Weird, because no one in mine school is ever right about anything. Well,
Jack is, but that's only because his IQ is higher than everyone in the
seventh grade combined.
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Evan woke with a start. He sat up in bed, pushed back the covers, and hurried to the bureau. He pulled out a stack of papers from his top drawer, and pushed down on the thin wooden board to reveal Willa's medallion. He rubbed the dust off, thinking of the dream. He latched it around his neck, looking at it in the mirror. Suddenly, there has a knock on the door.
"Evan! Are you alright?" His mother called through the door. "Are you decent?"
Evan quickly tucked the medallion into his shirt, and grabbed his robe. "Yes." He yelled "Yes!"
"Still abed at this hour?" She asked, going to the window, and throwing the curtains open. She was very to cheery for anytime before noon, as far as Evan was concerned. "It's a beautiful day. I have a gift for you." The man who carried the box opened it. Inside was a new outfit, complete with shoes.
"Oh," Evan said, wondering how much the shoes were going to hurt "It's beautiful!"
"Isn't it?" Mrs. Swan exclaimed, missing the disappointment in her son's 'oh'
"May I inquire as to the occasion?" Evan asked behind the changing screen.
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" He waved the man to help Evan "Go on. Actually, I, uh.I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."
"The ceremony?" Evan yelled out.
The governor proceeded with caution. "Captain Norrington 's promotion ceremony."
"I knew it!" Evan yelled, thinking of how his mother so desperately wanted her son to marry the idiot that was about to be promoted.
"Commodore Norrington as she's about to become!" She said, as the men began to shove Evan into a really tight jacket, not to mention the shoes which they had managed to get his feet in. He had been right: They were amazingly tight and uncomfortable. "Fine gentle lady, don't you think. She fancies you. Evan ? How's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." He gasped, struggling for breath.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." She said, oblivious to her son's pain.
"Well, men in London must be numb with pain." Evan retorted, falling as he tried to make the shoes more comfortable.
"M'lady , you have a visitor. " A woman said at the door.
Willa was down stairs, studying a sconce. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, with her eyes a dark, chocolaty brown, framed with long lashes, which matched her long hair perfectly. Her full mouth was turned don in a puzzled frown. Curiosity overcame her, as she reached up to touch it. A piece came off in her hand. Glancing around to see if anyone saw, she buried it in a vase that was holding canes and umbrellas.
Governor Swann walked downstairs after the servant. "Ah, Miss. Turner , good to see you again."
"Good day, miss. I have your order." she opened the case she was carrying and took out a sword. The governor took it, inspecting. "The blade is folded steel, that's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may?" She asked. When the governor handed it over, she balanced it with practiced hands. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." She performed a little trick she had learned has a child, flipping the sword and presenting it gracefully to the Governor.
Taking the sword, the governor complimented, "Impressive, very impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master."
Willa, paused, thinking, 'You're speaking to her'. "I shall." She answered politely. "A craftswoman is always pleased to hear her work is appreciated."
The governor was distracted by Evan entering. "Ah, Evan , you look absolutely stunning."
Evan threw his mother a look that clearly said ' Don't make me sound like a girl' before spotting Willa "Willa! So good to see you. I had a dream about you last night." HE informed her, flashing a smile that made Willa melt.
"About me?" She answered. She mentally scolded herself. 'Can you sound any more idiotic!'
"Evan, is that entirely proper for you to.?" the governor started, before being interrupted by Evan.
"About the day we met, do you remember?" His eyes were boring into Willa, overjoying and worrying her.
"How could I forget, Master Swann?" She answered, her voice low.
"Willa, how many times must I ask you to call me Evan?" He said, slightly impatient. How could he manage to convince Mother that she would be a perfect bride if they weren't on first name basis?
Willa's cheeks were slightly pink next time she spoke. "At least once more, Master Swann , as always."
The governor interrupted the moment when their eyes had met, filling both of them with a wonderful energy. " There, see, at least the girl has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going. Farewell."
"Good day, Miss. Turner." Evan said, feeling that if Willa wouldn't call him by his first name, he would call her by hers.
"Come along." She said, ushering her son out of the room.
"Good day." Willa started, following them out, they were in the carriage and out of the courtyard in record time "Evan."
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Do you really need me to tell you what to do, or are you grown up enough to hit the little blue button in the corner all on your own????
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Evan woke with a start. He sat up in bed, pushed back the covers, and hurried to the bureau. He pulled out a stack of papers from his top drawer, and pushed down on the thin wooden board to reveal Willa's medallion. He rubbed the dust off, thinking of the dream. He latched it around his neck, looking at it in the mirror. Suddenly, there has a knock on the door.
"Evan! Are you alright?" His mother called through the door. "Are you decent?"
Evan quickly tucked the medallion into his shirt, and grabbed his robe. "Yes." He yelled "Yes!"
"Still abed at this hour?" She asked, going to the window, and throwing the curtains open. She was very to cheery for anytime before noon, as far as Evan was concerned. "It's a beautiful day. I have a gift for you." The man who carried the box opened it. Inside was a new outfit, complete with shoes.
"Oh," Evan said, wondering how much the shoes were going to hurt "It's beautiful!"
"Isn't it?" Mrs. Swan exclaimed, missing the disappointment in her son's 'oh'
"May I inquire as to the occasion?" Evan asked behind the changing screen.
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" He waved the man to help Evan "Go on. Actually, I, uh.I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today."
"The ceremony?" Evan yelled out.
The governor proceeded with caution. "Captain Norrington 's promotion ceremony."
"I knew it!" Evan yelled, thinking of how his mother so desperately wanted her son to marry the idiot that was about to be promoted.
"Commodore Norrington as she's about to become!" She said, as the men began to shove Evan into a really tight jacket, not to mention the shoes which they had managed to get his feet in. He had been right: They were amazingly tight and uncomfortable. "Fine gentle lady, don't you think. She fancies you. Evan ? How's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." He gasped, struggling for breath.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London." She said, oblivious to her son's pain.
"Well, men in London must be numb with pain." Evan retorted, falling as he tried to make the shoes more comfortable.
"M'lady , you have a visitor. " A woman said at the door.
Willa was down stairs, studying a sconce. She had grown into a beautiful young lady, with her eyes a dark, chocolaty brown, framed with long lashes, which matched her long hair perfectly. Her full mouth was turned don in a puzzled frown. Curiosity overcame her, as she reached up to touch it. A piece came off in her hand. Glancing around to see if anyone saw, she buried it in a vase that was holding canes and umbrellas.
Governor Swann walked downstairs after the servant. "Ah, Miss. Turner , good to see you again."
"Good day, miss. I have your order." she opened the case she was carrying and took out a sword. The governor took it, inspecting. "The blade is folded steel, that's gold filigree laid into the handle. If I may?" She asked. When the governor handed it over, she balanced it with practiced hands. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." She performed a little trick she had learned has a child, flipping the sword and presenting it gracefully to the Governor.
Taking the sword, the governor complimented, "Impressive, very impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your Master."
Willa, paused, thinking, 'You're speaking to her'. "I shall." She answered politely. "A craftswoman is always pleased to hear her work is appreciated."
The governor was distracted by Evan entering. "Ah, Evan , you look absolutely stunning."
Evan threw his mother a look that clearly said ' Don't make me sound like a girl' before spotting Willa "Willa! So good to see you. I had a dream about you last night." HE informed her, flashing a smile that made Willa melt.
"About me?" She answered. She mentally scolded herself. 'Can you sound any more idiotic!'
"Evan, is that entirely proper for you to.?" the governor started, before being interrupted by Evan.
"About the day we met, do you remember?" His eyes were boring into Willa, overjoying and worrying her.
"How could I forget, Master Swann?" She answered, her voice low.
"Willa, how many times must I ask you to call me Evan?" He said, slightly impatient. How could he manage to convince Mother that she would be a perfect bride if they weren't on first name basis?
Willa's cheeks were slightly pink next time she spoke. "At least once more, Master Swann , as always."
The governor interrupted the moment when their eyes had met, filling both of them with a wonderful energy. " There, see, at least the girl has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going. Farewell."
"Good day, Miss. Turner." Evan said, feeling that if Willa wouldn't call him by his first name, he would call her by hers.
"Come along." She said, ushering her son out of the room.
"Good day." Willa started, following them out, they were in the carriage and out of the courtyard in record time "Evan."
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Do you really need me to tell you what to do, or are you grown up enough to hit the little blue button in the corner all on your own????