This is a story I came up with in English class and I hope it will spread out to be longer. Please tell me what you think!
Love of Words
Chapter 1
I sighed as my white feather quill placed a dot at the end of the sentence. I blew on the black scribbles, hoping the ink not to smear. I turned my head to look out my window. I had a small view of town, the steeple of the church just barely visible above the green hills. A lake was a little ways off, beautiful snowy white swans swimming in its crystal clear water.
"Oh dear, what should happen next?" I asked myself. I read the chapter I had just finished over and over again, but nothing terribly exciting would come to my mind.
Meanwhile, inside my book the mistress Alexandria had just been murdered by her own husband, leaving their fifteen year old daughter terrified, and running.
I lay my head down on my desk, my ebony hair coming out of its messy bun. "Something has to happen," I muttered. "But what?"
"Abagail!" my mother's shrill voice echoed up our wooden stairs.
"Coming!" I shouted back down. "Guess you'll have to wait Jane," I smiled and set aside the stack of papers. I quickly walked down the stairs, trying not to rip the hem of my dress.
I walked to where my mother was waiting. "I'm going into town I'll be back around-" she stopped. "What is that on your face?"
I touched my face, dark ink appearing on my fingertips. I smiled, and laughed slightly. "Um, ink?"
My mother tskd and then looked down at my dress. "Oh Abigail! Look at your dress!" I looked down and saw the white spring dress dotted with black. "Well, I want to take you into town. I hear there are some fine suitors in town."
I groaned and looked up the stairs longingly. I had no desire to go into town, I just wanted to finish writing.
"Well, hurry up!" my mother barked. "Go and change, then we will go to town."
"Yes ma'am," I said and went up the stairs, as slowly as possible.
"Hurry up Abigail! I'm going to be late for lunch with Lady Isabella!"
I groaned even louder. Not Lady Isabella Watson. She only wanted to criticize my looks, my actions, and my stupidity. I wasn't amazing at the piano forte, I couldn't even sew a cross stitch, and according to her I would never marry a man with a fortune.
I walked into my room and changed into a pink and white muslin dress, glancing at myself in the mirror. My hair was falling out of its bun, but I didn't care. A few ringlets fell by my ear, and my blue eyes weren't bright and big like my blond blue eyed sister Catherine.
Why, did me, being the oldest be the homely one? I sighed and walked down the stairs again to where my mother was waiting. "Hurry!" she shook with anxiety and we walked out to where the carriage was waiting for us.
"Lady Isabella has been looking forward to see you again. Tis a shame Catherine couldn't come, I believe she will soon be engaged. Oh and at fifteen."
"To whom?" I asked.
"Captain Liters," she smiled and I rolled my eyes. I truly hoped Catherine wouldn't marry the captain. He had a long pointed nose and buck teeth, I shuddered at the thought. Surely there were other suitors better than him. He was rich, well at least his parents were, I wasn't so sure about him.
But maybe, one of the reasons I didn't want Catherine to marry him was because I didn't want her to be married before her older sister.
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