Victor Van Dort sat down at his desk and opened his butterfly field journal. He studied the new butterfly he had found earlier today on his front porch when he had been coming home from the market. Victor had always been fascinated by the beautiful creatures since he was a boy. He would always search for them some place with grass, tree's, and flowers. Which was hard because most of the town was covered in pavement. He has at least fifth teen field journals of butterflies. His parents had tried to get him to talk or play with the other kids when he was a boy but Victor had always been to shy.
He was always like that. Very shy. He kept to himself a lot and only talked when he was asked a question. He had barley talked to anyone in his life except his parents (who didn't talk to him that much any ways) when someone did talk or ask him something, he would always stutter. He hated that about himself because it just made him more nervous and stutter even more. He had never had any friends when he was young. Well he still didn't have any friends but he didn't mind that. He was more comfortable staying in his room and writing in his journal.
Victor started sketching the new butterfly into his field journal. This was hard because it was fluttering around in the glass cage Victor had trapped it in. He was shaking a bit because he was nervous. He was getting married tomorrow and they were having the rehearsal today. It was an arranged marriage. He hadn't even met the girl. Well he hadn't met any girls except for his mother. And this wasn't just any girl. It was Victoria Everglot! Her and her family were the richest people in town!
How was he supposed to meet a girl and her family who are the richest people in town without passing out? He could barley go to the market without passing out in fear someone would talk to him! He looked up again to study the butterfly. It was a beautiful creature. It had purple and blue wings with two big light pink spots on each wing. The pink spots where bordered with a darker shade of pink. He puts some finishing touches to his sketch, closed the book, and leaned it against a pile of other books.
Victor stood up and opened the window in front of him. He bent down and studied the butterfly for the last time and lifted the glass bell jar. The butterfly fluttered around in his room and then flew out the window. Victor's room was pretty basic. A bed, a desk, a dresser, and a little stand which had all his paint brushes in a single drawer and two jars full of the paint brushes he used most on the top. His desk was piled with books and accordion files which held more butterfly sketches. Any thing that didn't fit on his desk went on the floor near his desk. His wallpaper was a simple tan design and his carpet was a grayish white.
He had some butterfly sketches he had drawn years ago on the wall and were practically falling off. His bed held a plain green comforter and wasn't that big but it was enough for him. The only other thing in his room was a globe that stood next to his desk which he used when he studied geography (another subject he liked to study).
He heard the carriage and its driver Mayhew pull up to the front of his house.
This is it, Victor thought to himself nervously.
No. he couldn't do it. He was going to mess up for sure! Maybe he could stall for a while? His parents still hadn't left the house so maybe he could buy himself a little time by saying he spilled his paints on his coat and had to change or something.
He looked out the window and saw his parents getting into the carriage. Victor sighed. He had no say in this. His parents just wanted him to marry Victoria so they could be in a higher society. He knew his parents where going to get upset if he didn't get down there soon. He could tell they were already a bit upset because he heard his mother yell.
"Where is Victor? Where going to be late!"
Victor walked to his door trying to buy himself more time, but then he heard his mother yell "Victor!" so he ran down the stairs. He tripped on the edge of the couch and fell to the ground. He immediately got up ran out the door slamming it behind him and stumbled into the carriage. He sat across from his mom and dad while Mayhew started to drive to the Everglot's.
"You must certainly got to win her Victor…" Started his dad.
"Now all you have to do is reel her in" His mom interrupted.
"I'm already reeling mother" He mumbled. "Shouldn't Victoria Everglot be marrying a Lord or something?"
"Oh nonsense! Will be as good as the Everglot's. I knew I always deserved better then a fish merchant's life."
"But I've never even spoken to her." Victor muttered.
"Well at least we have that in our favor." Victor's mother said sarcastically.
They then heard coughing coming from Mayhew. Mayhew had smoked as long as Victor could remember.
"Mayhew! Silence that blasted coughing!" Victors mom yelled.
Victor was silent the rest of the way to the Everglot's.
