A.N.-Hey!i hope everyone likes my fic.Its my first POTC story and im really excited about it.I love POTC ans I love Will and Jack so...I just couldnt resist.Welps happy reading.Please read and review.Thanks:).
Chapter 1
A girl stood silently in a dimly lit room. Unwillingly listning as Mr. Barnes unmerciully yelled at her. This was nothing new. It happend all the time. Everyday he was yelling about something. Anything. He was a mean spirited man. She didnt believe he had always been this way. Rather that life had made him that way. Life. Yes thats what it was. Life was crule,unkind,and unjust. Life had been that way to her for as long as she could remember. Though good things had come along the way. She wouldnt trade all the pain for the good people she had come to love in her young life. People who had been taken from her. Like a theif who stole something dear to you in the darkness of night. The only people who mattered to her in all the world had been stolen from her. Now her life didnt seem to have point or meaning. But still it went on. As if she only watched it like a play going on infront of her. Unable to control how it would turn out. While on the surface she looked like a poor child saddend by the tortures of her life. Inside she had hopes and dreams like anyone eles. Though they seemed to far away and unobtainable.
As I stand here thinking back over my life my eyes begin to tear. I dont want to seem ungrateful for what I do have. It is more than some others. But sometimes even when I try to be grateful. I find myself wishing that my life was another way. I have no control of my own life. Mr.Barnes makes it very clear that I know that. Everyday he reminds me of the unamountable depts owed to him that my mother had left behind. My mother. My mother had been a wonderful woman. She went through everything for me. I love her like no other. Life was especially hard on my mother. I cant really say how life had treated my father. I never know my father. He'd run off with another woman when I was only two. Taking everything we had with him. We were thrown out of the small appartment that we had been living in due to unpaid rent. Penniless my mother had no other choice other than to pack up the little my father had felt wasn't good enough to leave with him,and leave behind everything she had ever known.
The Barnes Mansion is where we had ended up. Mrs. Barnes had agreed to hire my mother as a maid. In return she has offered a small salery and allowed us to live in a small room that was in the back of the house. That small room was all I had ever known as home. Even though it was drafty and had a couple of leaks in the ceilen. It was the one place that I felt secure. It held many memorys for me. Some good, some bad. Most of the memorys are of my mother. Of the times when she would snuggle up next to me under the covers on chilly nights and tell me tells that her father had told to her as a child. Some were of her grandparents and how they had ventered into new lands and made a home. Others were of fairys,dragons,and other tells of the imagination. I aslo remember Christmas time. We never had much, but mother always made certain I had something to open when I awoke. One time mom bought me a new doll. She had been saving up that whole year. It was the most beutiful doll I'd ever seen. It had golden blond hair the color of the sunshine and green eyes the color of the sea. It looked like me. Thats why my mother had to have that exact one. I called it Madaline. Because it was something like my name. Which is Maddison. Maddison Evanie Daye. My mather always called me Evanie. Or Maddy when I would get angry. My mother died when I was twelve years old. She took the flu and died within a week. I blamed everything on Mrs.Barnes. She was a cruel employer. She made mother work all hours of the day. Everyday except sunday morning when they attended church. The whole world saw them as perfect saints. Only the people who worked for them saw them as they really were. She even made my mother work when she first became sick. They only finally let her rest when she passed out cooking their lunch. I have hate for them like no other.
I slowly walk down the hall,my mind still in my thoughts,and make my way into my small battered room. I had tried to make the best of it. Hanging curtains,which I made from scrap material I found around the store,on the windows. Putting flowers on the one table that the room holds. But it was still gloomy.I passed a small mirror that I had hanging on the wall and caught a glance of my reflection. My blonde hair looked more like brown and my face was smudged with dirt. I decided to take a bath useing the small tub that Mrs.Barnes kept in the wash room. I had to sneak back down the hall and quietly open the door because Mrs.Barnes didnt know that I used the inside tub. There was a tub for the servents but it was in the stables and the water was always cold before it even filled. So every night that I wasnt to tired from working I would wait untill everyone was asleep then sneak into the wash room. When finally I had the bath prepared I slowly sank into its blissful warmth.
After about ten minutes an idea started to form in my head.I would leave.Make my on way in this world and do my own thing.I could work for some one who would acually pay me what was due.I wouldnt have to be treated cruely ever again.I would leave tonight,I had thought of this many times before but it had always seemed to hard.But now it didnt seem hard at all and she was no longer afraid.So I rose from the tub,dressed,and walked back to my room with a new found determanation.
~A.N.~ How do yalls like it so far? Please review!The buttons right there and two mins of your time is all it will take to make my day:D.If you have any ideas or think anythings wrong with it please tell me.I will hopefully be updateing soon.Thanks:).
Chapter 1
A girl stood silently in a dimly lit room. Unwillingly listning as Mr. Barnes unmerciully yelled at her. This was nothing new. It happend all the time. Everyday he was yelling about something. Anything. He was a mean spirited man. She didnt believe he had always been this way. Rather that life had made him that way. Life. Yes thats what it was. Life was crule,unkind,and unjust. Life had been that way to her for as long as she could remember. Though good things had come along the way. She wouldnt trade all the pain for the good people she had come to love in her young life. People who had been taken from her. Like a theif who stole something dear to you in the darkness of night. The only people who mattered to her in all the world had been stolen from her. Now her life didnt seem to have point or meaning. But still it went on. As if she only watched it like a play going on infront of her. Unable to control how it would turn out. While on the surface she looked like a poor child saddend by the tortures of her life. Inside she had hopes and dreams like anyone eles. Though they seemed to far away and unobtainable.
As I stand here thinking back over my life my eyes begin to tear. I dont want to seem ungrateful for what I do have. It is more than some others. But sometimes even when I try to be grateful. I find myself wishing that my life was another way. I have no control of my own life. Mr.Barnes makes it very clear that I know that. Everyday he reminds me of the unamountable depts owed to him that my mother had left behind. My mother. My mother had been a wonderful woman. She went through everything for me. I love her like no other. Life was especially hard on my mother. I cant really say how life had treated my father. I never know my father. He'd run off with another woman when I was only two. Taking everything we had with him. We were thrown out of the small appartment that we had been living in due to unpaid rent. Penniless my mother had no other choice other than to pack up the little my father had felt wasn't good enough to leave with him,and leave behind everything she had ever known.
The Barnes Mansion is where we had ended up. Mrs. Barnes had agreed to hire my mother as a maid. In return she has offered a small salery and allowed us to live in a small room that was in the back of the house. That small room was all I had ever known as home. Even though it was drafty and had a couple of leaks in the ceilen. It was the one place that I felt secure. It held many memorys for me. Some good, some bad. Most of the memorys are of my mother. Of the times when she would snuggle up next to me under the covers on chilly nights and tell me tells that her father had told to her as a child. Some were of her grandparents and how they had ventered into new lands and made a home. Others were of fairys,dragons,and other tells of the imagination. I aslo remember Christmas time. We never had much, but mother always made certain I had something to open when I awoke. One time mom bought me a new doll. She had been saving up that whole year. It was the most beutiful doll I'd ever seen. It had golden blond hair the color of the sunshine and green eyes the color of the sea. It looked like me. Thats why my mother had to have that exact one. I called it Madaline. Because it was something like my name. Which is Maddison. Maddison Evanie Daye. My mather always called me Evanie. Or Maddy when I would get angry. My mother died when I was twelve years old. She took the flu and died within a week. I blamed everything on Mrs.Barnes. She was a cruel employer. She made mother work all hours of the day. Everyday except sunday morning when they attended church. The whole world saw them as perfect saints. Only the people who worked for them saw them as they really were. She even made my mother work when she first became sick. They only finally let her rest when she passed out cooking their lunch. I have hate for them like no other.
I slowly walk down the hall,my mind still in my thoughts,and make my way into my small battered room. I had tried to make the best of it. Hanging curtains,which I made from scrap material I found around the store,on the windows. Putting flowers on the one table that the room holds. But it was still gloomy.I passed a small mirror that I had hanging on the wall and caught a glance of my reflection. My blonde hair looked more like brown and my face was smudged with dirt. I decided to take a bath useing the small tub that Mrs.Barnes kept in the wash room. I had to sneak back down the hall and quietly open the door because Mrs.Barnes didnt know that I used the inside tub. There was a tub for the servents but it was in the stables and the water was always cold before it even filled. So every night that I wasnt to tired from working I would wait untill everyone was asleep then sneak into the wash room. When finally I had the bath prepared I slowly sank into its blissful warmth.
After about ten minutes an idea started to form in my head.I would leave.Make my on way in this world and do my own thing.I could work for some one who would acually pay me what was due.I wouldnt have to be treated cruely ever again.I would leave tonight,I had thought of this many times before but it had always seemed to hard.But now it didnt seem hard at all and she was no longer afraid.So I rose from the tub,dressed,and walked back to my room with a new found determanation.
~A.N.~ How do yalls like it so far? Please review!The buttons right there and two mins of your time is all it will take to make my day:D.If you have any ideas or think anythings wrong with it please tell me.I will hopefully be updateing soon.Thanks:).