Stories of a Lonely Girl
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Powl', you are doing a wonderful job with this story. I agree with Joseph that the descriptions are really good. I can see everything that your character is seeing. I think you really know what you are writing about. I wonder how she is going to come back to her reality and what would happen to the Crawford family.
Great job Powl'
Great job Powl'
daisyfrost
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i love your story! i just started reading it today and kept reading it all becuase i didn't want to stop. it's too bad she never sees Leonardo again...
Powl'
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All my life I had imagined the perfect princess bedroom, but this room was … so much better! There was the canopy bed I had always pictured. An oil-lamp lightened the place. , beautiful curtains attached to the window; I opened one and found myself on a wonderful balcony. I felt a fresh breeze on my face.
“Careful Miss, you’re going to get a cold like this.” warned Liz as she closed the window.
I had to take a bath, but it was the weirdest I had ever taken. Afterwards, Liz put me to bed, I was like a little queen. She blew off the candle and switched off the lamp. When she left, I found myself in the darkness, I could hear the wind blowing in the leaves of the trees. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them after a good sleep, I was in my own room, no, no!!! It couldn’t be. I stood up and ran really fast to the kitchen. What had happened I could not have woken up in my world. My mother was there, cooking for dinner.
“Oh, you’re finally awake.”
“What happened?” I asked “We were in the park.”
“You fell off the tree, luckily your dad got you, but you fainted. We called your grandmother (my grandmother was a doctor), she said that if you hadn’t hit the ground there was no reason to go to the hospital, we just needed to wait.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“About… three hours, I think. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’ll be alright, thanks mom. I’m going to take a shower, to refresh my ideas.”
“Of course, take your time, we’ll have dinner at seven.”
I crossed the corridor and passed in front of the door of the living-room. My sister and my brother were watching television. I came back to my room, sat on my bed. I wanted to get back there. I had to find a way.
“Careful Miss, you’re going to get a cold like this.” warned Liz as she closed the window.
I had to take a bath, but it was the weirdest I had ever taken. Afterwards, Liz put me to bed, I was like a little queen. She blew off the candle and switched off the lamp. When she left, I found myself in the darkness, I could hear the wind blowing in the leaves of the trees. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them after a good sleep, I was in my own room, no, no!!! It couldn’t be. I stood up and ran really fast to the kitchen. What had happened I could not have woken up in my world. My mother was there, cooking for dinner.
“Oh, you’re finally awake.”
“What happened?” I asked “We were in the park.”
“You fell off the tree, luckily your dad got you, but you fainted. We called your grandmother (my grandmother was a doctor), she said that if you hadn’t hit the ground there was no reason to go to the hospital, we just needed to wait.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“About… three hours, I think. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’ll be alright, thanks mom. I’m going to take a shower, to refresh my ideas.”
“Of course, take your time, we’ll have dinner at seven.”
I crossed the corridor and passed in front of the door of the living-room. My sister and my brother were watching television. I came back to my room, sat on my bed. I wanted to get back there. I had to find a way.
daisyfrost
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oh, cool! i wonder how she gets back that is if she does, i think i recall you saying that she has a couple of days there, i guess i'll find out.
that is if she does, i think i recall you saying that she has a couple of days there, i guess i'll find out.
Powl'
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The next day, I had to go to school. I was in such a bad mood. When I arrived in Math class, the teacher didn’t give me a look, and I didn’t listen to the class, I was thinking, trying to find a way to get back to the Crawfords’ house. Same in Latin; Rory hit me once because the teacher had asked me a question, I answered straight, and the answer was correct. I was used to be away in class and still follow the most important things. At the end of the class, Mrs Roma asked me to stay. When the last pupil had closed the door she told me:
“Please take a seat.”
I sat.
“Miss, is there something wrong?”
“No, Mrs Roma” I replied.
“You didn’t listen to a word of the class today, I mean less than usual.”
“I’m sorry Mrs, I’m a bit tired.”
“Well go to bed early tonight, our next test is on Thursday, you wouldn’t want to fail.”
“No Mrs.”
“Good, I’ll see you on Thursday then.”
“Yes Mrs. Goodbye.”
And I went out. Rory was waiting for me.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Oh nothing you know, just reminding me that there was a test.”
“You know you can tell me anything”.
“I know.”
We were quiet.
“Ok” said my class mate.
We looked at the board of information.
“Oh look! Mrs Strict’s absent this afternoon, this means we don’t have to go to school! Do you want to come to my place, we could study together.” she went on.
“Hum… I don’t know, maybe my Mom needs my help at home you know…”
“Oh, well, we’ll do that another time then.”
“Sure.”
Something in her eyes showed me she wanted us to be friends. And suddenly my heart burned, I wanted that too, but a stronger part of me made me walk away.
One of the mean girls of my class called Johanna looked at me, and told her friends:
“That girl is such a loner, she just wants to play cool, and she has no style.”
I blushed and continued walking. I took my bike but didn’t go home and went to the park. I looked for it, I had to find it. It was there, it was beautiful and huge. I dropped my bike and ran towards the young oak-tree. I turned around it, climbed in it. Nothing. I sat in the hollow of the roots, desperate to go back. I heard a noise, the hollow gave way beneath me I screamed, the little hole I had made in the ground was above me, and it was becoming smaller and smaller , I couldn’t see anything it was so dark, I was falling in the middle of no where.
“Please take a seat.”
I sat.
“Miss, is there something wrong?”
“No, Mrs Roma” I replied.
“You didn’t listen to a word of the class today, I mean less than usual.”
“I’m sorry Mrs, I’m a bit tired.”
“Well go to bed early tonight, our next test is on Thursday, you wouldn’t want to fail.”
“No Mrs.”
“Good, I’ll see you on Thursday then.”
“Yes Mrs. Goodbye.”
And I went out. Rory was waiting for me.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Oh nothing you know, just reminding me that there was a test.”
“You know you can tell me anything”.
“I know.”
We were quiet.
“Ok” said my class mate.
We looked at the board of information.
“Oh look! Mrs Strict’s absent this afternoon, this means we don’t have to go to school! Do you want to come to my place, we could study together.” she went on.
“Hum… I don’t know, maybe my Mom needs my help at home you know…”
“Oh, well, we’ll do that another time then.”
“Sure.”
Something in her eyes showed me she wanted us to be friends. And suddenly my heart burned, I wanted that too, but a stronger part of me made me walk away.
One of the mean girls of my class called Johanna looked at me, and told her friends:
“That girl is such a loner, she just wants to play cool, and she has no style.”
I blushed and continued walking. I took my bike but didn’t go home and went to the park. I looked for it, I had to find it. It was there, it was beautiful and huge. I dropped my bike and ran towards the young oak-tree. I turned around it, climbed in it. Nothing. I sat in the hollow of the roots, desperate to go back. I heard a noise, the hollow gave way beneath me I screamed, the little hole I had made in the ground was above me, and it was becoming smaller and smaller , I couldn’t see anything it was so dark, I was falling in the middle of no where.
daisyfrost
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creapy. cool.
Powl'
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I started to miss oxygen and fainted. When I opened my eyes, I was in the bed of the room, I smiled, I was back where I wanted to be. A slight ray of light threaded between the curtains. I opened them and found myself dazzled by the light. I went on the balcony and saw William on his black horse. He waved at me.
“Hello beautiful, have you slept well.”
“I guess, let me get dressed and I join you.”
“I’m waiting!”
I opened the wardrobe that was next to the window. So many beautiful dresses were calling for me. I took the simplest, it was brown with a round collar. I put on comfortable boots and went down. I crossed the entry and entered the kitchen.
“Good Morning Miss Isabelle!” saluted Mrs Morey.
“Hello everyone!”
“You’re very excited this morning! Are you hungry?” asked Liz.
I was about to go out when I smelled a wonderful smell of marmalade. I stopped and turned around.
“A slice of toast wouldn't hurt.”
“Ah, I recognize our Miss Isabelle!”
I took two slices of toast and ran outside.
“What took you so long?” asked William.
“I’m sorry, I had to take my breakfast.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go, shall we?”
I jumped on the saddle. And we crossed the little wood. After a long ride, we stopped in a little clearing. William attached the horses to a tree, and we sat in the grass. We ate delicious wild strawberries. A brook was streaming not far from where we were. The sun was really high in the blue sky, the air was calm. William interrupted the atmosphere:
“I wish we could both stop time and stay in this place forever.”
“Why?”
“I’m tired of this whole society: going to this ball to meet Eleanor Braft, going to another one to meet Juliet Potter, I mean, marriage is not my main problem, I’d like people to stop harassing me with this entire marriage thing.”
I looked at him, William was a young, free and independent man.
“You should take credit of the time you have left, it won’t be long until Mother wants you to become the perfect bride. She’s already imagining you with a great Lord.”
“I know she is, look at her always telling me how I have to behave.”
“But that’s normal, it’s your education. No, I’m talking about her trying to make us be people we’re not. We hold our desire of independence from Father, that’s a shame he has to work in the city, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is” I answered, not knowing what else to say. “What do you want to be later?”
“You promise you won’t mock me.”
“I promise.”
“Well… I’d like to be a painter, an artist.”
I looked at him very surprised. To me there was no shame about wanting to be an artist, but I think the society of that time was different from mine when it was about art.
“Hello beautiful, have you slept well.”
“I guess, let me get dressed and I join you.”
“I’m waiting!”
I opened the wardrobe that was next to the window. So many beautiful dresses were calling for me. I took the simplest, it was brown with a round collar. I put on comfortable boots and went down. I crossed the entry and entered the kitchen.
“Good Morning Miss Isabelle!” saluted Mrs Morey.
“Hello everyone!”
“You’re very excited this morning! Are you hungry?” asked Liz.
I was about to go out when I smelled a wonderful smell of marmalade. I stopped and turned around.
“A slice of toast wouldn't hurt.”
“Ah, I recognize our Miss Isabelle!”
I took two slices of toast and ran outside.
“What took you so long?” asked William.
“I’m sorry, I had to take my breakfast.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go, shall we?”
I jumped on the saddle. And we crossed the little wood. After a long ride, we stopped in a little clearing. William attached the horses to a tree, and we sat in the grass. We ate delicious wild strawberries. A brook was streaming not far from where we were. The sun was really high in the blue sky, the air was calm. William interrupted the atmosphere:
“I wish we could both stop time and stay in this place forever.”
“Why?”
“I’m tired of this whole society: going to this ball to meet Eleanor Braft, going to another one to meet Juliet Potter, I mean, marriage is not my main problem, I’d like people to stop harassing me with this entire marriage thing.”
I looked at him, William was a young, free and independent man.
“You should take credit of the time you have left, it won’t be long until Mother wants you to become the perfect bride. She’s already imagining you with a great Lord.”
“I know she is, look at her always telling me how I have to behave.”
“But that’s normal, it’s your education. No, I’m talking about her trying to make us be people we’re not. We hold our desire of independence from Father, that’s a shame he has to work in the city, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is” I answered, not knowing what else to say. “What do you want to be later?”
“You promise you won’t mock me.”
“I promise.”
“Well… I’d like to be a painter, an artist.”
I looked at him very surprised. To me there was no shame about wanting to be an artist, but I think the society of that time was different from mine when it was about art.
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Powl'
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We lied in the soft green of the grass for half an hour, looking at the shape of the clouds, a white rabbit ran across the blue sky while we could see a daisy blooming in the nothingness. We took our horse by their reindeers and walked along the little path.
“Here we are, do you remember it?” said William.
I looked around, ignoring what I was supposed to remember when I saw a heap of wood. A hut had been built in an oak-tree. It was older than the one I had fallen off of.
“A cabin!” I exclaimed.
“You mean the cabin.” laughed my brother. “This tree contains the most precious memories of my childhood. I used to play here with Georgia when we were little.”
“Georgia?”
He looked at me like it was inconsiderable to not know who was Georgia, suddenly the painting and the little bracelet of the attic flashed before my eyes.
“Oh Georgia! Of course.”
“It’s too bad we see each other rarely now. Her parents are more like Father, and I always envied her, they always let her play boy games and behave like one. She hated dolls you know.”
“Why can’t you see her anymore?”
“It’s not that I can’t, it’s more that I don’t, and she doesn’t either. I think there have been complications between our families, Mother never approved her behaviour, Georgia’s a lot like you.”
We both laughed. He continued:
“She had a real talent for piano, unlike you.”
I stuck out my tongue at him. He kept laughing.
“I think it’s time we go home now.”
We galloped to the stables, and came in the kitchen. There, Mrs Morey was preparing the meal humming a little melody, she gave a start as she saw me.
“Miss Isabelle, Mrs is looking all over for you, you should go change before she lectures you.”
“I’ll run in silent.”
She winked at me, and made sure there was no one in the entry. She gave me the sign and I ran to my room. I heard Mrs Crawford’s voice downstairs.
“Isabelle! Isabelle!”
“I’m coming Mother!” I screamed.
I slipped into a blue dress, took the brush on the dressing table, put a bow in my head, threw the boots in a corner of the room, put white ballerinas on – all of this in less than three minutes - and ran downstairs. There, at the bottom of the stairs, was the hostess, looking at with a scandalized look.
“Oh Dear, what have I done to the sky to be acquitted by this daughter. Ladies don’t run and they don’t shriek. Haven’t I told you that, hundred, what am I saying, thousand times before?!”
“Yes Mother. Please forgive me.”
“Shouldn’t you be practising your piece of music? Now go, my surprise of yesterday has been fleeting.”
I went in the living room, and sat in front of the grand piano. I played the piece three times, just to let Mrs Crawford hear it, and stopped. I wanted to continue exploring the property, this house fascinated me.
“Here we are, do you remember it?” said William.
I looked around, ignoring what I was supposed to remember when I saw a heap of wood. A hut had been built in an oak-tree. It was older than the one I had fallen off of.
“A cabin!” I exclaimed.
“You mean the cabin.” laughed my brother. “This tree contains the most precious memories of my childhood. I used to play here with Georgia when we were little.”
“Georgia?”
He looked at me like it was inconsiderable to not know who was Georgia, suddenly the painting and the little bracelet of the attic flashed before my eyes.
“Oh Georgia! Of course.”
“It’s too bad we see each other rarely now. Her parents are more like Father, and I always envied her, they always let her play boy games and behave like one. She hated dolls you know.”
“Why can’t you see her anymore?”
“It’s not that I can’t, it’s more that I don’t, and she doesn’t either. I think there have been complications between our families, Mother never approved her behaviour, Georgia’s a lot like you.”
We both laughed. He continued:
“She had a real talent for piano, unlike you.”
I stuck out my tongue at him. He kept laughing.
“I think it’s time we go home now.”
We galloped to the stables, and came in the kitchen. There, Mrs Morey was preparing the meal humming a little melody, she gave a start as she saw me.
“Miss Isabelle, Mrs is looking all over for you, you should go change before she lectures you.”
“I’ll run in silent.”
She winked at me, and made sure there was no one in the entry. She gave me the sign and I ran to my room. I heard Mrs Crawford’s voice downstairs.
“Isabelle! Isabelle!”
“I’m coming Mother!” I screamed.
I slipped into a blue dress, took the brush on the dressing table, put a bow in my head, threw the boots in a corner of the room, put white ballerinas on – all of this in less than three minutes - and ran downstairs. There, at the bottom of the stairs, was the hostess, looking at with a scandalized look.
“Oh Dear, what have I done to the sky to be acquitted by this daughter. Ladies don’t run and they don’t shriek. Haven’t I told you that, hundred, what am I saying, thousand times before?!”
“Yes Mother. Please forgive me.”
“Shouldn’t you be practising your piece of music? Now go, my surprise of yesterday has been fleeting.”
I went in the living room, and sat in front of the grand piano. I played the piece three times, just to let Mrs Crawford hear it, and stopped. I wanted to continue exploring the property, this house fascinated me.
Shadow_Kitty
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OMG Powl! I feel aweful now. You asked me to read this like, forever ago and I didn't. I figured I probably should sense you were reading mine. I'm sorry but that's not the only reason I feel bad. I was really missing out! This is great girlie! keep it up please!