The day was perfect, the sun was bright, the sky so blue with wisps of fluffy clouds. You would have though you walked into a painting. It was just like any other day though, to Annie at least. The poor girl was alone again, that was unacceptable at her age. All her friends had their men, as was proper in this town. But not Annie, and no one could figure out why…
Annie wasn't ugly, almost completely opposite, the envy of all her friends actually. She had a brilliant and sometimes scary imagination, but her friends and family loved her for it. Not only was she creative, she was also very kind to everyone, and wasn’t afraid of hard work. In her society, she was the perfect height of five feet tall, and had a slight figure, not too thin, but not too heavy. With creamy white skin, sapphire blue eyes, her hair was the colour of honey. Who wouldn't want her? Obviously no one wanted her, the poor girl. Though, fate had other plans, and she would soon see, why no one could take her...
Annie strolled along the dirt path, chatting with two of her friends gaily as the sun sank into the western sky. The trio stopped on a stone bridge, running over a stream.
"Oh Annie, wasn't today just so delightful?" Her dear friend Clara asked. Clara had a personality that drew people to her like bees to honey. She was sweet, and so loving. Never a bad word out of her mouth about someone. She was tall, with chestnut coloured hair, and emerald green eyes. Not as beautiful as Annie, but in her own way very special. She had someone though, unlike Annie.
Annie smiled and slipped her arm through Clara's, and nodded, "I know, who would've guessed that Bria would fall for a man and get him at the same time?" She giggled quietly as she glanced at her other friend.
Bria smiled shyly and glanced at the ground. " Well, someone tripped me. Though, I am grateful for that. I would have never thought Ethan would be the one for me." Bria was a bit short, and plump. Her hair as deep as the velvet night sky, and eyes as blue as the sky today. Her smile was wonderful, but one hardly saw it. She hardly spoke to anyone else but her dearest friends.
Silently two men snuck upon the three friends. They watched the girls lean over the bridge a bit to watch something float by. Stepping silently till they were right behind Clara and Bria. With a quick, devilish smile at each other they pulled out silk blindfolds. But at that moment the girls stood up straighter and bumped into the men. The men fell back a bit but quickly tied the cloth around Bria, and Clara's eyes. The girls gasped and struggled as Annie looked at the men, and started to laugh.
Ethan and Dan slowly pulled their sweethearts from Annie with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry my dearest Annie, but these two have to go home now. Their mother’s have asked us to take them home. You know the rules about staying after the sun has set." Ethan said with a grin.
Annie flipped out her white fan and covered the lower half of her face with it. "That’s alright Josh, we were about to go home anyway. Take her and do as you will. Same with Clara." She said impishly, her eyes full of laughter as Clara and Bria were led away with their loves. Annie turned and leaned against the stone wall of the bridge again. She watched a mother and her ducklings swim around as the sun finally disappeared into the sky. Night had come, and she wasn’t supposed to be out.
"It isn't proper for such a lovely young lady as yourself to stay out here at night." A voice whispered in her ear softly.
Annie gasped and dropped her fan, spun around. Her eyes searched the area, but night had made it difficult to see. "Who said that? Who’s there?" she whispered quietly, inside she was trembling with fear. A light breeze tickled the back of her neck as a tingle raced through her body. She gathered her dress in her hands and ran towards her house, faster then was ladylike. Gasping for breath she stumbled into her home, startling her mother.
“My goodness. What has gotten you into such a frenzy?” Her mother asked worriedly, watching her only daughter with sad eyes. She knew Annie had a vivid imagination and could think of the most outlandish things. Her father was the same way, but he had died a few years back.
Annie shook her head and raced up into her room. She was aware that her mother would follow, but she needed time to think. The girl sat in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. But slowly an image formed in the glass, the image wasn’t her own, it was a man. Shrieking she fell back, off her chair. Annie kneeled up a bit and stared at the mirror’s new image, shaking in fear.
“Now then Annie, is that any way to treat your old man?”
I can try again though
