**********hahahahahaha i DID put fairy bag!! omg im silly. silly silly silly. sorry for that. but i know you all knew what i was talking about, didnt you. errg adslfkjthoirtnab i feel sooo sick... too much candy at my sisters birthday party..... aghhhghghh....*********
When I woke up, a wrinkly face was peering into mine. I shreiked. "What are you doing here?" I demanded at the stranger.
Bonny backed away and sat at the foot of my bed happily. "I was lookin' at you. You were dreamin'."
"I know I was," I said, rubbing my eyes. I had been dreaming about the man I saw in the fairy book. I noticed Mother wasn't in the bed. "Where's my mother?" I asked.
"Elly?" said Bonny, bouncing on the bed. She was just like a little child. "She went out visitin' old friends, you know..." she trailed off.
We sat there in silence for a moment; me staring at her, bewildered, and her staring at me, curious. Bonny started to sing some sort of village song, but a man walked in and cut her offf. He was her age, about, and also wore spectacles. His hair was very light and he had a worriied expression on his face. He took off his hat when he noticed me, and I pulled the sheets up to my chin.
"Sorry," he said, bowing. "Just came to get Bonny." I nodded. "I'm Stephen, by the way," he said. "I'm her husband."
"Ella," I replied. "I'm her mother's cousin's daughter."
"You're Eleanor's daughter," he said, not at all surprised. "I should have guessed. You look just like her."
"Thank you," I said shyly. "What time is it, by the way."
"It's mid morning, near ten o' clock," Stephen said, glancing out the window.
"Oh."
A moment of silence, then---"Well, my brother's here, so I better be the good host and tend to him." He started backing out of the room with Bonny (who was humming again). "Goodbye." He left the room.
I smiled and nodded, then climbed out of bed and got dressed slowly. By the time I left the room, the sun was high in the sky.
It was odd staying in a peasant's house. I had never been in anything but a large manor. It was nice though, away from all the pestering servants (besides Mandy), the snobby society, and the stuffy air. Here, you had to work for yourself, and it felt good when you were done. No one was snobby; they were all humble and generous. The air was clear and had the scent of cotton and flowers. I inhaled as I stood in the front yard (the garden as Florence called it. it was anything but a garden; it was overrun by weeds, and there wasn't a trace of any flowers) and inhaled. I sighed.
"Good day, Madam."
I jumped and turned. The man standing behind me was devastatingly handsome---just like the man I saw in the fairy book! His face didn't have the same expressions on it. Rather, his only expression was curiosity.
"H-hello," I said, a little shaky to actually meet him. His face had haunted my dreams, anyway. "I'm Ella, Eleanor's daughter."
"I'm Marcus," he said. He had a deep voice. It was smooth, like fresh butter or Mandy's rich chocolate frosting. "Stephen's brother," he added after a moment. "You look like Eleanor," he said.
I smiled warmly. "That's what everyone says. How do you know Mother?"
"Oh, I met her at Stephen's wedding a long time ago," Marcus said, rolling his eyes.
"Why that look on your face?" I said politely.
"I was young," he said. "I thought I was in love with your mother."
I laughed out loud. "What?"
"Yes," said Marcus, laughing with me. "You were there, too. Your father wasn't, though. You were just little, maybe three or four years old. I was about seven, nearly eight. Your mother is very beautiful and funny, I told her I was in love with her and everyone laughed at me."
I stifled my laugh. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.
He shook his head. "Yes, everyone laughs about it. It's one of my favorite stories to tell people." His smile was warm and inviting. I looked away, thinking of Char.
But Char and I weren't in love. Were we?
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odd chapter. again its like 10:30 at night and i should go to bed. ta!!
have a nice day.
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When I woke up, a wrinkly face was peering into mine. I shreiked. "What are you doing here?" I demanded at the stranger.
Bonny backed away and sat at the foot of my bed happily. "I was lookin' at you. You were dreamin'."
"I know I was," I said, rubbing my eyes. I had been dreaming about the man I saw in the fairy book. I noticed Mother wasn't in the bed. "Where's my mother?" I asked.
"Elly?" said Bonny, bouncing on the bed. She was just like a little child. "She went out visitin' old friends, you know..." she trailed off.
We sat there in silence for a moment; me staring at her, bewildered, and her staring at me, curious. Bonny started to sing some sort of village song, but a man walked in and cut her offf. He was her age, about, and also wore spectacles. His hair was very light and he had a worriied expression on his face. He took off his hat when he noticed me, and I pulled the sheets up to my chin.
"Sorry," he said, bowing. "Just came to get Bonny." I nodded. "I'm Stephen, by the way," he said. "I'm her husband."
"Ella," I replied. "I'm her mother's cousin's daughter."
"You're Eleanor's daughter," he said, not at all surprised. "I should have guessed. You look just like her."
"Thank you," I said shyly. "What time is it, by the way."
"It's mid morning, near ten o' clock," Stephen said, glancing out the window.
"Oh."
A moment of silence, then---"Well, my brother's here, so I better be the good host and tend to him." He started backing out of the room with Bonny (who was humming again). "Goodbye." He left the room.
I smiled and nodded, then climbed out of bed and got dressed slowly. By the time I left the room, the sun was high in the sky.
It was odd staying in a peasant's house. I had never been in anything but a large manor. It was nice though, away from all the pestering servants (besides Mandy), the snobby society, and the stuffy air. Here, you had to work for yourself, and it felt good when you were done. No one was snobby; they were all humble and generous. The air was clear and had the scent of cotton and flowers. I inhaled as I stood in the front yard (the garden as Florence called it. it was anything but a garden; it was overrun by weeds, and there wasn't a trace of any flowers) and inhaled. I sighed.
"Good day, Madam."
I jumped and turned. The man standing behind me was devastatingly handsome---just like the man I saw in the fairy book! His face didn't have the same expressions on it. Rather, his only expression was curiosity.
"H-hello," I said, a little shaky to actually meet him. His face had haunted my dreams, anyway. "I'm Ella, Eleanor's daughter."
"I'm Marcus," he said. He had a deep voice. It was smooth, like fresh butter or Mandy's rich chocolate frosting. "Stephen's brother," he added after a moment. "You look like Eleanor," he said.
I smiled warmly. "That's what everyone says. How do you know Mother?"
"Oh, I met her at Stephen's wedding a long time ago," Marcus said, rolling his eyes.
"Why that look on your face?" I said politely.
"I was young," he said. "I thought I was in love with your mother."
I laughed out loud. "What?"
"Yes," said Marcus, laughing with me. "You were there, too. Your father wasn't, though. You were just little, maybe three or four years old. I was about seven, nearly eight. Your mother is very beautiful and funny, I told her I was in love with her and everyone laughed at me."
I stifled my laugh. "I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.
He shook his head. "Yes, everyone laughs about it. It's one of my favorite stories to tell people." His smile was warm and inviting. I looked away, thinking of Char.
But Char and I weren't in love. Were we?
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odd chapter. again its like 10:30 at night and i should go to bed. ta!!
have a nice day.
review.