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once a pirate safe haven,
and damages will begin to be repaired as soon as possible.
It is nearly suppertime, and we are all gathered in the parlor, waiting for Sarah to announce that the food was ready.
I am displeased that Father would get romantic after his first wife died.
I sigh, returning to my journal.
I do not think she knows what they really do,
It started out slow, quiet, except for the giggling noises that Father and Anne made. I rolled my eyes, disgusted. And, looking up, I could see that everyone else was, too.
champagne
I only met her once before this time,
wild chocolate hair.
"Twins! Isn't it marvelous, Edward?"
"They're good kids! What did their mother think of them?"
as if he had ceased from his living form and melted into a statue.
I knew that Father was very sensitive whenever Mother was brought up, because they had had a really deep relationship.
Isabelle proceeded to mumble words which I did not understand.
intense faces gazing their eyes on Isabelle's golden curls,
returned she.
"Listen, Isabelle. Pirates are not the fantasy that you've always dreamed of. There is a reason that they carry a sword, and it is not because they are fancy. Pirates are cold, murderous killers. The are heartless wretches who have no souls.
If you would like to become one of them, It's up to you. But the consquences are deadly. If you follow that path, you'll be dead in in a few years, and your soul will be damned to hell."
grabbing her plate of food and throwing it at me, which I narrowly dodged.
"It's been given out subtly in the past! We tried that, it didn't work! Dumping all the information about the kind of people pirates really are was necessary at this point!"
mouth in a cold, razor-sharp, monotone fashion.
weaving the hallways before I finally got to my room.
Father's eyes, It seemed as though everything out my mouth was the wrong thing to say.
I didn't know what to do. Every time I tried to do the right thing, I was ridiculed. Every time I remained silent and didn't try to do the right thing, I was ridiculed. Why couldn't I do anything right?
"I am. As Is Helena." said I. "We're twins."
Tonight, the supper party escalated from its usual three - Father, Helena, and myself - to seven, adding on Isabelle, my Aunt Catherine, Uncle Edmund, & Father's new mistress, Anne Murray.
"They're good kids! What did their mother think of them?"
Father paused. He held his fork in his hand, but he not bring the food too his mouth. He didn't speak. It was as if he had ceased from his living form and melted into a statue. I frowned, looking at Anne, whose expression had faded into blankness. I knew that Father was very sensitive whenever Mother was brought up, because they had had a really deep relationship. I saw it in my earlier years. I was sickened with the fact that Anne didn't know that, but I hoped this experience would teach her not to mention my mother. It was doubtful, though.
"Isabelle," he said finally. "Have you read the news at all today?" I smiled, awaiting Isabelle's response and her thoughts on the matter.
"Father mentioned it briefly," said Isabelle quietly.
"I doubt that the attack was actually conducted by pirates," returned she.
"Have you learned anything as a member of this family?" Interjected her father.
"Listen, Isabelle. Pirates are not the fantasy that you've always dreamed of. There is a reason that they carry a sword, and it is not because they are fancy. Pirates are cold, murderous killers. The are heartless wretches who have no souls.
"If you would like to become one of them, It's up to you. But the consquences are deadly. If you follow that path, you'll be dead in in a few years, and your soul will be damned to hell."
"I wont have it!" screamed Isabelle, her voice shredding through the narrow room like an axe. She rose, grabbing her plate of food and throwing it at me, which I narrowly dodged. The china shattered against the deep brown walls, its fragments littering the dark blue carpet.
After that, Isabelle thrust her chair aside and left the room. We don't know where she went. I was a little shaky. Isabelle's behavior had been uncalled for. Even if I offended her, it was the truth, the truth that she needed to know.
"Madeleine! You had to say that to Isabelle, and she ruined our best china! Your mother's china!"
in a cold, razor-sharp, monotone fashion.
28 July
It is nearly suppertime, and we are all gathered in the parlor,
"Twins! Isn't it marvelous, Edward?"
Father gave her a menacing look, his cold gray eyes shooting colour like beams of fire.
Realizing
But the consquences are deadly.
Isabelle's behavior had been uncalled for.
What you said was completely unnescary, and a plate of your mother's china is broken!"
I focused my eyes on the sagging wrinkles of my Father's beige skin, the gray eyes and large nose.
& Father's new mistress,
get romantic
I sigh, returning to my journal.
The meal was laced with interesting conversation,
"I am. As Is Helena." said I. "We're twins."
Anne started laughing, which was more like a donkey bray.
...but I saw her as a mad woman with wild chocolate hair.
"Twins!" She exclaimed.
...returned she.
"Listen, Isabelle. Pirates are not the fantasy that you've always dreamed of. There is a reason that they carry a sword, and it is not because they are fancy. Pirates are cold, murderous killers. The are heartless wretches who have no souls.
If you would like to become one of them, It's up to you. But the consquences are deadly. If you follow that path, you'll be dead in in a few years, and your soul will be damned to hell."
you'll be dead in in a few years
"I wont have it!"
She rose, grabbing her plate of food and throwing it at me, which I narrowly dodged. The china shattered against the deep brown walls, its fragments littering the dark blue carpet.
Suddenly, I found all pairs of eyes staring at me. Their gazes were not friendly.
Dumping all the information about the kind of people pirates really are was necessary at this point!"
I don't think she's really going to run away and become a pirate, after all, she's had that chance for nine or ten years.
I tried to ignore all the awed faces in the room...
getting my diary,
In my Father's eyes, It seemed as though everything out my mouth was the wrong thing to say.
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