May 28 of 1896
My name is Elizabeth Wheaton of the wealthy Wheatons of Morristown. Morristown is located just south of Oxfordshire where my brother, Andrew who is 22 and is tall and thin with brown hair and distinguishing features, attends Jordan College. I have red hair like my mother, Allison Wheaton, who disappeared mysteriously when I was 8. Just hours after giving birth to my younger sister, Sara, who looks just like Mother with her deep brown eyes and smooth fair skin, who is presently 9 but will become 10 on September 15th a day that my father is not quite looking forward to because that will be the 10th anniversary of Mother's disappearance but he still must be pleasant for the sake of poor Sara who never knew Mother. She just woke up in the middle of the night left and never came she often took strolls at night but I didn't expect to take a walk after just giving birth but Andrew who was 16 then said she walked after she gave birth to me but she never returned. They searched all over town but they couldn't find anything not a strand of her fiery red hair or a drop of her fiery red blood. But I digress back to the true purpose of this entry. I also have piercing blue-green eyes much like my father, George Wheaton and I am only just 18 and quite tall for my age. I am relatively intelligent and want to be a scholar like Andrew but my father will not allow his eldest daughter to be a spinster librarian. I loved all literature since I was 6 years old but mostly I adore stories with mystical and sometimes dangerous events like fairies and witches good or bad but frequently I've been reading about vampires, demons, goblins and such. Oh, how I wish to be a damsel in distress in a great novel where a handsome man will save me and I will fall madly in love with my rescuer. It was my mother who read me The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe and got me interested in stories like that, however, I am quite sorry to report that I am marrying a man I do not love, for my father's sake no less, and I know that Sir Jonathan Lexington is only concerned with that fact that I am ready and able to produce heirs to his fortune and wouldn't rescue me if a cluster of evil demons were attacking me. It all started when I first began mentioning that I wanted to go to college then Father started choosing and eliminating suitors for me, this was 2 years ago and I haven't gotten a moments rest since. Also, I have one true friend Lanie Jennerson, she is 18 as well but looks nothing like me she is short and very curvy, has blond hair and pale blue eyes. She is the kind of girl who wants only a secure future but I want more. Her father got rich quite by accident when his uncle got killed in a train robbery in London, Lanie was brought up by, what my father calls, "street urchins," she has a seriously peculiar foul-mouth and would often spill her coffee and shout "Goddamn it!" at the top of her lungs meanwhile I only drink tea and if I ever spilled any, which would be completely unlikely because I went to finishing school and have been told that I have the grace of a swan, I would probably say in the most kindly of voices "Beg your pardon, I am so clumsy." Despite the fact that Lanie is my closest companion we are very different. Occasionally I see a "street urchin" and I wonder what would it be like to get out of these corsets and wear nothing but a flannel blouse and trousers like Lanie used to wear. Then she tells me how horrible it is to be poor and unloved by the masses and treated as an outcast but I think how she could be right when it looks so real and true to be unfortunate and not having to put on a show for people who don't identify with you. Lanie would be more than happy to marry Jonathan but I crave adventure and danger beyond imagination. Sometimes I have odd dreams about making love to an gorgeous man and I know its not Jonathan because he is far from attractive but then, in my dream the man grows fangs and bites me in the neck and when I told Lanie she asked me if I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming but I didn't. I felt excitement and a bit of pleasurable pain but not fear and when I finally awake from my dream I shut the drapes and want to go back into my sinful slumber. She told me that I need nothing more but a "good roll in the hay" whatever that means. Even though my brother, my father, and my best friend all love me I believe that only Sara truly understands me. When I told her my dream, conveniently leaving out the sexual parts considering her young age, she told me that I was living one of my books and pleasure I felt was just pure exhilaration of not knowing what would come next. Her wise behavior scares me sometimes. Andrew first questioned my virginity and then didn't once look me in the eye that day. After Andrew's reaction I wasn't about to tell Father. Father thinks I should stop being such a crazy loon with her snout in a book and get my priorities back in order. Priorities! Priorities! Priorities! That is all that man ever thinks about. I want to be swept up in passion and never let down. I hope one day that happens to me and it just might with a little faith and just a splash of luck.
My name is Elizabeth Wheaton of the wealthy Wheatons of Morristown. Morristown is located just south of Oxfordshire where my brother, Andrew who is 22 and is tall and thin with brown hair and distinguishing features, attends Jordan College. I have red hair like my mother, Allison Wheaton, who disappeared mysteriously when I was 8. Just hours after giving birth to my younger sister, Sara, who looks just like Mother with her deep brown eyes and smooth fair skin, who is presently 9 but will become 10 on September 15th a day that my father is not quite looking forward to because that will be the 10th anniversary of Mother's disappearance but he still must be pleasant for the sake of poor Sara who never knew Mother. She just woke up in the middle of the night left and never came she often took strolls at night but I didn't expect to take a walk after just giving birth but Andrew who was 16 then said she walked after she gave birth to me but she never returned. They searched all over town but they couldn't find anything not a strand of her fiery red hair or a drop of her fiery red blood. But I digress back to the true purpose of this entry. I also have piercing blue-green eyes much like my father, George Wheaton and I am only just 18 and quite tall for my age. I am relatively intelligent and want to be a scholar like Andrew but my father will not allow his eldest daughter to be a spinster librarian. I loved all literature since I was 6 years old but mostly I adore stories with mystical and sometimes dangerous events like fairies and witches good or bad but frequently I've been reading about vampires, demons, goblins and such. Oh, how I wish to be a damsel in distress in a great novel where a handsome man will save me and I will fall madly in love with my rescuer. It was my mother who read me The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe and got me interested in stories like that, however, I am quite sorry to report that I am marrying a man I do not love, for my father's sake no less, and I know that Sir Jonathan Lexington is only concerned with that fact that I am ready and able to produce heirs to his fortune and wouldn't rescue me if a cluster of evil demons were attacking me. It all started when I first began mentioning that I wanted to go to college then Father started choosing and eliminating suitors for me, this was 2 years ago and I haven't gotten a moments rest since. Also, I have one true friend Lanie Jennerson, she is 18 as well but looks nothing like me she is short and very curvy, has blond hair and pale blue eyes. She is the kind of girl who wants only a secure future but I want more. Her father got rich quite by accident when his uncle got killed in a train robbery in London, Lanie was brought up by, what my father calls, "street urchins," she has a seriously peculiar foul-mouth and would often spill her coffee and shout "Goddamn it!" at the top of her lungs meanwhile I only drink tea and if I ever spilled any, which would be completely unlikely because I went to finishing school and have been told that I have the grace of a swan, I would probably say in the most kindly of voices "Beg your pardon, I am so clumsy." Despite the fact that Lanie is my closest companion we are very different. Occasionally I see a "street urchin" and I wonder what would it be like to get out of these corsets and wear nothing but a flannel blouse and trousers like Lanie used to wear. Then she tells me how horrible it is to be poor and unloved by the masses and treated as an outcast but I think how she could be right when it looks so real and true to be unfortunate and not having to put on a show for people who don't identify with you. Lanie would be more than happy to marry Jonathan but I crave adventure and danger beyond imagination. Sometimes I have odd dreams about making love to an gorgeous man and I know its not Jonathan because he is far from attractive but then, in my dream the man grows fangs and bites me in the neck and when I told Lanie she asked me if I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming but I didn't. I felt excitement and a bit of pleasurable pain but not fear and when I finally awake from my dream I shut the drapes and want to go back into my sinful slumber. She told me that I need nothing more but a "good roll in the hay" whatever that means. Even though my brother, my father, and my best friend all love me I believe that only Sara truly understands me. When I told her my dream, conveniently leaving out the sexual parts considering her young age, she told me that I was living one of my books and pleasure I felt was just pure exhilaration of not knowing what would come next. Her wise behavior scares me sometimes. Andrew first questioned my virginity and then didn't once look me in the eye that day. After Andrew's reaction I wasn't about to tell Father. Father thinks I should stop being such a crazy loon with her snout in a book and get my priorities back in order. Priorities! Priorities! Priorities! That is all that man ever thinks about. I want to be swept up in passion and never let down. I hope one day that happens to me and it just might with a little faith and just a splash of luck.