Hey I'm back. You know whats really weird? I make more updates during school then I do on break. I'm probably writing this story to escape my school work especially my English paper thats been moved to Friday! Yeah! I really should start working on it, I mean I have had more then a month, but for some reason I keep putting it off. I should really enter procrastinators anonymous, if they'd take me in. OK I should really stop blabbering now and start to right. OH I'm looking for a name for a band so far We've come up with "Illusion" I REALLY do not like that one and "the Ladybugs" please give me some suggestions. : D
"Co-SETTE!" startled Cosette dropped the dress she had been working on since early that morning. Her eyes stung and her fingers ached and it was only the beginning of the day. The dress had been her mother's and she was remaking it for the ball her stepmother said she could go to. Every time Cosette thought about the ball it sent excite shivers up her back. She was going to a ball! She had lived her whole life to go to a ball and she was determined to fulfill the requirements her stepmother had given her. By the looks of it her mother's once old fashioned dress was going to turn out into a beautiful dress and she was sure she could finish her chores. Cosette smiled dreamily to herself as she picked up her dress to put it in a trunk at the end of her bed. She was going to a ball!
Her smile was shattered by another "Co-SETTE!" Knowing her stepmother's temperament Cosette hurried out her room and down the spiraling staircase *(alliteration! go me- sorry my English teacher loves that kind of stuff you know metaphors, smiles etc.)* that led up to her tower bedroom.
She hurried into her step-mother's bedroom to find her stepmother and stepsisters there. Her stepsisters were decently attired in there petticoats and other necessary undergarments and the bed had a heap of varying colored dresses on it.
"Finally!" Delany said as Cosette walked in, "We've been calling for at least ten minutes."
"I'm sorry I was-"
"Never mind that now, Cosette," her stepmother interrupted, "We have a lot of work ahead of us. We had to see which of these dresses best befits my daughters and make any alterations we can."
Cosette nodded, realizing she wasn't going to have much time to work on her own dress. She helped her stepsisters choose the best dresses and she was loaded with alterations to make on their dresses to make absolutely perfect. Cosette resent them for making her work on their dresses when hers was still undergoing major changes. They could sew why didn't they work on their own dresses. She quickly dismissed the thoughts from her head. She was living under their charity she should be grateful to do what ever she could to repay them.
Nevertheless Cosette was a little cross when it took her almost all day to fix their dresses especially Delany's whose dress required the most adjustments. But finally at the end of the day she had finished the dresses and was helping her sisters get into there dresses.
Cosette carefully lifted the blue silk dress over Adelaide's light blonde head. Adelaide surveyed herself in the mirror. "I look perfect!" she said always the first one to compliment herself, "I'll certainly catch the Prince's attention in this! Oh but look Maman! the bustle hangs crookedly! Oh Cosette, can you please fix it?"
Cosette nodded a tight lipped smile, biting back a question on why she couldn't fix her own bustle. Long pent up anger started to rise in her. She carefully lifted Delany's bright purple, rather gaudy dress over her dress.
Delany immediately complained. "Ugh, It's still too tight! Cosette can't you do anything right?!"
Cosette's defense barriers on her long awaiting anger broke, "It wouldn't be so tight if you hadn't gained so much weight!" Cosette immediately put her hand over her mouth not believing she had said that.
Her stepsisters and mother stared at her, aghast that such a remark would come out of the usually soft spoken Cosette. "What did you say?" Cosette had never heard her stepmother's voice so angry.
"I-i..i..i.," Cosette stuttered more surprised then her step family.
Adelaide erupted into giggles, "She said that Delany's dress wouldn't be so tight if she hadn't gained so much weight!"
"Adelaide, stop," Adelaide immediately stopped giggling at her mother's tone, "Cosette, how dare you insult your stepsister like that, she is your better an deserves your total respect. What do you have to say to her?"
"I-I-......." Cosette was speechless still surprised she had actually said it.
Her stepmother's eyes narrowed to little slits and small smirk of triumph crossed her face. " Well since you refuse to apologize I have no option but to punish you."
Cosette paled and whispered, "No...."
"Yes, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let to go to ball tomorrow,"
"NO!" Cosette screamed getting upset, "You can't do that!" tears filled her eyes.
Her stepmother smiled her wicked smile, "I'm afraid I can," she said.
"NO!" Cosette screamed again.
"Give it up Cosette," Delany said deceit dripping from her voice, "You'll never be able to go to a ball, your our servant and servants don't go to balls."
"Shut up you fat cow!" Cosette screamed at her just letting her anger go, "Your ugly and you can't do anything that matters in life and it's a joke to see you trying to get the Prince to notice you. You'll never amount to anything, but an old unmarried HAG!"
And with that Cosette stormed from the room, sobs shaking her body.
This part really isn't that great. I kind of lost Cosette to this other character I'm working with in a totally different story.
"Co-SETTE!" startled Cosette dropped the dress she had been working on since early that morning. Her eyes stung and her fingers ached and it was only the beginning of the day. The dress had been her mother's and she was remaking it for the ball her stepmother said she could go to. Every time Cosette thought about the ball it sent excite shivers up her back. She was going to a ball! She had lived her whole life to go to a ball and she was determined to fulfill the requirements her stepmother had given her. By the looks of it her mother's once old fashioned dress was going to turn out into a beautiful dress and she was sure she could finish her chores. Cosette smiled dreamily to herself as she picked up her dress to put it in a trunk at the end of her bed. She was going to a ball!
Her smile was shattered by another "Co-SETTE!" Knowing her stepmother's temperament Cosette hurried out her room and down the spiraling staircase *(alliteration! go me- sorry my English teacher loves that kind of stuff you know metaphors, smiles etc.)* that led up to her tower bedroom.
She hurried into her step-mother's bedroom to find her stepmother and stepsisters there. Her stepsisters were decently attired in there petticoats and other necessary undergarments and the bed had a heap of varying colored dresses on it.
"Finally!" Delany said as Cosette walked in, "We've been calling for at least ten minutes."
"I'm sorry I was-"
"Never mind that now, Cosette," her stepmother interrupted, "We have a lot of work ahead of us. We had to see which of these dresses best befits my daughters and make any alterations we can."
Cosette nodded, realizing she wasn't going to have much time to work on her own dress. She helped her stepsisters choose the best dresses and she was loaded with alterations to make on their dresses to make absolutely perfect. Cosette resent them for making her work on their dresses when hers was still undergoing major changes. They could sew why didn't they work on their own dresses. She quickly dismissed the thoughts from her head. She was living under their charity she should be grateful to do what ever she could to repay them.
Nevertheless Cosette was a little cross when it took her almost all day to fix their dresses especially Delany's whose dress required the most adjustments. But finally at the end of the day she had finished the dresses and was helping her sisters get into there dresses.
Cosette carefully lifted the blue silk dress over Adelaide's light blonde head. Adelaide surveyed herself in the mirror. "I look perfect!" she said always the first one to compliment herself, "I'll certainly catch the Prince's attention in this! Oh but look Maman! the bustle hangs crookedly! Oh Cosette, can you please fix it?"
Cosette nodded a tight lipped smile, biting back a question on why she couldn't fix her own bustle. Long pent up anger started to rise in her. She carefully lifted Delany's bright purple, rather gaudy dress over her dress.
Delany immediately complained. "Ugh, It's still too tight! Cosette can't you do anything right?!"
Cosette's defense barriers on her long awaiting anger broke, "It wouldn't be so tight if you hadn't gained so much weight!" Cosette immediately put her hand over her mouth not believing she had said that.
Her stepsisters and mother stared at her, aghast that such a remark would come out of the usually soft spoken Cosette. "What did you say?" Cosette had never heard her stepmother's voice so angry.
"I-i..i..i.," Cosette stuttered more surprised then her step family.
Adelaide erupted into giggles, "She said that Delany's dress wouldn't be so tight if she hadn't gained so much weight!"
"Adelaide, stop," Adelaide immediately stopped giggling at her mother's tone, "Cosette, how dare you insult your stepsister like that, she is your better an deserves your total respect. What do you have to say to her?"
"I-I-......." Cosette was speechless still surprised she had actually said it.
Her stepmother's eyes narrowed to little slits and small smirk of triumph crossed her face. " Well since you refuse to apologize I have no option but to punish you."
Cosette paled and whispered, "No...."
"Yes, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let to go to ball tomorrow,"
"NO!" Cosette screamed getting upset, "You can't do that!" tears filled her eyes.
Her stepmother smiled her wicked smile, "I'm afraid I can," she said.
"NO!" Cosette screamed again.
"Give it up Cosette," Delany said deceit dripping from her voice, "You'll never be able to go to a ball, your our servant and servants don't go to balls."
"Shut up you fat cow!" Cosette screamed at her just letting her anger go, "Your ugly and you can't do anything that matters in life and it's a joke to see you trying to get the Prince to notice you. You'll never amount to anything, but an old unmarried HAG!"
And with that Cosette stormed from the room, sobs shaking her body.
This part really isn't that great. I kind of lost Cosette to this other character I'm working with in a totally different story.
