A/N Hi people! It's me again. I sure could use a couple of reviews now. I
didn't think that that chapter would be so short! Anyways, here's the next
chapter (This kinda helps because I've been having this a lot in my dreams,
kinda helps to put it on paper, or screen, non?)
Ok. I don't own Liberty's Kids (Ha! I wish) But I do own Cecile. So no touchy! (
Chapter 2
"There she is!"
James cried out with glee as he saw the ship come in. "Henri, would you like to meet a special someone?" "Non," he replied bluntly. "She could only remind me of La Fille D'Amant." "Whom?" "Oh, never mind," he said with tears in his eyes.
"Le Garçon D'Amant!" A voice cried through the sky.
"Huh? Nobody ever called me that. Except for..." His eyes widened and he looked up, his brown eyes rimmed with red. "It can't be!"
A girl of about 11 years old, with jet-black curls and warm brown eyes, ran off of the ship to her friend. She knocked the wind out of him with a powerful hug.
"Cecile??? It can't be you." "Ah, but it is, my friend."
"SURPRISE!!!!!!!!"
"Huh?" Henri had question marks in his eyes as he looked at his friend, who had a wide grin on her face.
Sarah's and James's faces were crimson with laughter, as they stifled it when Cecile hugged Henri.
"Well," Sarah said in between giggles, "Moses and I had decided to do some cleaning around the print shop while you and James were out looking for a story. We came across a letter in your room, from her." Sarah pointed at Cecile. "We read it together and we realized how much she missed you, so we thought, why not have her come to America? So, we wrote to her, saying how much you missed her, and would she like to come to America, and she said YES!" Sarah finished with a smile from ear to ear.
"But what we're wondering," James continued, "is why you call each other La Fille D'amant and Le Garçon D'amant."
"Oh." Cecile turned the same color as Sarah's locks. "Well, Henri's probably already told you that we've been friends for the longest time. So when we turned about 8 years old, before Henri ran away, we decided not to call each other friends anymore. And we called each other La Fille D'amant and Le Garçon D'amant."
Henri finished the explanation. "This means 'Lover Girl' and 'Lover Boy'."
"Love runs in our blood, you know! So who are you anyway? I think I know you. You're Sarah, aren't you?" Cecile said as she curtsied, still a little pink in the face.
Sarah curtsied and said, "Yes, I am. This is James Hiller. He's my friend, and nothing more."
"Well, we'll see about that," Cecile said, and winked at Henri. James bowed and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cecile. We were happy to bring you to America, and we'd like you to know that you're part of the family now." Cecile couldn't have been happier.
"I miss my family a lot, and I promised them I would write every day," she said, and a single tear ran down her cheek.
"I know how you feel. I'm from England, and I miss my mother terribly." "But, Cecile, I thought---OW!" Henri started to say before she nudged his elbow. "Shhh!" she hissed. "Not now."
She turned to Sarah and James, both of whom were beaming. "I couldn't have done this without either of you," she said. She hugged Sarah with all her might, but when she went to hug James, Henri gave her a look from behind him, like a don't-hug-him-he's-taken look. So she shook hands and smiled at the blonde boy. He kneeled down till he was her height and said, "You've saved us from a boy with a broken heart. Thank you. Now go get him." And he winked at her, and pushed her towards Henri. She turned a bright pink and they walked home together. Eventually Henri's fingers intertwined with Cecile's. She looked up, eyes widened. They both smiled and waited for Sarah and James to go a little further ahead, and then they shared one of the longest hugs they'd ever shared.
James turned round to wait for them to catch up, and noticed the two children hand in hand. She pointed them out to Sarah, who smiled pensively at the two and said, "Leave them be. They're in for the biggest adventure of their lives-----love." A quizzical look on his face, James just followed suit and left them alone for the afternoon.
End chapter 2
You kno da drill: you review, I update. But if u don't review....ill update anyways!
Ok. I don't own Liberty's Kids (Ha! I wish) But I do own Cecile. So no touchy! (
Chapter 2
"There she is!"
James cried out with glee as he saw the ship come in. "Henri, would you like to meet a special someone?" "Non," he replied bluntly. "She could only remind me of La Fille D'Amant." "Whom?" "Oh, never mind," he said with tears in his eyes.
"Le Garçon D'Amant!" A voice cried through the sky.
"Huh? Nobody ever called me that. Except for..." His eyes widened and he looked up, his brown eyes rimmed with red. "It can't be!"
A girl of about 11 years old, with jet-black curls and warm brown eyes, ran off of the ship to her friend. She knocked the wind out of him with a powerful hug.
"Cecile??? It can't be you." "Ah, but it is, my friend."
"SURPRISE!!!!!!!!"
"Huh?" Henri had question marks in his eyes as he looked at his friend, who had a wide grin on her face.
Sarah's and James's faces were crimson with laughter, as they stifled it when Cecile hugged Henri.
"Well," Sarah said in between giggles, "Moses and I had decided to do some cleaning around the print shop while you and James were out looking for a story. We came across a letter in your room, from her." Sarah pointed at Cecile. "We read it together and we realized how much she missed you, so we thought, why not have her come to America? So, we wrote to her, saying how much you missed her, and would she like to come to America, and she said YES!" Sarah finished with a smile from ear to ear.
"But what we're wondering," James continued, "is why you call each other La Fille D'amant and Le Garçon D'amant."
"Oh." Cecile turned the same color as Sarah's locks. "Well, Henri's probably already told you that we've been friends for the longest time. So when we turned about 8 years old, before Henri ran away, we decided not to call each other friends anymore. And we called each other La Fille D'amant and Le Garçon D'amant."
Henri finished the explanation. "This means 'Lover Girl' and 'Lover Boy'."
"Love runs in our blood, you know! So who are you anyway? I think I know you. You're Sarah, aren't you?" Cecile said as she curtsied, still a little pink in the face.
Sarah curtsied and said, "Yes, I am. This is James Hiller. He's my friend, and nothing more."
"Well, we'll see about that," Cecile said, and winked at Henri. James bowed and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cecile. We were happy to bring you to America, and we'd like you to know that you're part of the family now." Cecile couldn't have been happier.
"I miss my family a lot, and I promised them I would write every day," she said, and a single tear ran down her cheek.
"I know how you feel. I'm from England, and I miss my mother terribly." "But, Cecile, I thought---OW!" Henri started to say before she nudged his elbow. "Shhh!" she hissed. "Not now."
She turned to Sarah and James, both of whom were beaming. "I couldn't have done this without either of you," she said. She hugged Sarah with all her might, but when she went to hug James, Henri gave her a look from behind him, like a don't-hug-him-he's-taken look. So she shook hands and smiled at the blonde boy. He kneeled down till he was her height and said, "You've saved us from a boy with a broken heart. Thank you. Now go get him." And he winked at her, and pushed her towards Henri. She turned a bright pink and they walked home together. Eventually Henri's fingers intertwined with Cecile's. She looked up, eyes widened. They both smiled and waited for Sarah and James to go a little further ahead, and then they shared one of the longest hugs they'd ever shared.
James turned round to wait for them to catch up, and noticed the two children hand in hand. She pointed them out to Sarah, who smiled pensively at the two and said, "Leave them be. They're in for the biggest adventure of their lives-----love." A quizzical look on his face, James just followed suit and left them alone for the afternoon.
End chapter 2
You kno da drill: you review, I update. But if u don't review....ill update anyways!