The mini journal – 7A trip for Ms Go–
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That night, poor Ms. Go could not sleep. She tossed and she turned but she had no luck. Her long black hair over flowed the pillow as she then shot open her eyes and growled as she threw the covers off of her large bed.
Laying in the dark, with an angry look upon her face, she scratched her leg, and rolled over on her side,
"Oh this nightgown is so hot!" She growled, since it was cotton and black with buttons on the front.
'I wonder what Bart is dreaming about right now?' She then thought, and in the other room, next to hers Bart was dreamily happily with a squiggle like smile upon his face.
'Oh Isabelle, I love you so much.' He dreamed as he saw himself and her in a large white marble house, and them making love in front of the fire. Her touch was so soft, and she was so beautiful to him. When Bartholomew was young, he never really thought he would ever get married or start a family with many children. His childhood was fair, he was raised by his mother and Aunt. His father, while he was an infant, left his mother and his Aunt came to help…
::A tall woman with blonde hair, stood up out of bed and slipped on a red velvet colored robe. Walking over to the mirror she slowly brushed her, most wavy, hair. Putting on some shimmering red lipstick, she then batted her eyes at herself and put on some eye make up and walked over to the bed.
"George… you have to go to work." She said as she leaned down and kissed her husband, who just groaned and opened his eyes.
"Hi," She said smiling at him.
"I told you not to wake me up." George, the man said as she sat up and jumped out of bed, leaving her with her feelings hurt.
Walking over to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror and shook his head at his pretty wife who looked sad.
"Have you fed Bart yet?" The man asked as he then did his business and came back out and scratched his chest.
"No, I don't think he has woken up yet." The woman said yawning and starting to make the bed.
"Well, I am off to work." The man said as he threw on a jacket, pants, shirt and tie along with shoes as he quickly combed his black hair and started to leave.
"George!" The nice woman then said running after him.
".. I love you." She whispered as she ran into his arms and leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed her back and walked out the door slamming it shut, as she then heard her newborn son let out a cry.
'Dose he not love me anymore?' She thought to herself sadly as she then walked into her new son's room and leaned over his crib.
The tiny baby was kicking his legs in the air, and rubbing his eyes, as tears ran from the sides.
"Oh its alright darling, Mama's here." Vicky, the blonde mother, said as she picked up her little boy as he stopped crying and grabbed her shirt as she walked over to her rocking chair and untied the front of her red robe. Lifting her shirt up, her son quickly started to suck, the milk out of her chest, as if it was his first meal. "Good boy." She said stroking her sons little bald head as he then reached out his little hands as he got his breakfast as she held it.
After he was done getting his warm food, she rested his little body over her shoulder and patted his back so he would burp. After a couple of minutes he gave out a large belch and she laughed.
"Who's my favorite baby boy, hmmm?" Vicky said playfully as she took her son back to his crib and tickled his stomach as he laid inside. The little boy giggled and kicked his meaty little legs in the air. It was going to be a very long day for Vicky; she was going into town to see if Mr. Orison would give her a job as maid to earn some money to help raise her growing family. Walking back into her room, Bart had grabbed one of his light brown teddy bears and started to throw it around his crib and amused himself also by sticking his fingers up his nose and then sneezing afterwards.
Vicky then went over to her closet and checked to see what would be appropriate to wear for today. Looking at all of her dress's it seemed so boring to always wear dresses. "Someday I hope woman don't have to wear these heavy inside out umbrellas and are able to wear jackets and shirts, like men do." She mumbled angrily, as one of her best dress's fell onto the dusty grown and she picked it up and shook it around.
After a while of going through everything she had, she brushed her hair once more, and fixed her makeup and went back to check on her son.
"Bartholomew, don't stick your fingers up your nose!" She said as she picked him up and he wrapped his chubby arms around her thin throat and went into the living room and sat in her rocking chair.
Taking a quick glance at the clock that ticked near her bed, where she and her husband would sleep, she bit her lip hoping she would come soon. A couple of minutes later as baby Bart tried to play with his mothers hair, there was a knock on her front door and she walked over to open it
"Oh thank god you made it!" Vicky said as a tall slender woman stepped in. On top of her head was a dark and light blue almost white feather pointing out, hat which covered half of her face. She had ruby red lipstick on and a bit of light pink blush on her high cheeks. Her eye lashes were long and so was her white and satin colored dress.
"Vicky, darling!" The woman said wrapping her arms around her and nearly squeezing the baby to death.
"Hi Ellen, thanks again for watching Bart here." Vicky said as her sister looked down at the smiling baby who opened his wide mouth and waved vigorously.
"Oh my god sister he is so precious!" she cried as she picked the baby from her sisters arms and twirled him around the room. Bart closed his eyes and laughed as she kissed him on the forehead and was very happy.
"I have to go, but I will be back later, I have to talk to you about a couple of things, take care of Bart for me! And thanks again Ellen!" Vicky said rushing to get her coat and hugged her goodbye, kissing her son, and leaving because she was going to be late… ::
Bartholomew woke up in his bed in a cold sweat. Breathing heavily he put his palm on his forehead and it was very cool. Taking heavy deep breaths he laid back down and exhaled as he glanced at his pocket watch which was lying on his side table, and it read '5:30 a.m'
"What a lovely way to get up in the morning!" He grunted knowing it was time for him to get up and see how Ms. Go was and Isallebelle! Stepping out of his flat tired looking bed, he yawned and stood up. Everything was dark and he looked in the mirror across the room and saw the reflection of the moonlight in it.
While Ms. Go laid in bed for nearly 2 full hours, Bart had dreamt his dream about his childhood, in soon which he would dream about later and what really happened about him even knowing. She had gotten up and seen that her clock now read '5:35' as well. Yawning and knowing her boss would be up soon, she walked out into the kitchen and poured herself some tea. Minutes later, Bart walked out fixing his tie and walked into her not seeing she was there since it was dark.
They both screamed and her tea went flying up into air and shattered on the floor.
"What the heck are you doing up?" Bart said lighting a candle and holding it up to her face as she slightly shook her head making him feel bad for bumping into her.
"I couldn't sleep, besides I hate this stupid gown!" Ms. Go said lighting another candle as he started to pick up the china cup that had gone everywhere as, as Ms. Go mopped up the hot tea.
"Take the day off." He then said walking over to the trash can and dumping away the sharp slices.
"What?"
"You heard me, go take the day off… go by a new night gown if you want?"
"… Are you feeling alright?" Ms. Go said because she never had a day off. Walking over she rested her pale hand on his forehead and he seemed kind of hot.
"You have a fever, go back to bed." She said nearly pushing him out of the kitchen.
"Wh-what?" He asked nervously,
"You heard me, in bed now! I will make you soup and then I am going out!"
"Where are you going? We have work to do!" Bart said as she pushed him on the bed and started to unbutton his shirt like he was a baby.
"Gosh, you really are sick. Two minutes ago you told me I could have the day off,"
"Yes fine, what ever… why are you undressing me! I can do it myself thank you very much!" Bart snapped as she then tried to unzip his pants and his belt but he grabbed her hands before she could get that far.
"Fine, you get into bed and ill make you some tea." Ms. Go said walking out of his room and quickly pulling her black hair up into a pony-tail. He couldn't believe he was getting sick, he hadn't felt himself for a couple of days and having such an odd dream about his past made him feel twice as sick. Throwing off his jacket and his pants he got into his pajama's again and snuggled under the covers. He felt like he was 6 again and his mom was going to come in with the doctor and give him a shot, so he just looked up at the ceiling and kept feeling his hot forehead.
After the tea was done, Ms. Go walked back into her boss's bedroom as the sun was slowly but surely flooding into his bedroom.
"Feeling any better?" She asked in a concerned voice as she sat down on the site of his bed and handed him the hot china cup.
"Thank you, and no."
"Is it… ok?" She then asked after he took a few sips and looked at her.
"Huh? Oh yes, yes its delicious thank you Ms. Go." Bart said blushing a bit and she smiled and started to get up.
"Why did you give me the day off anyway?" She asked as she was about to leave.
"You work very hard Ms. Go, and I am proud of what has happened, and it was your time to have a break. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it." Bart said as then his eyes got big and he couldn't believe what he said.
"… Wow, thanks… I will." She responded happily as she closed his door halfway and walked back to her room to get dressed, as he found himself speechless.
'Since when do I care about her feelings? I really do need to get a goods night rest…' He thought putting the tea down and laying his head on the pillow and shutting his eyes.
Isabelle, didn't really have the best night either, no one did actually. She had a show in the morning and after that which ended around 10, and she was got be getting up around 7:00. She had an extremely long night, and her feet were killing her! She needed a new job.
"I need a new job." She whispered as her loud and annoying alarm clock went off and she battered her tired eyes slowly.
"Ok, ok I am up." Isabelle grunted as she turned the off button on her clock and yawned. Her long brown and red colored hair which was rather curly hung down to her shoulders as she got up and went to the bathroom. Brushing her hair and turning on the water in her shower, she nearly collapsed and another alarm clock went off, and she stumbled over to it to turn it off.
"I have to remind myself to stop putting so many around the backrooms." She grunted again as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. After a couple of more minutes, she splashed some cold water on her face and hopped into the steaming hot shower. Taking heavy breaths because it was taken away by the heat, when touching her skin it almost burned in a tingle.
'I do hope I am pregnant.' Isabelle thought as she rubbed her body with soap and placed her hand on her lower stomach. Blinking her eyes, she thought about becoming a mom. It was a very big responsibility. Isabelle knew that if she was with child, she would have to be closer to Bartholomew and would have to help him find a job so he could make money to support his family.
'He is a player… I hope he understands the news.' She thought some more as she cleaned her hair and then stepped out wrapping a light blue towel around her body. Walking over to her dressing room, she closed the door and sat down on her little chair holding her towel still around her body…
After getting dressed, Ms. Go had told him that she was going out and where she was going and he nodded his head, and filled up his tea cup once more and left. Autumn was coming around the corner and the clouds were staying gray during the day and the leaves in their park near by were breaking off of their branches every day. Ms. Go felt a chill run down her spine as she pulled her tight black coat closer to her body and pulled on her black velvet feeling gloves. Taking a nice stroll through town, she went into a couple of stores and got herself a bite to eat and continued to shop a bit more. Walking by a warm looking coffee shop, with a snack bar inside, she turned around quickly, thankfully not falling she looked up at the gigantic bronze rusting clock which read '9:55' upon it.
Strolling into the warm room, Ms. Go unbuttoned her tight jacket and was waited on immediately. Thanking the man who kindly took her coat, she ordered just another cup of tea and rubbed her eyes. She seemed so tired and yet, so full of energy.
"Here is your tea miss." Said a small plump black woman as she served Ms. Go her tea and bowed.
"Uh, why are you bowing? For I am not royal?"
"It is my job to serve any Miss or Mr. at work, the best pleasure they deserve." The woman said still with her head down and Ms. Go gave her a suspicious look.
"Sit down," She edged and the woman hesitated at first, but then when no man was looking she quickly ducked into the dark and misty booth.
"Am I miss pleasing you Miss?" The woman said almost about to cry and Ms. Go sipped her tea and leaned back into the darkness of the booth, almost as if she was royal.
"No no… all servants and workers need a break. So, tell me… do you have any children?"
"Ah yes, I have a little lad. Good boy to."
"What's his name?" Ms. Go asked as her eyes locked upon the woman's dough shaped face.
"Wayne, why miss? Tis you know of my son?" The woman said with big black beady eyes.
"He takes pictures, around town; he took many this time at the town fair. Found the thief… Mim Possible."
"That's my boy! Ahhh good boy, running around giving out papers in the morning, taking photo's in the afternoon… and playing baseball in the field with little Marcus Stoppable at night."
"Jon Stoppable has a son?!" Ms. Go gasped throws both of her hands down next to her tea and the tiny cup gently shook from the vibration she gave to the table.
"Yes mame, good boy… Mim is almost like a mother to him. Marcus's mother died of childbirth and loss of blood. It was Jon who helped give birth to his son, and it her, who died in his arms… god bless his soul." The black woman said as she then pulled out her silver dirty colored pocket watch and her eyes got big.
"Oh my, my next shift is up! Great meeting you mame, is there anything else I can get you before I leave?"
"Uh, no nothing. Thank you." Ms. Go said giving her a rather large tip, as she finished sipping her, now cool – almost cold, tea and starting on her way again outside.
Opening the door, she wasn't looking at where she was going, just thinking of how horrible it was that Jon's wife had died, as she bumped into someone and both women screamed.
"Sam!?"
"Isabelle."
"Hobby Damned… since why aren't you working?" Isabelle said pulling a red curl behind her right ear and Ms. Go rolled her eyes roughly.
"Lipsky gave me the day off. He isn't feeling too good, has a fever I think."
"And you left him all alone to defend for himself?!" Isabelle said defensively as she wanted to slap Samantha across the face, but never would she do that.
"I am going for a smoke… care to join me?"
"… just this once… I have to tell you something…"
"Ok… what is it?" Sam said walking down the nearest alleyway and lit a cigarette for herself and then another for Isabelle who took it and threw it on the ground.
"What is that all about?" Ms. Go snapped,
"I'm pregnant…" Isabelle said… as Sam's cigarette to feel from her hands before she could even light it…
