Maria's Story: Being Me
Disclaimer: The Plot and Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox, However Maria's Thoughts are mine.
Written by: Maria's Georg
Authors Note* I included the 3 deleted scenes from the film, info I learned and info I made up. Also this is a working story, and a working tittle! Enjoy Reading and Please Review it! Feel free to e-mail me~!
Apology Note* I originally planned on posting this chapter on Monday but it got delayed to very early Thursday. Sorry about that, I finally got those wonderful reviews.and guess what I would like 5 more please for the next chapter. You can all thank Kylie for corrupting my mind. LOL. Well.without further adieu I present to you the longest chapter of my story! Read and Review!
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Chapter 13: Open Your Eyes, To The Clear Air Around You.
Weeks later, after our first singing lesson. I've sucessfully taught the eager Liesl to play the guitar. We've also had several talks about her relationship with Rolfe. I've been sucessful in teaching the children how to sing properly as well. I think they enjoy it as much as I do! My time with the von Trapp children has made me grateful that I've come here, I know this time hasn't been wasted. I'm fullfilling Reverand Mother's request and hoping to restore that precious bond to Captain von Trapp and his children. I've enjoyed the freedom that I have here, and I know that I'll miss that when I return to the Abbey.
It's been a month since the Captain left for his trip to Vienna, and I know the children must miss him very much. Today I decided to take the children on another outing, but I've decided to use the canoe down in the lake for our transporation. I was thinking of teaching the children how to swim, I'm sure the older ones know how to swim but one may never know. Right now we are having a resting along the bend of the river, were we've stopped our boat.
"Come on!" I yell as I gesture the children to stop along the road. Sitting around is getting to me and I'm looking for some action. They gather to me, in about a minute.
"This is the spot I was talking about!"
"What are we going to do?" Inquired Marta.
"Climb!" I said showing them the giant trees, I used to climb as a child. And still do. I demonstrated on the Art of Climbing Tress and in no time flat the older one's had the hang of it and were dangiling freely. As for Marta and Gretl, I insisted they stay on the ground, to prevent any horrible accidents. Thankfully for me they were content on staying on the ground, due to the fact they were both frightened from falling so high in a tree.
About a half hour later, the children have master the Art of Tree Climbing. We've been having a wonderful time just enjoying the trees and the spectaicluar view from them. Gretl and Marta are playing cards down below, I check every once in a while to make sure there safe and happy down there.
A car passes by, dust from the road flyes everywhere disturbed from it's place by the car. The children don't seem to notice, but I know this street well and cars seldom pass by here. About 20 mintues after the car passes by, the children lose there interest in climbing trees and we decided to go back to the villa. I gather up the children and we race to the edge of the lake where we had left the canoe. The boys steer, and on our ride back we practice our singing and I point out wonderful scenes to the children. As we approach the Villa, I listen to the children's unorginaized version of Do Re Mi. I smile at them, the've learned to lossen up and begun to act like normal children.
"Papa."
"Father!" The children begin to stand up and wave to him, I know the Captain has finally returned.
"Papa!"
"Oh, look it's your father." I say to Little Gretl beside me. Clasp my hands together, excitedly. I smile. I stand with the children to see the Captain standing at the open Gate waiting for us.
"Oh! Oh Captain. Your Home!" The boat begins to rock from the uneven pressure and before I know it the children have all fallen out of the boat, and me with them. The cool water surrounds me like a blanket, making me mess my youthful days as a child when I used swim with my father. Rising again I look to see if the little ones have surfaced yet, when I notice Louisa carring little Gretl. And Marta has risen on her own.
"Come out of that water at once!" I watch as the captain angerly flings the gate open, the children seem to be having a good time despite his yelling. I notice a tall blonde woman, skinny with her long hair pinned up into an eleagant tradtional fashion. I know she's the Baroness.
"Oh! You must be Baroness Schrader!"
I follow the children, draging the boat behind me. The children, ares soaking wet laughing and smiling and then that silly whistle sounds. Making everyone stop their regular banter. I watch they all run into line and I lock the boat back to it's resting place.
"Straight line!" I jump at his voice , driping wet I watch as he looks over everyone of his children. He stopbs by Lousia and pulls of her scarf. This sends chills down my spine, that man is too intimdateing.
"This is Baroness Schrader.and these are my children."
"How do you do?"
"All, right. Go inside, dry off, clean up, change your clothes, report back here! Immediately!" Oh how horrible! He needs to start treating those children like children instead of silly little troops of his!
I frown. Um.
Walking dripping wet I follow them until the captain stops me.
"Fraulein, you will stay here please!" I stop. Well, if he wants a war, a war is what he's going to get!
"I, uh, think I'd better go see what Max is up to." I feel the Baroness leave and I turn to confront the Captain. Sighing.
"Now, Fraulein. I want a trueful answer from you." I have no intention of telling him anything less than the truth. I'll give him the truth, at how he's treating his children.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Is it possible or could I have just imagined it - have my children by any chance been climbing trees today?" ahh.the lovely car. On it's quiet drive through the country.
"Yes, Captain."
"I see." He holds up Lousia's scarf and I know exactly what he's going to ask next.
"And where, may I ask, did they get these, uh, these, uh.?" Smiling broadly, I answer.
"Playclothes."
"Oh, is that what you all them?"
"I made them - from the drapes that used to hang in my bedroom."
"Drapes!" He was right in my face, trying to imtimidate me. I didn't bat an eye. It was important for me not to lose my temper, but he's so infureating! Instead I smiled.
"They still had plenty of wear left. The children have been everywhere in them." Pushing him further, I needed to this issue out into the open. I needed for him to do more than just acknowledge his children.
"Do you mean to tell me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg dressed up in nothing but some old drapes?!" He's GOT IT! My face was inches away from his, I wanted to stand up to him just like the children had'nt been able to. I wanted him to known that his children needed to be children.
"Mm- hmm. And having a marvelous time!"
"They have uniforms!"
"Straightjackets, if you'll forgive me." We are shouting now, but I don't care. I want to shout! It's all out in the open now! I care about those children and I know he does too, he just has to open up his eyes to them.
"Children cannot do all the things they're supposed to do if they have to worry about spoiling their precious clothes all the."
"I havn't heard them complain yet."
"Well they won't dare! They love you too much, they fear you too much."
"I don't wish you to discuss my children in this manner." Too late for that!
"Well, you've got to hear from someone!"
"I said I don't want to hear anymore from you about my children!" Ooh! I'm not leaving until he listens to me and actually hears me out!
"I know you don't! But you've got to!" I yell, loudly. I finally have his attention, I think he's a bit taken back by it. I can't believe how infuriating and stuborn this man is! It's so furstruation he's not listening to me or more importantly he's not listening to his children. After that outburst, I finally caught him off guard long enough to countinue my assault.
"Now, take Liesl.."
"You will not say one word about Liesl, Fraulein." I continue ignoring that last comment, like he did when I asked him about the playtime. He's got to understand, I feel the only way I can make him understand is to tell him how the children feel.
"She's not a child anymore. One of these days you're going to wake up and find she's a woman. You won't even know her. And Friedrich, he's a boy but whats to be a man like you and there's no one to show him how!"
"Don't you dare tell me about my son!"
"Brigitta could tell you about him if you let her get close to you. She notices everything." "Fraulein."
"And Kurt pretend's he's touch not to show how hurt he is when you brush him aside."
"That will do!"
"That way you do all of them. Louisa I don't know about."
"I said that will do!" I had no intention of giving up now!
"But someone has to find out about her and the little ones they just want to be loved. Oh please, Captain! Love them, love them all!"
"I don't care to hear anything further from you about my children!'
"I am not finished yet, Captain!"
"Oh, yes. You are Captain!" If I wasn't so angry I'd laugh.
"Fraulein. Now. You will pack your things this minute."
"The hills are alive."
"And return to the abbey." Leave?! NO I don't want to leave?! This is horrible!
"What's that?"
"Ah-Ah-Ah!"
"It's singing." I simply state the obvious.
"With songs they have sung."
"Yes, I realize it's singing but who is singing?" Oh! Might as well tell him it's no use, now.
"For a thousand years." I sigh. I sincerely hope he doesn't punish the children, it's the last thing they need.
"The Children."
"The Children?"
"The hills fill my heart."
"I taught them something to sing for the Baroness." At that he leaves, I have a feeling of terrible punishment of those stupid whistles!
Disclaimer: The Plot and Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox, However Maria's Thoughts are mine.
Written by: Maria's Georg
Authors Note* I included the 3 deleted scenes from the film, info I learned and info I made up. Also this is a working story, and a working tittle! Enjoy Reading and Please Review it! Feel free to e-mail me~!
Apology Note* I originally planned on posting this chapter on Monday but it got delayed to very early Thursday. Sorry about that, I finally got those wonderful reviews.and guess what I would like 5 more please for the next chapter. You can all thank Kylie for corrupting my mind. LOL. Well.without further adieu I present to you the longest chapter of my story! Read and Review!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 13: Open Your Eyes, To The Clear Air Around You.
Weeks later, after our first singing lesson. I've sucessfully taught the eager Liesl to play the guitar. We've also had several talks about her relationship with Rolfe. I've been sucessful in teaching the children how to sing properly as well. I think they enjoy it as much as I do! My time with the von Trapp children has made me grateful that I've come here, I know this time hasn't been wasted. I'm fullfilling Reverand Mother's request and hoping to restore that precious bond to Captain von Trapp and his children. I've enjoyed the freedom that I have here, and I know that I'll miss that when I return to the Abbey.
It's been a month since the Captain left for his trip to Vienna, and I know the children must miss him very much. Today I decided to take the children on another outing, but I've decided to use the canoe down in the lake for our transporation. I was thinking of teaching the children how to swim, I'm sure the older ones know how to swim but one may never know. Right now we are having a resting along the bend of the river, were we've stopped our boat.
"Come on!" I yell as I gesture the children to stop along the road. Sitting around is getting to me and I'm looking for some action. They gather to me, in about a minute.
"This is the spot I was talking about!"
"What are we going to do?" Inquired Marta.
"Climb!" I said showing them the giant trees, I used to climb as a child. And still do. I demonstrated on the Art of Climbing Tress and in no time flat the older one's had the hang of it and were dangiling freely. As for Marta and Gretl, I insisted they stay on the ground, to prevent any horrible accidents. Thankfully for me they were content on staying on the ground, due to the fact they were both frightened from falling so high in a tree.
About a half hour later, the children have master the Art of Tree Climbing. We've been having a wonderful time just enjoying the trees and the spectaicluar view from them. Gretl and Marta are playing cards down below, I check every once in a while to make sure there safe and happy down there.
A car passes by, dust from the road flyes everywhere disturbed from it's place by the car. The children don't seem to notice, but I know this street well and cars seldom pass by here. About 20 mintues after the car passes by, the children lose there interest in climbing trees and we decided to go back to the villa. I gather up the children and we race to the edge of the lake where we had left the canoe. The boys steer, and on our ride back we practice our singing and I point out wonderful scenes to the children. As we approach the Villa, I listen to the children's unorginaized version of Do Re Mi. I smile at them, the've learned to lossen up and begun to act like normal children.
"Papa."
"Father!" The children begin to stand up and wave to him, I know the Captain has finally returned.
"Papa!"
"Oh, look it's your father." I say to Little Gretl beside me. Clasp my hands together, excitedly. I smile. I stand with the children to see the Captain standing at the open Gate waiting for us.
"Oh! Oh Captain. Your Home!" The boat begins to rock from the uneven pressure and before I know it the children have all fallen out of the boat, and me with them. The cool water surrounds me like a blanket, making me mess my youthful days as a child when I used swim with my father. Rising again I look to see if the little ones have surfaced yet, when I notice Louisa carring little Gretl. And Marta has risen on her own.
"Come out of that water at once!" I watch as the captain angerly flings the gate open, the children seem to be having a good time despite his yelling. I notice a tall blonde woman, skinny with her long hair pinned up into an eleagant tradtional fashion. I know she's the Baroness.
"Oh! You must be Baroness Schrader!"
I follow the children, draging the boat behind me. The children, ares soaking wet laughing and smiling and then that silly whistle sounds. Making everyone stop their regular banter. I watch they all run into line and I lock the boat back to it's resting place.
"Straight line!" I jump at his voice , driping wet I watch as he looks over everyone of his children. He stopbs by Lousia and pulls of her scarf. This sends chills down my spine, that man is too intimdateing.
"This is Baroness Schrader.and these are my children."
"How do you do?"
"All, right. Go inside, dry off, clean up, change your clothes, report back here! Immediately!" Oh how horrible! He needs to start treating those children like children instead of silly little troops of his!
I frown. Um.
Walking dripping wet I follow them until the captain stops me.
"Fraulein, you will stay here please!" I stop. Well, if he wants a war, a war is what he's going to get!
"I, uh, think I'd better go see what Max is up to." I feel the Baroness leave and I turn to confront the Captain. Sighing.
"Now, Fraulein. I want a trueful answer from you." I have no intention of telling him anything less than the truth. I'll give him the truth, at how he's treating his children.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Is it possible or could I have just imagined it - have my children by any chance been climbing trees today?" ahh.the lovely car. On it's quiet drive through the country.
"Yes, Captain."
"I see." He holds up Lousia's scarf and I know exactly what he's going to ask next.
"And where, may I ask, did they get these, uh, these, uh.?" Smiling broadly, I answer.
"Playclothes."
"Oh, is that what you all them?"
"I made them - from the drapes that used to hang in my bedroom."
"Drapes!" He was right in my face, trying to imtimidate me. I didn't bat an eye. It was important for me not to lose my temper, but he's so infureating! Instead I smiled.
"They still had plenty of wear left. The children have been everywhere in them." Pushing him further, I needed to this issue out into the open. I needed for him to do more than just acknowledge his children.
"Do you mean to tell me that my children have been roaming about Salzburg dressed up in nothing but some old drapes?!" He's GOT IT! My face was inches away from his, I wanted to stand up to him just like the children had'nt been able to. I wanted him to known that his children needed to be children.
"Mm- hmm. And having a marvelous time!"
"They have uniforms!"
"Straightjackets, if you'll forgive me." We are shouting now, but I don't care. I want to shout! It's all out in the open now! I care about those children and I know he does too, he just has to open up his eyes to them.
"Children cannot do all the things they're supposed to do if they have to worry about spoiling their precious clothes all the."
"I havn't heard them complain yet."
"Well they won't dare! They love you too much, they fear you too much."
"I don't wish you to discuss my children in this manner." Too late for that!
"Well, you've got to hear from someone!"
"I said I don't want to hear anymore from you about my children!" Ooh! I'm not leaving until he listens to me and actually hears me out!
"I know you don't! But you've got to!" I yell, loudly. I finally have his attention, I think he's a bit taken back by it. I can't believe how infuriating and stuborn this man is! It's so furstruation he's not listening to me or more importantly he's not listening to his children. After that outburst, I finally caught him off guard long enough to countinue my assault.
"Now, take Liesl.."
"You will not say one word about Liesl, Fraulein." I continue ignoring that last comment, like he did when I asked him about the playtime. He's got to understand, I feel the only way I can make him understand is to tell him how the children feel.
"She's not a child anymore. One of these days you're going to wake up and find she's a woman. You won't even know her. And Friedrich, he's a boy but whats to be a man like you and there's no one to show him how!"
"Don't you dare tell me about my son!"
"Brigitta could tell you about him if you let her get close to you. She notices everything." "Fraulein."
"And Kurt pretend's he's touch not to show how hurt he is when you brush him aside."
"That will do!"
"That way you do all of them. Louisa I don't know about."
"I said that will do!" I had no intention of giving up now!
"But someone has to find out about her and the little ones they just want to be loved. Oh please, Captain! Love them, love them all!"
"I don't care to hear anything further from you about my children!'
"I am not finished yet, Captain!"
"Oh, yes. You are Captain!" If I wasn't so angry I'd laugh.
"Fraulein. Now. You will pack your things this minute."
"The hills are alive."
"And return to the abbey." Leave?! NO I don't want to leave?! This is horrible!
"What's that?"
"Ah-Ah-Ah!"
"It's singing." I simply state the obvious.
"With songs they have sung."
"Yes, I realize it's singing but who is singing?" Oh! Might as well tell him it's no use, now.
"For a thousand years." I sigh. I sincerely hope he doesn't punish the children, it's the last thing they need.
"The Children."
"The Children?"
"The hills fill my heart."
"I taught them something to sing for the Baroness." At that he leaves, I have a feeling of terrible punishment of those stupid whistles!