Thank you for your reviews, I realised some of these chapters weren't very good but I'm hoping this one will not disappoint.

Oh dear, why did I have to tell my dearest brother?

He seemed so angry when he found out about it. It was just, I was so frightened and scared when I returned to Netherfield. I requested to see my brother immediately. He told me to relay everything that had happened to me.

I did not particularly want to go to Netherfield I do not like meeting new people, Mrs Reynolds is always telling me I am a lot like my brother. I have known Mrs Reynolds all my life and I believe her, my brother and I would be lost without her.

I have just begun to notice that Mrs Reynolds dislikes Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst a great deal and I have noticed why. It seems that Miss Bingley can be very sharp and insensitive at times but does try to show me kindness; I think she is the only "friend" I've got.

At first when Mr Bingley had invited me to Netherfield I was a bit scared, I had over heard my brother previously telling Mr Bingley how the people acted like savages but I was pleasantly surprised when I met Miss Bennet. She seemed to be a kind lady with a beautiful countenance and a graceful air about her. I liked her almost instantly. I hope that we will becomefriends and I was eager to get to know her better. I was very happy when I was invited to join Miss Bingley, Mrs Hurst and Miss Bennet to go to Meryton but we did not get far. It seemed the whole of Meryton wanted to congratulate Miss Bennet on her forthcoming marriage, I did not mind, I could go into the bookshop. There was no point in asking Miss Bingley or Mrs Hurst, they aren't very fond of books. I continued to the bookshop myself and I was apprehended by a group of ladies who seemed intent on making me uncomfortable.

At first they just seemed to be following me around but then they started to get personal asking who I was and were I was from. I quickly answered them and moved away, hoping they would take the hint

They didn't, they began to show me pictures they had painted and asking what I thought, I did not know quite what to say. Were had they got them from? .They just looked like blobs of paint in different colours and it took me a while to reply, but I wondered if this made me look rude. After five minutes they grew impatient and I said they looked good but they only sneered, and asked what I saw, I started to panic, what could I see.

Nothing

They started laughing and jeering at me, I started to breathe more and more heavily, they were frightening me.

They started to circle like a pack of wolves or vultures, surrounding me. What were they going to do to?

Thankfully I heard a voice.

"Leave her alone now"

"Oh, go away Elizabeth. No one wants you here"

I do

"No, not until you leave that poor girl alone"

"GO AWAY"

"No"

Elizabeth pushed her way through them and gently took hold of my hand, and gave me a reassuring smile.

She pulled me out of the circle and told me not to worry and that she would make sure I did not get hurt. She gave me a handkerchief, at first I wondered why but then I realised that tears were cascading down my cheeks.

"Not so fast, Elizabeth, we have a bone to pick with you."

"Go quickly" she whispered to me.

"WHY, did you have to interfere?"

I left them arguing with her.

Once I had told my brother this story he was outraged.

"How could they do this to a 16 year old girl?" he shouted

I quickly excused myself, later that night I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up early after a restless sleep, I wondered about the girl who had helped me. Was she from around here, how old was she?

When I arrived at breakfast, Mr Bingley happily told me that we would dine at the Bennet's.

They seemed a pleasant family but I still do not know what to make of Mrs Bennet. My brother and Mrs Bennet do not seem to like each other I gathered this, the first time I saw them together. My brother did not seem to be acting himself around her; he seemed haughty, cold and devoid of any feeling, which I know not to be true.

Dinner at the Bennets was lively, they were excited about the arrival of their sister and the house was in an uproar.

However all the way through dinner my brother scarcely said more than 3 words and if he did it was either yes, thank you or please.

I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice anything else. It wasn't until dessert that I heard Elizabeth; I looked up and to my surprise the girl from the bookshop was there. You can only imagine my shock and I just sat there staring at her, and my brother noticed. I hope he doesn't think that she is one of the ones who "attacked" me.

Unfortunately it turns out he did and he shouted at her.

I would have to apologise to her in private and speak to my brother.

I just hoped that a would be friendship had not been ruined. I think this Elizabeth could be a person I could trust and from previous experiences I now found it hard to do.

There was a time when I trusted to easily and the consequences were awful.

Should I do more in Georgiana's point of view?