A/N: Same drill, you know what I mean.
1 Her World
Maureen kept on walking through the dark streets that surrounded the Alley Cat. With tears rolling down her eyes she kept on walking. Maureen lifted her hand to brush them away only to find more streaming down. She looked at the area surrounding her, the walls that started to crumble to rock and dust.
"Just like my life," she thought bitterly.
Maureen came to an area of the city that was known as "Poor Town". Once she reached the dank boarding house that was turning an ugly shade of green- brown. The house smelled of over-cooked cabbage. Maureen held her breath as she climbed up stairs until she got to the floor where her room was situated. Finally breathing again she opened the door of her room. Stepping in she looked at the world she lived in. "Some world too," she thought acidly. The walls had faded red wallpaper that must have survived the Victorian era, and the wooden floors had almost worn down to their last inch. There was a closet beside the door that was only about two feet wide with no doors to close it, a dresser that had only three drawers and beside the dresser an old four-post bed that had seen better days.
The only thing that Maureen liked about her room was the window that faced out to an old peaceful graveyard that has grass and flowers blooming all over the place. Maureen could sit there for hours on the old wooden chair that she kept just for that purpose. It was the only joy that she could get out of her day. It took her mind away from her unpleasant job, the awful smells from her boarding house, the noise that came from all the other rooms, and life itself. Just sitting by the window she could imagine her dreary life away.
"Is this what my life will be life? Just rotting away not being cared by anyone?" she thought sadly.
Maureen walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She shuffled though some of her old raggy clothes and pulled out a worn photograph. She sat down on her bed and looked thoughtfully at it. It was a picture of her, her older brothers Alexander and Liam and her parents, Sheena and John. At the time Maureen was about nine years old, Alexander 11, and Liam 15, it was taken in front of her old house in Ireland where she lived up until she was 10 years old.
Soon after the picture was taken Maureen's parents died from pneumonia, leaving the children to fend for themselves. Liam worked hard to avoid his siblings from starving and sometimes he just barely made it. Then he was told about the United States, all the job offers that were available and a chance for the children to grow up nicely. Three weeks after Maureen's tenth birthday they boarded a ship as third class passengers on their way to America. After four weeks they reached their destination. Stepping out of the crowded ship was one of the best memories that Maureen had in her life.
Her brother's soon found imployment to keep food on the table and so that Maureen could attend school; they did not want their wee sister to grow up a dunce. She would be an intelligent woman with a chance to make something of herself, they would see to that. She was there first priority, though they did tease her a lot she loved them with all her heart, they were her only family.
Making a new life was hard at first, Maureen soon adjusted made friends and eventually lost her Irish accent (it only visits from time-to-time especially when she is angry). When Maureen was about fifteen tragedy struck. Both of her brothers were killed in an accident that happened in the factory that they were working in. Because Maureen did not have any money, a woman kicked her out of the place Maureen and her brothers made a home, without even a penny or an ounce of food.
After being on the streets for nearly a month she made a decision, she would have to work to be able to live. After all, that's what her brothers wanted for her. She found a bar that needed a waitress so she was hired. Soon after she came to live in the dump where she had stayed for four years. "And I'm probably never going to leave it, I will rot away into old age here and die alone, lonely and miserable," she said out loud, seeing how dramatic her words would sound out in the open. Then laughed at her self when she thought that she sounded a bit like Emily Dickinson would have.
Getting up from the bed where she had been looking at the picture she placed it back in the spot where she had found it, leaving it for another day. Walking over to her sitting chair, Maureen picked up a book she had borrowed from the library and attempted to read it.
After a couple of pages a face popped into her mind, the one of that pilot that wouldn't leave her alone. With frustration she tried to read again when his faced came again. "What is wrong with you lass?" she said to herself in a mad tone, the old Irish coming into her voice. "Oh my Lord," she thought, "I am attracted to him! No, no, I can't be, I wont be!" she said, determined to stick to her word.
When about to go back to her book she heard a knock at the door. Maureen got up off her chair, placed the book back down and walked the short distance to her door. Opening the door a crack she peeked through. "Oh, what the hell do you want?!" she asked exasperated.
"I just wanted to talk," Rafe McCaully said on the other side of the door, waiting patiently.
So should I go on? Does this story suck beyond belief or is it good? Please R&R because the more reviews I get the more encouraged I will be to write more for the story.
1 Her World
Maureen kept on walking through the dark streets that surrounded the Alley Cat. With tears rolling down her eyes she kept on walking. Maureen lifted her hand to brush them away only to find more streaming down. She looked at the area surrounding her, the walls that started to crumble to rock and dust.
"Just like my life," she thought bitterly.
Maureen came to an area of the city that was known as "Poor Town". Once she reached the dank boarding house that was turning an ugly shade of green- brown. The house smelled of over-cooked cabbage. Maureen held her breath as she climbed up stairs until she got to the floor where her room was situated. Finally breathing again she opened the door of her room. Stepping in she looked at the world she lived in. "Some world too," she thought acidly. The walls had faded red wallpaper that must have survived the Victorian era, and the wooden floors had almost worn down to their last inch. There was a closet beside the door that was only about two feet wide with no doors to close it, a dresser that had only three drawers and beside the dresser an old four-post bed that had seen better days.
The only thing that Maureen liked about her room was the window that faced out to an old peaceful graveyard that has grass and flowers blooming all over the place. Maureen could sit there for hours on the old wooden chair that she kept just for that purpose. It was the only joy that she could get out of her day. It took her mind away from her unpleasant job, the awful smells from her boarding house, the noise that came from all the other rooms, and life itself. Just sitting by the window she could imagine her dreary life away.
"Is this what my life will be life? Just rotting away not being cared by anyone?" she thought sadly.
Maureen walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She shuffled though some of her old raggy clothes and pulled out a worn photograph. She sat down on her bed and looked thoughtfully at it. It was a picture of her, her older brothers Alexander and Liam and her parents, Sheena and John. At the time Maureen was about nine years old, Alexander 11, and Liam 15, it was taken in front of her old house in Ireland where she lived up until she was 10 years old.
Soon after the picture was taken Maureen's parents died from pneumonia, leaving the children to fend for themselves. Liam worked hard to avoid his siblings from starving and sometimes he just barely made it. Then he was told about the United States, all the job offers that were available and a chance for the children to grow up nicely. Three weeks after Maureen's tenth birthday they boarded a ship as third class passengers on their way to America. After four weeks they reached their destination. Stepping out of the crowded ship was one of the best memories that Maureen had in her life.
Her brother's soon found imployment to keep food on the table and so that Maureen could attend school; they did not want their wee sister to grow up a dunce. She would be an intelligent woman with a chance to make something of herself, they would see to that. She was there first priority, though they did tease her a lot she loved them with all her heart, they were her only family.
Making a new life was hard at first, Maureen soon adjusted made friends and eventually lost her Irish accent (it only visits from time-to-time especially when she is angry). When Maureen was about fifteen tragedy struck. Both of her brothers were killed in an accident that happened in the factory that they were working in. Because Maureen did not have any money, a woman kicked her out of the place Maureen and her brothers made a home, without even a penny or an ounce of food.
After being on the streets for nearly a month she made a decision, she would have to work to be able to live. After all, that's what her brothers wanted for her. She found a bar that needed a waitress so she was hired. Soon after she came to live in the dump where she had stayed for four years. "And I'm probably never going to leave it, I will rot away into old age here and die alone, lonely and miserable," she said out loud, seeing how dramatic her words would sound out in the open. Then laughed at her self when she thought that she sounded a bit like Emily Dickinson would have.
Getting up from the bed where she had been looking at the picture she placed it back in the spot where she had found it, leaving it for another day. Walking over to her sitting chair, Maureen picked up a book she had borrowed from the library and attempted to read it.
After a couple of pages a face popped into her mind, the one of that pilot that wouldn't leave her alone. With frustration she tried to read again when his faced came again. "What is wrong with you lass?" she said to herself in a mad tone, the old Irish coming into her voice. "Oh my Lord," she thought, "I am attracted to him! No, no, I can't be, I wont be!" she said, determined to stick to her word.
When about to go back to her book she heard a knock at the door. Maureen got up off her chair, placed the book back down and walked the short distance to her door. Opening the door a crack she peeked through. "Oh, what the hell do you want?!" she asked exasperated.
"I just wanted to talk," Rafe McCaully said on the other side of the door, waiting patiently.
So should I go on? Does this story suck beyond belief or is it good? Please R&R because the more reviews I get the more encouraged I will be to write more for the story.