and a bunch left to go. I doubt anyone's gonna read this thing, but in case you do, REVIEW!! )
-Du Elda Saphira