Chapter Six
Next morning, a lovely sunny morning with no rain for some strange reason, Eliza was walking to school her back pack swinging in her arm. Strange though although she was already quite old, she still sometimes acted as a little kid, or most of the time, like her dad once noted that she always would be a small kid -sad, because she didn't get her lollypop. And even that all her classmates including Rita were already for some time acting like grown up ladies, with a small bags hanging from their delicate shoulders, Eliza refused. And that's why each morning she acted as first year at school kid, holding her bag in her hand, occasionally swinging it.
She also liked to laugh on her way, skip, but not now, her thoughts were with Fred Darcy. How could she allow a slight physical attraction or a little note of happiness to let her accept to dance with him. How could she push her feelings into judgement of people. She wasn't a person to judge others by how they acted towards her, excluding her stepsister, but by their actions and other people's feelings towards the one. She could give at least her gratitude for that towards social life, usually and nearly always the people who really were enjoyable in talking to others were rotten underneath. Or the opposite the ones who spoke hardly ever or always but to certain people who she respected and in a way of most honesty they'd usually be nice to know.
This day she kept on walking with her head down, disrupted only by the swinging of her bag …one, two, three … she didn't like Fred or … did she. Well for one thing he was a kind of person one could talk to without noticing the layers of stupidities or ignorance, she couldn't answer for the question if he had it, but upon speaking to him, she didn't notice any.
Well at least it was Friday, meaning that even if she'd see him the only thing she'll need to try is not to speak to him and then there will be two days to sort out her emotions and put them under control.
Strekoza: dear me, I do miss reviews hadn't composed anything other the summer, sop there weren't any when I came back. Ha ha and finally I got my revange - to people who think that no one speaks like that in our days you are completely wrong, I speak like that when I get into an argument, also I wave my arms around. But seriously I know some people who speak in a beautiful style of way with no local accent, imagine I can't understand what some of thelocals say in the parts where I live - I just have to baw my head like a lovely girl so they woon't be upset that I haven't heard a thing. Where was I again, you do have to pardon me I am in a very bad mood today for some reasons I can't tell you, alright I said that some people speak like that, my english teacher for instance although I don't understand some of the long words she uses but it sounds lovely.And to evil Larka, or what you call yourself these days thanks for agreeingwith me on that point, andmy apologies for not readig the rest of your story yet. But I surelly find time to do just that. And my revenge is that there is no speech in this chapter, it had before my sister switched off the computer in the middle of typing, ups I thought I wasn't going to tell you that. Seriously - I wanted to write a descriptive chapter of the charecters feelings for this story for a long time. Enjoy your day.