Young Writers Society

Laney Smith

Laney ran through the feild on the back part of her father's property. If anyone knew she was out here, uncharperoned of all things, she would be in serious trouble. SHe didn't care though. The more freedom she got the better, at least she thought. She saw a girl laying on the ground. Who was on her father's property, and sleeping in the feild. She slowly walked over and shook the girl. SHe jumped up and Laney jumped backwards.

"Who are you, and why are you wearing those clothes?" The girl demanded she was older then Laney by about two years.

"Every modest women wears theses clothes, plus it is in style." Laney said, "What made you ask such an uphaling question?"

"A what question?" SHe demanded,

"Uphaling, surely you know what that means?" Laney was astonished.

Isabelle

I set the table in preparation for tonight's dinner party. The best silver was layed beside the china plates upon a fine, white tablecloth and a vase of fresh flowers finished the presentation.

"Do let me answer the door, wont you Belle?" Louisa pleaded as she entered the room, already dressed in a fine, white gown that complimented her grey-blue eyes.

"Why the sudden desire to await upon our guests?" I responded.

"Do not tease, sister dear. I hear that Mr Collins is visiting tonight."

"Oh yes, a very agreeable gentleman! Shall you marry him Louisa?"

"I think not but his conversation pleases me and is he not a good dancer?"

"Yeah but I've only heard it coming out of a Jane Austen novel."

"Who is Jane Austen?"

"She's a writer, you haven't heard of her?"

"Never in my life."

"Thats werid, you're dressed just like how I pictured one of her characters would look like."

Elizabeth was out of her mind, she decided, there was no way that she could've appeared inside a Jane Austen novel. "What year is it?"

"Seventeen eighty seven."

The bottom dropped out of her stomach, she had been transported into a Jane Austen novel, or at least Jane Austen's time.

"What's your name?"

"Elizabeth..." She fought to remember a last name, any name that she could use, "Collins."

"Well Elizabeth Collins, what are you doing on my property?"

"I dare say I cannot remember, I simply woke up here-and in these clothes."

Laney

"Well, I'm Laney Smith if you want you can come back to my house with me, I'm sure my mother would be happy to let you stay with us." Laney smiled, "So, are you in any relation with Mr. Collins?"

"No, not that I know of." Elizabeth said,

"Well then, Miss Collins, I will have to introduce you to him. He is most entertaining." She smiled,

Gregory.

“Gregory, it is unsightly this evening. Do come on in and enjoy the festivities,” Mrs Benette demanded with no intension of hiding her displeasure. Her son, Gregory, often insisted on residing in doorways. It was not just obnoxious where visiting acquaintances were concerned, but so incredibly unusual for a man of such standing.
“Mother, I do only request to be left to my own solitude and musings,” Gregory's voice offered little warmth to the morbid atmosphere. Mrs Benette's fingers twitched upon her cigarette as she exhaled a heavy gust of smoke.
“Oh Gregory! A selection of the most fair and agreeable young ladies await your return in the dining room.”
Gregory observed his mother with a great impatience. A teal gown that hung loosely to her under nourished figure. A gaunt expression and wrinkled countenance that told of an underlying sorrow brought on by strenuous years. It was highly unfortunate that Mrs Benette had yet to come upon a portion of her life that could exceed her very ignorance. Gregory noted to himself that it was nothing more than stubbornness of the mind that caused such folly.
“Fair and agreeable may they be, I shalt not return,” Gregory was more than adamant. He drew his scarf around his neck in an attempt to show his settled intentions. Mrs Benette viewed her surroundings warily and then lowered her tone to a mere whisper,
“I have little choice. Your father and I are fully aware that you persist on seeing a... well, a whore. We can bring ourselves to overlook this as a man's way of showing authority. However, we will not tolerate this if it is to effect your willingness for a suitor,”
“You know that I am not ready for matrimony,”
“Gregory we cannot rely upon your words. Your thoughts fluctuate more than the day exchanges places with the night. Do you have any explanation for your abated enthusiasm? Just last year you expressed your desire to start a home in the country,”
“I am simply in love mother,”
“In love with whom exactly? A wretched whore would never make for a good wife!”
Gregory narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk emerging across his lips.
“Well I demand to know who it is that you are so madly in love with!”
“Freedom,”
At that he flung his jacket over one shoulder and set upon his path along the cobbled road.

Hehe. Still think he's perfect, Alice?

Isabelle

I waited impatiently for the day to grow late and not long after four I had Nancy, our maid, to dress me in suitable attire. The dress was of satisfactry length and it matched the blue of my eyes. Thomas always said that's what he liked best about me.

Once dressed, I made my way to the sitting room and perched upon a sofa beside my dear sister. Our brother entered the room and we both stood to greet him.

"Louisa," Our brother smiled and placed a kiss upon my younger sister's cheek. "Are any guests present?"

"Not yet and I grow weary of the wait," She responded.

"And Belle," He repeated the embrace and would have said more if there had not been a knock at the door. Again the knock was repeated and my brother frowned.

"Nancy. Do you not here that knocking, Nancy? Will you not answer the door?" Our maid hurried into the room and curtsied much more formerly than she would for my sister or I.

"If you wish it sir but miss Louisa did insist that she be the one to greet our guests." At this, my sister coloured.

"Oh yes," She exclaimed. "I did. Well I do believe I have changed my mind. Go see who it is, Nancy."

Name: Jonathon Wright
Age: 20
Hair: Light blonde
Eyes: ocean blue
Personality: Free spirited, intellegent, and is a hardworker. Loves to be outdoors and go on trips around the world.
Other: Is hoping to becoming the vice president at his father's bank in a few years. He also wants to settle down and find love, but just hasn't found the right girl yet. His mother has just died and he is trying to help his father recooperate from her death.

Jonathon sat upright reading his invition to the festivities at the Howden's household that evening. It was more a invitation for his father, but he was going due to the fact that his father would not get home from the bank early enough to attend. Ever since his mother died, his father had been working non-stop. Probably to avoid coming home to the memories of his mother.

He quickly stood up from his chair in the sitting room and walked out into the main hall. The servants were shuffling about, trying to clean the place up after a party his father had had the previous evening for some of the people at the bank. Another diversion from mother.

One of the kitchen maids walked by him and he grabbed her by the arm.

"I'm so sorry Madeline, but could I ask a favor of you?"

Madeline blushed. She was a timid girl of 17 and most of her family worked for the Wrights. "Of course sir. What can I do for you?"

"I will need you to go to your mother and ask her to go into town. I need her to purchase some attire for a party I will be attending this evening."

"Of course sir. Right away."

Madeline walked towards the dining room and Jonathon walked towards the back doors leading to the outlook on his father's property. He didn't particularly like parties, but he was looking to fix himself up. His father had been on him about that for awhile and he supposed it was time to answer his father's request.

Stepping out onto the large patio, he put his hands behind his back, chest thrust out. He let the wind blow over him. Tonight he was going to try and find himself a wife.

*If this needs to be changed tell me*

Laney Smith

Laney hurried back to the house with Miss Collins following her. Her mother was standing in the doorway her hands on her hips.

"Laney Smith, what have I told you about running off like that. You are to get ready to go to the Howden's get together." Her mother hissed at her.

"Mother, we have a guest, Miss Collins." Laney interupted. Her mother smilled.

"Hello, you should come in. I'm sure the Howden's wouldn't mind extra company." Her mother left.

"SOrry,. she is a little strange." Laney smiled.

*Oh absoloutly it must be changed, "strange" should be turned to "queer"*[/scarcasm]

*Gawd i'm such a smart mouth*

*Oh and I'm assuming that the Howdens is where Gregory is leaving, so they're gazes will meet as he leaves.*

Elizabeth smiled, "it is alright, I would have expected her to be a little stranger than she is, seeing as I'm clad in such strange garb." She looked down at her clothes, "I do think I would turn some heads tonight. Might I borrow something to wear?"

"Of course you may, come this way and I shall help you pick something out." After Elizabeth was dressed in appropraite clothing they rode in the carriage to the Howden's.

As she entered with the Smith's her gaze locked with a strange man as he left. He was strikingly handsom, but carried a look of distaste until his eyes met hers. She didn't know what she saw after that.

But it didn't matter, all she had to do was figure out how to get out of the 1780s and back into the twenty first centuary. But she would have a little fun.

Ok, first real boy of the story(and im not ashamed of it either!lol)

Name:Warren Livingston
Age:22
Appearance:Tall in stature, and quite strong. He has Brown hair and Hazel eyes.
Personality:Free living, and crazy, but for this time, it would probly be like a proper person of our age. He is willing to do anything for attention, and dont try to test that theory!

*Ok, my character is up for romance, so if you up for it.*

*I think I'll be fair to the now uneven number of people and make it to where mine girl is now free game. I'll fix the profile, sorry y'all don't kill me*

Laney Smith

Laney led Elizabeth to the Howden's house and knocked on the door. The maid opened the door and led them into the parlor where the two Howden girls were sitting with their brother.

"Miss Smith, it is so nice to see you." Isabella smiled standing up, Laney grinned and hugged her.

"THis is Miss Collins, no relation the Mr. Collins, she is staying with us, I didn't think you would mind if I brought her over." SHe smiled,

"Of course not," Isabella smiled, "Welcome."

Abigail

"Hurry up Mrs. Wilmot! Do you want us to be late?"
I sighed. Mrs Wilmot. It made me sound so old. The men in the stories I read never called their wives Mrs anything.

"I'm nearly ready, darling." I called, forcing a smile as he popped his head around the door.

"You haven't even gottn dressed!" He frowned. "What on earth have you been doing?"

I glanced down at the soeing in my lap. I needed to alter my dress for this evening. With a bit of luck, on one would notice that I had worn it before. I'd managed to...aquire a new necklace, which would hopefully give the dress a new turn, but dresses themselves were so much harder to come by, so much harder to hide or slip inot one's purse.

Shaking his head, he withdrew from the room. I made the final alterations, and, satisifed as I was going to be, dressed.

"Mr.Wilmot?" I called, cringing as I spoke.

He entered the room, and I held up my necklace hopefully. He nodded, and stepped behind me to fasten it around my neck.

"That should get a fair price." He smiled. "Keep going like this and we shall have no further cause for concern." I forced myself to smile back. Unless of course I was caught. I knew that my husband would make it so I couldn't be charged, but still I shuddered at teh thought of being escorted away by the police. That would damage my reputation beyond repair, I was sure.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded. He took my arm, and together we walked to the awaiting carriage to be brought to the Howden's house.

Actually Gregory is on his way to my character's house having just left his home. Thought I'd clear that up. (My character is his cousin and he's going to stay with her a few days) That way you get to meet him properly too. Claire says she'll write an entry tonight and I'll wait until then before I post another.

Em...ok, now I'm confused...