Chapter 1 - Not What I Want Too Be
Serenity looked at her pale face in the mirror, her yes were gleaming back at her. She was a 13-year-old girl in a world of riches, away from poverty and sickness. But in her eyes was not content, in her eyes was a dream of something more . . .
Serenity picked up her silver comb and brushed it lightly through the light chestnut hair, which trailed down her back. She took it out and looked at it and then run her finger across it and put it down on her desk, which was lined with expensive items.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the girl turned around and stood up, uncrossing her long cream-blue dress. "Miss Serenity?" came a maid's voice from the door.
"Y-yes?" Serenity said, she was running her hands through her hair as the comb never did a good job of getting it tidy.
"May i come in? Are you ready?"
"Yes, come in" Serenity sighed, trying to make herself look presentable. The door opened slowly and Téa, her maid, entered.
"Your mother requests you meet her in the hall, i said i would come and get you if you were ready" Téa said politely.
Serenity nodded, "Let's go then" she said and made her way out of the room followed by Téa, who shut the door firmly behind her. When they entered the hall Serenity's mother was waiting for her by the door. Serenity's mother was the proper Victorian woman, unlike Serenity, she had neat ringlets and a frilly rose dress, but most of all, also unlike serenity, Mrs Wheeler understood her place as a woman.
"Good morning darling" Her mother greeted her, and swept out her arms. "Oh my, what happened to your hair?" Serenity checked her hair to see what had gone wrong, it was true, it was sticking up a lot.
"It's my comb ma, it won't work" Serenity mumbled.
"What?" her mum asked, seeming somewhat angry. "How can it be the comb? That silver comb cost me a bomb, you should be grateful for once. It's not my fault you can't brush your hair!" then she sighed, "Oh Serenity, your not like any other young woman are you?" any one at this remark would have been upset, but it was joy to Serenity.
"Why did you want ma-ma?" she asked finally. She could not bare her mother's lectures.
"To say that you will be needed here at four o'clock today" her mother said simply.
"And I came down here for that?" Serenity cried, annoyed at her mother.
"Serenity please, be calm. We do not use language like so-" but her mother had no impression on her rebellious daughter anyway. Serenity turned around, about to leave. "Where are you going? - I don't know what has got into you lately Serenity"
"I'm only going for a walk" Serenity said, turning around slightly.
"Not by yourself I hope, Téa, accompany her-" but her other was cut off by her daughter.
"I'm going, and I'm going by myself!" Serenity cried, and ran to the door. She made her way out into the morning air and stood alone at the top of the stone steps outside the door.
"HEY SISTER!" Joey cried, waving to her before he threw a ball to one of his friends whom he was playing ball with. Serenity smiled and waved back at her messy haired brother. She made her way down the steps and stood nearby their game. "Get back Serenity, you could get hit"
"So could you" She said.
The ball came flying back and Joey jumped up to catch it. Then turned to his sister. "Can I join in?" Serenity asked, with excitement.
"No, duh! You're a girl, plus, mum would go mental if you messed up your hair or dirtied your dress" He said, throwing the ball back t his friend.
Serenity looked at him with watery eyes. She watched his messy hair and saw the mud on his cloths. Why did no one care about her? Why wasn't she allowed to the things he did? Just because she was a girl, not to mention a rich heiress. This was not what she wanted to be . . .
She would not cry, that wasn't her. She clenched her fists and turned away.
Serenity looked at her pale face in the mirror, her yes were gleaming back at her. She was a 13-year-old girl in a world of riches, away from poverty and sickness. But in her eyes was not content, in her eyes was a dream of something more . . .
Serenity picked up her silver comb and brushed it lightly through the light chestnut hair, which trailed down her back. She took it out and looked at it and then run her finger across it and put it down on her desk, which was lined with expensive items.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the girl turned around and stood up, uncrossing her long cream-blue dress. "Miss Serenity?" came a maid's voice from the door.
"Y-yes?" Serenity said, she was running her hands through her hair as the comb never did a good job of getting it tidy.
"May i come in? Are you ready?"
"Yes, come in" Serenity sighed, trying to make herself look presentable. The door opened slowly and Téa, her maid, entered.
"Your mother requests you meet her in the hall, i said i would come and get you if you were ready" Téa said politely.
Serenity nodded, "Let's go then" she said and made her way out of the room followed by Téa, who shut the door firmly behind her. When they entered the hall Serenity's mother was waiting for her by the door. Serenity's mother was the proper Victorian woman, unlike Serenity, she had neat ringlets and a frilly rose dress, but most of all, also unlike serenity, Mrs Wheeler understood her place as a woman.
"Good morning darling" Her mother greeted her, and swept out her arms. "Oh my, what happened to your hair?" Serenity checked her hair to see what had gone wrong, it was true, it was sticking up a lot.
"It's my comb ma, it won't work" Serenity mumbled.
"What?" her mum asked, seeming somewhat angry. "How can it be the comb? That silver comb cost me a bomb, you should be grateful for once. It's not my fault you can't brush your hair!" then she sighed, "Oh Serenity, your not like any other young woman are you?" any one at this remark would have been upset, but it was joy to Serenity.
"Why did you want ma-ma?" she asked finally. She could not bare her mother's lectures.
"To say that you will be needed here at four o'clock today" her mother said simply.
"And I came down here for that?" Serenity cried, annoyed at her mother.
"Serenity please, be calm. We do not use language like so-" but her mother had no impression on her rebellious daughter anyway. Serenity turned around, about to leave. "Where are you going? - I don't know what has got into you lately Serenity"
"I'm only going for a walk" Serenity said, turning around slightly.
"Not by yourself I hope, Téa, accompany her-" but her other was cut off by her daughter.
"I'm going, and I'm going by myself!" Serenity cried, and ran to the door. She made her way out into the morning air and stood alone at the top of the stone steps outside the door.
"HEY SISTER!" Joey cried, waving to her before he threw a ball to one of his friends whom he was playing ball with. Serenity smiled and waved back at her messy haired brother. She made her way down the steps and stood nearby their game. "Get back Serenity, you could get hit"
"So could you" She said.
The ball came flying back and Joey jumped up to catch it. Then turned to his sister. "Can I join in?" Serenity asked, with excitement.
"No, duh! You're a girl, plus, mum would go mental if you messed up your hair or dirtied your dress" He said, throwing the ball back t his friend.
Serenity looked at him with watery eyes. She watched his messy hair and saw the mud on his cloths. Why did no one care about her? Why wasn't she allowed to the things he did? Just because she was a girl, not to mention a rich heiress. This was not what she wanted to be . . .
She would not cry, that wasn't her. She clenched her fists and turned away.
