Okay, first off, this ain't mine. Obviously, or I'd know what the kids names were. Secondly, thanks to T.H., J, and meg for listing the names for me, blondy bear for reviewing yet another one of my stories, Dead Poet, for finally reading some of my stuff in her busy schedule ;) (And yes, that certain evil, yet alluring one will be making an appearance, what would one of my stories be without an evil villain? -But not for a while yet.) and avariel (I wasn't thinking when I wrote that or I would have caught it. I write many different things, and sometimes I get my time periods mixed. Let's pretend that she was home schooled by her mother and three aunts and the 'boys at her school were really her seventeen cousins. How's that? Better? I can't believe I missed that! As Blondy Bear or Dead Poet could tell you, I carry lots of stuff around with me to insure consistency and accuracy. {Remember my clipboard?} I dunno, that does irritate me though. Jeez. [Hits herself in the forehead]) Also, I do have a 'particular aversion to romances' (thanks for the quote, Gina!) yet this came to me in a dream, so you all must put up with it :) Happy Reading!!!
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The first thing that I did after dinner was run up to my room, once I was out of sight of Mother, of course, and wash my face and change out of my traveling dress. I pulled my favorite one out of the dresser, and pulled it on. It was green, of course, with none of the frills and lace that were so popular with all her friends back in the city. It had bell sleeves straight out of one of Father's old history books, and a collar that was cut square. That was an accident, because my puppy knocked a bowl over on the table when mother was cutting the material. She had to square it off, so as there wasn't a stain. But the end result was very nice, and paired with the simple A line skirt, it looked like something from the renaissance. After getting re-dressed, I found my boots and laced them up. I pinned my silly hair back from my face, and walked back down the stairs.
The oldest of the Martin girls was standing in the doorway to the outside, peering in. She called to me, and I went over to her. "We've waited on the porch because it was too hot inside. My brother said that you wanted to go into the forest, right?"
I nodded, and she pulled the door open as I stepped out. "You'll have to forgive me," I began, "But I'm terrible with names and I can't remember if you're Susan or Margaret."
She giggled a bit, and said "Margaret, but they call me Meg. You don't have to worry about getting us mixed up, we're used to it by now." She stepped off the porch and onto the driveway. "Come on," she urged. "Nathan's waiting out by the field." I got that funny feeling in my stomach again when she said Nathan's name, but I just pushed it aside, determined to have fun in the new forests.
As Meg and I rounded the house, I could see Nathan sitting under a tall tree. He had his back to us, and looked to be sleeping. I wondered how long he had been there. He still didn't stir as we drew closer, and I saw that he really *was sleeping. Meg poked him with the toe of her boot, and he sat upright, and his hat fell behind him. He looked around, with just his eyes, and then got up and retrieved his hat. He looked at the two of us and smiled, rather sheepishly.
"Come on then. We haven't got all day." He said, then turned on his heel, trying to regain *some dignity. Meg and I looked at each other, giggled, and followed him across the field.
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These forests were just as beautiful and mysterious as the ones back home. Towering trees, bubbling brooks, and I found three toadstool rings. There is one place in particular, however, that stands out above the rest. Beside one of the streams, there was this little place that had been hollowed out by running water. A tree had fallen over into it, and it made a sort of a bench. There was bright green moss all over it, and the ground, all the way up the side of the hollow, and to the waters edge. There were these adorable little purple flowers growing all through it, and little tree seedlings around the edges. As it was dusk, the lightning bugs were beginning to come out, and they made it altogether magical. As I sat on the log, I made up all sorts of stories, mostly about the place I was in. After I was there for a while, watching the stream, Meg ran up to me and said that she was returning to the house, but Nathan would still be out. I nodded, to show that I had heard, and she went off.
Near on fifteen minutes after Meg had gone, I began humming to myself. I first hummed one of the piano pieces that my Mother favored, Fur Elise, by Beethoven. It suited the scene perfectly, but soon I grew tired of it. I hummed nonsense things, until something I recognized came out of my mouth. I couldn't place it, but I knew how it went. It took all the way until I got to the chorus before I realized that it was 'Greensleeves', the piece that my Father had sang to me when I was younger, before he died. He had contracted tuberculosis, and was gone before I could say goodbye. It made my heart heavy to think of him, so I concentrated on the lyrics. After I hummed it once through, I started over, singing softly and twirling about. I pretended that I was the beautiful princess, of whom the song was written, and I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear him approach.
I felt someone enter the little hollow before I heard anything, and I spun around to see who was there. It was Nathan. He had taken his hat off now, since the sun had gone, I supposed, and was leaning against a tree at the edge. I got embarrassed after realizing that he had heard me singing, and my Mother may have a beautiful voice, and so did my Father, but I didn't exactly inherit it. "I like your song." He started, softly, almost wistful. "My mother used to sing it." He looked at his feet and toed the dirt.
Suddenly, I got this overwhelming desire to give him a hug. It was very peculiar, as that had never happened to me before. I'm not a very affectionate person, I heard my Mother saying that to one of her friends once in the city. We went to the city every weekend, so we had many friends there. I frowned, and rocked back and forth for a moment. I wished that I knew what was wrong; perhaps I could do something about it. I took a step forward, then another, then I hesitated for a moment. 'Why?' I asked myself. 'Well, why not." Myself answered. 'Really, you're such a chicken.' Me told I. (Sorry 'bout that. Had ta get it outta me system!~*) I took a determined breath, and went to him (dragging me and myself with her. {Sorry. I'm done now. =/ ~*}). He jumped a little when I put my arms around him, but he didn't hesitate to return the hug. After that, I was lost as to what to do. I decided that the natural thing to do would be to put my head on his shoulder, so I did. (So did me and myself. Okay, okay. I lied. My bad. Hyper-ness abounds!)
We stood like that for a moment, and then Nathan took a deep breath and pulled away. He turned quickly, and brushed one hand across his eyes before turning back. He said, "I came to tell you that it was late, and we should get back."
I nodded, feeling a bit lost, and cast a retreating glance over my shoulder at my Happy Place. (Happy place, Gina! Don't think about Herm and his Father, okay. Just don't. Oh, wait, are you still in your Happy Place?.. No?.. Oh. My bad. Tee-Hee.~*) I followed him, a little ways back, as he grabbed his hat from wherever it was that he had left it. It was only a little after sunset when we reached the house, but it seemed like we had all spent forever in the woods, yet at the same time it felt as if we were hardly there at all. Strange. Nathan went directly to his room on the first floor without even saying anything to me. I was suddenly angry, and flounced up to my room, shutting the door a little harder than I had planned to.
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Okay, how did you all like it? If you do review, which I *know you all will, I'd like a few suggestions on how to write this one out. I have gotten to the part in my dream where I woke up (right after they started to hug.) and now, with my 'particular aversion to romances' I am at a bit of a loss. Please add your two cents. Or three cents. Or, heck! Even a quarter, if you can spare it!
Author
a.k.a. D.S.L.
a.k.a. Lexie Brooklyn (Never feah! Brooklyn is heah!)
a.k.a. Witch Bitch
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The first thing that I did after dinner was run up to my room, once I was out of sight of Mother, of course, and wash my face and change out of my traveling dress. I pulled my favorite one out of the dresser, and pulled it on. It was green, of course, with none of the frills and lace that were so popular with all her friends back in the city. It had bell sleeves straight out of one of Father's old history books, and a collar that was cut square. That was an accident, because my puppy knocked a bowl over on the table when mother was cutting the material. She had to square it off, so as there wasn't a stain. But the end result was very nice, and paired with the simple A line skirt, it looked like something from the renaissance. After getting re-dressed, I found my boots and laced them up. I pinned my silly hair back from my face, and walked back down the stairs.
The oldest of the Martin girls was standing in the doorway to the outside, peering in. She called to me, and I went over to her. "We've waited on the porch because it was too hot inside. My brother said that you wanted to go into the forest, right?"
I nodded, and she pulled the door open as I stepped out. "You'll have to forgive me," I began, "But I'm terrible with names and I can't remember if you're Susan or Margaret."
She giggled a bit, and said "Margaret, but they call me Meg. You don't have to worry about getting us mixed up, we're used to it by now." She stepped off the porch and onto the driveway. "Come on," she urged. "Nathan's waiting out by the field." I got that funny feeling in my stomach again when she said Nathan's name, but I just pushed it aside, determined to have fun in the new forests.
As Meg and I rounded the house, I could see Nathan sitting under a tall tree. He had his back to us, and looked to be sleeping. I wondered how long he had been there. He still didn't stir as we drew closer, and I saw that he really *was sleeping. Meg poked him with the toe of her boot, and he sat upright, and his hat fell behind him. He looked around, with just his eyes, and then got up and retrieved his hat. He looked at the two of us and smiled, rather sheepishly.
"Come on then. We haven't got all day." He said, then turned on his heel, trying to regain *some dignity. Meg and I looked at each other, giggled, and followed him across the field.
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These forests were just as beautiful and mysterious as the ones back home. Towering trees, bubbling brooks, and I found three toadstool rings. There is one place in particular, however, that stands out above the rest. Beside one of the streams, there was this little place that had been hollowed out by running water. A tree had fallen over into it, and it made a sort of a bench. There was bright green moss all over it, and the ground, all the way up the side of the hollow, and to the waters edge. There were these adorable little purple flowers growing all through it, and little tree seedlings around the edges. As it was dusk, the lightning bugs were beginning to come out, and they made it altogether magical. As I sat on the log, I made up all sorts of stories, mostly about the place I was in. After I was there for a while, watching the stream, Meg ran up to me and said that she was returning to the house, but Nathan would still be out. I nodded, to show that I had heard, and she went off.
Near on fifteen minutes after Meg had gone, I began humming to myself. I first hummed one of the piano pieces that my Mother favored, Fur Elise, by Beethoven. It suited the scene perfectly, but soon I grew tired of it. I hummed nonsense things, until something I recognized came out of my mouth. I couldn't place it, but I knew how it went. It took all the way until I got to the chorus before I realized that it was 'Greensleeves', the piece that my Father had sang to me when I was younger, before he died. He had contracted tuberculosis, and was gone before I could say goodbye. It made my heart heavy to think of him, so I concentrated on the lyrics. After I hummed it once through, I started over, singing softly and twirling about. I pretended that I was the beautiful princess, of whom the song was written, and I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear him approach.
I felt someone enter the little hollow before I heard anything, and I spun around to see who was there. It was Nathan. He had taken his hat off now, since the sun had gone, I supposed, and was leaning against a tree at the edge. I got embarrassed after realizing that he had heard me singing, and my Mother may have a beautiful voice, and so did my Father, but I didn't exactly inherit it. "I like your song." He started, softly, almost wistful. "My mother used to sing it." He looked at his feet and toed the dirt.
Suddenly, I got this overwhelming desire to give him a hug. It was very peculiar, as that had never happened to me before. I'm not a very affectionate person, I heard my Mother saying that to one of her friends once in the city. We went to the city every weekend, so we had many friends there. I frowned, and rocked back and forth for a moment. I wished that I knew what was wrong; perhaps I could do something about it. I took a step forward, then another, then I hesitated for a moment. 'Why?' I asked myself. 'Well, why not." Myself answered. 'Really, you're such a chicken.' Me told I. (Sorry 'bout that. Had ta get it outta me system!~*) I took a determined breath, and went to him (dragging me and myself with her. {Sorry. I'm done now. =/ ~*}). He jumped a little when I put my arms around him, but he didn't hesitate to return the hug. After that, I was lost as to what to do. I decided that the natural thing to do would be to put my head on his shoulder, so I did. (So did me and myself. Okay, okay. I lied. My bad. Hyper-ness abounds!)
We stood like that for a moment, and then Nathan took a deep breath and pulled away. He turned quickly, and brushed one hand across his eyes before turning back. He said, "I came to tell you that it was late, and we should get back."
I nodded, feeling a bit lost, and cast a retreating glance over my shoulder at my Happy Place. (Happy place, Gina! Don't think about Herm and his Father, okay. Just don't. Oh, wait, are you still in your Happy Place?.. No?.. Oh. My bad. Tee-Hee.~*) I followed him, a little ways back, as he grabbed his hat from wherever it was that he had left it. It was only a little after sunset when we reached the house, but it seemed like we had all spent forever in the woods, yet at the same time it felt as if we were hardly there at all. Strange. Nathan went directly to his room on the first floor without even saying anything to me. I was suddenly angry, and flounced up to my room, shutting the door a little harder than I had planned to.
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Okay, how did you all like it? If you do review, which I *know you all will, I'd like a few suggestions on how to write this one out. I have gotten to the part in my dream where I woke up (right after they started to hug.) and now, with my 'particular aversion to romances' I am at a bit of a loss. Please add your two cents. Or three cents. Or, heck! Even a quarter, if you can spare it!
Author
a.k.a. D.S.L.
a.k.a. Lexie Brooklyn (Never feah! Brooklyn is heah!)
a.k.a. Witch Bitch
