Alright.to the immortal person, I admit I did borrow or whatever the
beginning to some other authors story. But the rest will be purely me. And
if it is somehow still like his or hers, then we must be twins separated at
birth cuz it'll be all me. And so I give this statement now:
THIS FIRST CHAPTER GENERAL OUTLINE (with exception of the weird sisters part) WAS BASED ON ANOTHER AUTHOR UNKNOWN! I MUST GIVE THEM RECOGNITION! BUT ALL FROM HERE ON FORWARD WILL BE ME!!!
And if I lose some fans then too bad. Cuz I think this story is going to be really cool.
Chapter 2
I've only blacked out a handful of times but each time I hate it. I mean it. I just don't like the feeling that I missed something in the whatever amount of time I was out. And this time especially, because of the whole situation. So when I woke up however long later it was not pretty.
I opened my eyes to see the usual, you know, the top of my frilly canopy bed but when I looked around I almost died right there.
I was in a room that looked like it was from a movie from Jesse's time. Seriously, it had a vintage dresser and a vintage brush set on it. My bed was stacked up with this humongous comforter and the curtains were closed so it was really dark. I reached to try and find a lamp or something but I found no light switch anywhere. I was officially freaked out by then but you know what took the cake?
When a housemaid in an old-fashioned maid dress walked in.
"Well good morning Miss Simon. Have a good night's rest?"
I just stared at her like some mute retard. I swear, I don't know how people live with me.
"I suppose that is a yes. Well you had better wake up. Your father is waiting for you to come down to breakfast. As soon as you have finished, return to your room and I'll have a hot bath drawn for you."
I nodded and walked out of the door. My mind, as you can imagine, was in absolute disarray. I had no clue what my name was anymore. Wait, that lady just called me Miss Simon. I've heard that before. Oh yeah, that was my last name.
I walked down a beautiful staircase into an entrance hall. I was taking in my surroundings when a little girl ran out of the room to the left.
"Suzie! Suzie! You're up!"
When it finally clicked in my head that my name was Susannah Simon I was about to tell her the name was Suze, but it was thrown out of my train of thoughts as she jumped on me and gave me a bone-crushing hug.
"Suzie! The cook made our favorite breakfast this morning!"
I was then dragged to a huge dining hall where I was greeted by a really big painting that consisted of a handsome man, a lovely woman, the girl calling me Suzie and ME! I didn't even notice the large dining table that was laying before me until the woman from the painting asked," Well, our little sleeping beauty has finally chosen to wake up. Good morning sweetie. How was your night?"
I said in a very squeaky voice," Fine."
The woman smiled and replied," That's wonderful! Come girls, sit down, have some toast with marmalade."
And with that I plopped down in the seat next to the cute little girl and mechanically began to eat whatever was in front of me. And as I ate it all clicked.
I knew where I was, it was obvious; I was in Jesse's time. Not that I found this out on my own. Nope, I found out by looking at the date in the corner of the newspaper the man at the table was holding. It read: January 5, 1850. It then clicked all the rest together. These people were my family. I still didn't know their names or anything but I made that the first of my priorities.
But until that time they were Mother, Father and sister.
After breakfast I ran up the stairs to my "room" to be greeted by the housemaid.
"Your bath has been drawn Miss Simon."
"Thank you. Um, I forgot your name. I bumped my head last night so I think it did something."
The maid looked a bit frightened," Miss Simon! Why did you not tell me before! I would of informed your mother and she would have a doctor down here as soon as possible!"
"No! That's fine! I'm just having a horrible time with names. What's yours again?"
The maid still looked frightened but replied," Lenora, Lenora Platt."
"Oh! Riiiiiiiiiight! Now I remember. My mind just went black for a second there."
The maid nodded and said," Perhaps a bath will help you."
After my bath I was told I'd be accompanying a visit with good friends of my father. I was all fine with it.until she pulled out the dress.
It was almost the exact same dress I'd seen Maria Diego wearing, except it looked a lot less frilly and was a baby blue. But it still had the hoop skirt and all. Sucky, I know.
I asked Lenora," Is it really necessary to wear that?"
She looked kinda amused as she said," Would you rather go out naked?"
I thought about it, took me a while but eventually I answered no.
"Alright then, I'll lace up your new corset from your father."
I seriously paled," C-Corset?"
"Yes. They are very popular in England."
A soon as she laced the first string I knew I'd hate life in 1850. I mean, no dentists, no movies, no pizza; what was wrong with this place!
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She seemed satisfied enough, when my waist was a thin as a pole and I could barely breath, to stop pulling and tightening and to tie it up.
Man, I think I know why Maria Diego was so bitchy when we met. I hate these corset thingys. They suck majorly.
When I was all laced, dressed and curled, I was taken to the front door where I met up with my father and my little sister who looked like she was going along to visit these people too. I smiled sweetly, well as sweetly someone can when they can't breath, and my father smiled back and replied," Well, you seem to be in good mood this morning Susannah."
"I am Da- Father."
He smiled and turned to the little girl," Well, Anna? Would you like to sit in front with your loving father?"
Anna made a face and said," No!"
She then ran over to me, grabbed my arm and replied," I'm staying in back with Suzie. She's fun!"
I smiled but inside, this is what was really happening:
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MORE DEMON CHILDREN! GET'EM AWAY!
Hey, you'd say the same thing if you were in my particular situation.
So here I was, stuck in the back of a smelly, moldy, bumpy old stagecoach with little Miss Hyper herself. Honestly, she sure is hyper for a kid who's never heard of soda.
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Well, you guys are reviewing that you need more so here it is. Sorry if it's short.
THIS FIRST CHAPTER GENERAL OUTLINE (with exception of the weird sisters part) WAS BASED ON ANOTHER AUTHOR UNKNOWN! I MUST GIVE THEM RECOGNITION! BUT ALL FROM HERE ON FORWARD WILL BE ME!!!
And if I lose some fans then too bad. Cuz I think this story is going to be really cool.
Chapter 2
I've only blacked out a handful of times but each time I hate it. I mean it. I just don't like the feeling that I missed something in the whatever amount of time I was out. And this time especially, because of the whole situation. So when I woke up however long later it was not pretty.
I opened my eyes to see the usual, you know, the top of my frilly canopy bed but when I looked around I almost died right there.
I was in a room that looked like it was from a movie from Jesse's time. Seriously, it had a vintage dresser and a vintage brush set on it. My bed was stacked up with this humongous comforter and the curtains were closed so it was really dark. I reached to try and find a lamp or something but I found no light switch anywhere. I was officially freaked out by then but you know what took the cake?
When a housemaid in an old-fashioned maid dress walked in.
"Well good morning Miss Simon. Have a good night's rest?"
I just stared at her like some mute retard. I swear, I don't know how people live with me.
"I suppose that is a yes. Well you had better wake up. Your father is waiting for you to come down to breakfast. As soon as you have finished, return to your room and I'll have a hot bath drawn for you."
I nodded and walked out of the door. My mind, as you can imagine, was in absolute disarray. I had no clue what my name was anymore. Wait, that lady just called me Miss Simon. I've heard that before. Oh yeah, that was my last name.
I walked down a beautiful staircase into an entrance hall. I was taking in my surroundings when a little girl ran out of the room to the left.
"Suzie! Suzie! You're up!"
When it finally clicked in my head that my name was Susannah Simon I was about to tell her the name was Suze, but it was thrown out of my train of thoughts as she jumped on me and gave me a bone-crushing hug.
"Suzie! The cook made our favorite breakfast this morning!"
I was then dragged to a huge dining hall where I was greeted by a really big painting that consisted of a handsome man, a lovely woman, the girl calling me Suzie and ME! I didn't even notice the large dining table that was laying before me until the woman from the painting asked," Well, our little sleeping beauty has finally chosen to wake up. Good morning sweetie. How was your night?"
I said in a very squeaky voice," Fine."
The woman smiled and replied," That's wonderful! Come girls, sit down, have some toast with marmalade."
And with that I plopped down in the seat next to the cute little girl and mechanically began to eat whatever was in front of me. And as I ate it all clicked.
I knew where I was, it was obvious; I was in Jesse's time. Not that I found this out on my own. Nope, I found out by looking at the date in the corner of the newspaper the man at the table was holding. It read: January 5, 1850. It then clicked all the rest together. These people were my family. I still didn't know their names or anything but I made that the first of my priorities.
But until that time they were Mother, Father and sister.
After breakfast I ran up the stairs to my "room" to be greeted by the housemaid.
"Your bath has been drawn Miss Simon."
"Thank you. Um, I forgot your name. I bumped my head last night so I think it did something."
The maid looked a bit frightened," Miss Simon! Why did you not tell me before! I would of informed your mother and she would have a doctor down here as soon as possible!"
"No! That's fine! I'm just having a horrible time with names. What's yours again?"
The maid still looked frightened but replied," Lenora, Lenora Platt."
"Oh! Riiiiiiiiiight! Now I remember. My mind just went black for a second there."
The maid nodded and said," Perhaps a bath will help you."
After my bath I was told I'd be accompanying a visit with good friends of my father. I was all fine with it.until she pulled out the dress.
It was almost the exact same dress I'd seen Maria Diego wearing, except it looked a lot less frilly and was a baby blue. But it still had the hoop skirt and all. Sucky, I know.
I asked Lenora," Is it really necessary to wear that?"
She looked kinda amused as she said," Would you rather go out naked?"
I thought about it, took me a while but eventually I answered no.
"Alright then, I'll lace up your new corset from your father."
I seriously paled," C-Corset?"
"Yes. They are very popular in England."
A soon as she laced the first string I knew I'd hate life in 1850. I mean, no dentists, no movies, no pizza; what was wrong with this place!
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She seemed satisfied enough, when my waist was a thin as a pole and I could barely breath, to stop pulling and tightening and to tie it up.
Man, I think I know why Maria Diego was so bitchy when we met. I hate these corset thingys. They suck majorly.
When I was all laced, dressed and curled, I was taken to the front door where I met up with my father and my little sister who looked like she was going along to visit these people too. I smiled sweetly, well as sweetly someone can when they can't breath, and my father smiled back and replied," Well, you seem to be in good mood this morning Susannah."
"I am Da- Father."
He smiled and turned to the little girl," Well, Anna? Would you like to sit in front with your loving father?"
Anna made a face and said," No!"
She then ran over to me, grabbed my arm and replied," I'm staying in back with Suzie. She's fun!"
I smiled but inside, this is what was really happening:
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MORE DEMON CHILDREN! GET'EM AWAY!
Hey, you'd say the same thing if you were in my particular situation.
So here I was, stuck in the back of a smelly, moldy, bumpy old stagecoach with little Miss Hyper herself. Honestly, she sure is hyper for a kid who's never heard of soda.
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Well, you guys are reviewing that you need more so here it is. Sorry if it's short.