Ps. When I said that Charlie and Rene weren't characters in the books what I meant was that they are not the same characters as in the books. Just to clarify. lol (I write too fast I never really go over what I write…It's a really bad habit I know, so if you ever have questions about the story don't be shy to ask on the review page, I'll be sure to get back to you on it ASAP.)
Disclaimer: (I figured it would be a good idea to put one in…haha, actually I completely forgot in the other chapters) I do not own twilight and the characters, even though I modified some of them (the characters I mean). They all belong to Stephenie Meyer. Whom, of course, I wish I was…(sigh)
We sat sipping our tea. The birds were chirping happily and the garden was alive with little animals and beautiful plants, I starred at it all longingly as Mr. Mc-whatever was blabbering on about his last hunting trip, apparently he liked guns…Quite a lot. In fact that's all he could talk about. The other man, Sir-something, seemed to have an odd obsession with his stomach, he wouldn't stop speaking about his dyspepsia and how he couldn't eat a thing for fear of…I don't even want to know what.
"Are you listening Miss. Swan," I looked up from the remnants of my tea which I had been swishing around lazily in my cup. Mr. Mc, was pink faced and glaring at me. I coked my eyebrows, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't quite catch that."
He harrumphed, "I was just saying how lovely it must be to have such a large property; the hunt must be very amusing, with so much land…"
"I wouldn't know sir." I replied indifferently. The other man snorted, "Excuse me, Madams. My stomach is acting out. I will back shortly." He waddled away leaving behind a very…awkward smell. I held back a grimace.
When he returned they all went back to chatting about their respective interests… I merely nodded my head at random times, almost tuning them out completely.
I was already extremely annoyed (and disgusted…no, repulsed by the two men) as soon tea was done and had decided that I wouldn't be able to bear another minute of their company, let alone be able give them a tour of the house. So, I stood up,
"Excuse me for a moment gentlemen…Mother." She frowned at me as if to say, don't you dare leave. But I knew that it wouldn't matter if I stayed or left and without another word I retreated to my bedroom. I sat down on my large bed for a moment and knew what I had to do; I was going to run away, all these suitors that were completely ridiculous and I couldn't take everyone telling me what to do. My mind made up, I rushed up to my brother's bedroom, cursing under my breath every time I nearly tripped over my gown. I opened the large oak door and headed straight for his dresser, I began to rummage through his clothing finding pants and shirts that he used to hunt. I thanked God that we practically took the same size; he was a couple of years younger than me and had yet to grow… After packing up his things I ran back to my room and retrieved some money and essentials, like my little toiletry bag as well as a book to keep me occupied, I quickly grabbed Wuthering Heights from my library shelf and snuck down the stairs and out the door. As soon as I stepped outside I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. Followed by a surge of guilt and confusion and soon as I stepped out of the gates. Where was going to go now? I had no where to live… And I felt awful for leaving my family, despite the fact that they always drove me insane… And Alice, I felt dreadful leaving her behind to face the wrath of my mother once she realized I was gone. I sighed, knowing Alice; she would handle it fine. I turned around to face the crowded streets of Chicago. As soon as I saw them, all my worries disappeared, and without any hesitation I walked right into the place I had been longing to be, since…Forever.
I followed the crowd, it was like being in an ocean of people, I couldn't help the wide grin that had spread across my face. I walked through the market place; it would have been unfamiliar if it hadn't been for my watching it constantly. People were selling everything from fruits to scarves,
"Fresh Fish!" someone called from their booth. I smiled, delighted with everything.
I walked towards a small shop that was selling delicious looking pastries. As I stepped in, the wonderful aroma of sweets was overwhelming; I walked over to the cashier and asked her what the best pastry she sold was. She handed me a brown bag with a small cinnamon bun inside. I thanked and paid her and walked out of the store, pleased with myself; my first purchase!
