Post by Echo on Feb 7, 2010 14:42:23 GMT -5
CHAPTER THREE!
AN- I’m working on making my chapters a bit more lengthy, normally I feel like they’re long, but then I’m wrong! And I’m switching to writing from different character’s P.O.V (Point of view) instead of sticking with the normal way of writing in 3rd person, but still writing in 3rd person… just roll with it! It may not make sense with my explaining it but it’ll be synch once you start reading and see what I mean, it still is a tad interesting to me now too and I’m not sure how it’ll work out, but what the hey! Have fun!
Lucie’s P.O.V
Lucie stared gloomily out the gloomy window of the gloomy orphanage out at the gloomy streets of New York. There has to be more than this! Echo told herself in frustration. Lucie turned her head slowly in response to the familiar ‘clap’ of the Mistress’s bony hands.
“Come along miscreants! It’s time for your weekly outing that the government forces us to give you!” She told the girls casually but with a hint of a grimace in her voice. At least she’s honest… Lucie thought while pushing herself up from the corner.
This is torture… Lucie rolled her eyes in disgust. If they hate us so much, why do they buy us these stupid uniforms to wear outside, we hardly ever get to bathe, it’s not like they make us anymore presentable. Lucie squirmed in her oversized blue coat and dragged her feet behind the rest of the girls. Lucie thought this was about as bad as it could get, but then she heard a much too familiar voice jeering down to her.
“Lucille Quinlan! You better pick your dirty little feet up off the ground and catch up to the rest of us! Nobody wants to wait up for you and nobody ever will!” Victoria jabbed her skinny finger in her face.
“You’re a filthy orphan just like the rest of us… and being a filthy brown-nosing orphan doesn’t make you any better than the lot of us.” Lucie grumbled in annoyance.
“Excuse me, maggot!” Victoria shot back at her.
“Oh nothing! I’ll make sure to keep up!” Lucie said with biggest fake smile she could muster. But just for that, Icky Vicky… Lucie jabbed her foot out in front of the girl and giggled happily to herself as Victoria’s forehead smashed right into a tree. Lucie skipped forward to the front of the group with a grin plastered to her face.
Mistress Vandecrott stopped abruptly and sent the line of girls behind her skidding to a halt.
“Alright, you may roam freely now, be back in 10 minutes.” As soon as the words left her sour mouth, the young girls scattered in all directions.
This mere ten minutes was about as close to feeling “free” as Lucie had ever felt while being at the orphanage. She wandered, swinging her hands back and forth, staring up at the trees… Then a sudden noise caught her attention. It sounded almost like a hiccup and a cough and breathe and jumbled into one. She picked up her pace and followed the sound which led her someone sobbing dramatically on a park bench. Lucie circled around the bench to face the girl and found that she looked to be no older than herself. The girl was probably about 6 or 7 inches taller than Lucie, on the pale side, and had dark wavy hair that was almost longer than Lucie’s. The girl hiccupped once more and then shot her head up and immediately locked eyes with Lucie.
“What?!” the girl snapped at her. Lucie could only stare at her in confusion.
“Of course, you won’t talk to me. No one in my whole family will talk to me!! It’s all the same, every last one of you!” She choked out and threw a very expensive looking parasol on the ground next to her in frustration.
“umm… I’m, sorry?” Lucie said with raised eyebrows, not really knowing what to say.
“As you should be!” The girl shot while standing up to face Lucie. The orphan found that she had very large dark brown eyes, even though she was in quite a fuss, her eyes made her seem as sweet as anything.
“Everyone I know should be sorry! I could swear my mother hates me! She’s always telling me what to do, and she never talks to me like I’m a person! Daddy always works and is never home, the only living thing that really cares about me is my cat! And now my mother has found some arrogant ninny to marry me off to!” She complained to Lucie.
Comforting people really wasn’t Lucie’s forte, nor was listening to other people’s problems, or people crying… but there was just something about this girl in the park that took her for surprise. Something that made Lucie want to help.
“What’s your name?” Lucie asked the girl. She looked back at her as if she was insane, like asking someone their name was a dastardly crime. But the look faded after a moment and she gave in.
“Angela, Angela Kennedy.” She said before plopping back down on the bench and putting her head in her hands.
“Lucie.” Lucie said to her, and then held her hand out in greeting. “And I think I can help you.” She told her with a bit of a smirk.
“Excuse me?” Angela questioned with a cock of her brow.
“I think I can help you.” Lucie repeated. But she was a bit skeptical of the idea herself, because she had only thought of it just before she had offered Angela her assistance.
“See, you could just-“ but Lucie was quickly cut off by the shrill whistle of the end of her “free time”
“Just be back her next week at the same time, at this same exact spot! Ok?! I have to go!” Lucie told Angela in a bit of a panic, than dashed off in the direction she came, and left Angela sitting there, very confused.
Lucie skidded into the back of the line just in time, and began to walk back to the orphanage with everyone else. But as the got going her pace began to lag, she had one of the most brilliant ideas forming in head. As soon as they arrived back at the old building Lucie dashed inside and barged into the boy’s room, not caring about the rules, she had to tell Isidore.
Angela’s P.O.V
Angela sat there in a bit of a shock, and in confusion. Some ratty looking girl had just come up to here, offered help, gave her directions, and ran away. What a peculiar day.
Angela almost stumbled back to her house, nothing quite like that had ever happened, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.
As she walked into the house she was greeted by an incredibly fake smile from her mother who ushered her over to the den.
“Look honey, it’s Carlton John Bernard the 3rd, here to visit you again. Don’t you remember?” She told her daughter, then sat down and poured the man more tea. Angela noticed she had to force out the word “honey” but flopped down on the love seat anyway.
“Nice to meet you.” Angela said to the man after picking up a cup of tea for herself and taking a sip.
“Angie, we’ve met before. Don’t you remember? We’ve known each other for 3 months now.” He told in a bit of an aggravated tone. Then he reached out and set his hand on hers. “We are to be married this October.” He said, trying to be as sweet as possible. That’s when Angie’s eyes got wide, how could she have forgotten?! First she felt dumbfounded at her lack of remembrance, and then filled with absolute fury as she also remembered that she had no say in who she was marrying.
“MOTHER! I can’t believe you! What if I don’t want-“ her mother quickly cut her off from saying anymore.
“Angela! Don’t be rude!” her mother scolded her.
“Fine. I’m sorry Paul!” Angie shot in his direction.
“It’s Carlton John Bernard the 3rd, thank you very much!” He corrected her while shooting up from his chair.
“What ever.” Angela huffed. She then proceeded in marching out of the room and up the monstrous curving stair case to her room.
Angela wiped away tears as she slammed the door shut. She threw herself on to her bed and cursed her horrid life. That’s when she decided that she had to do something. She scurried over to a large desk in the corner of her room, grabbed something to write on and a pen and looked at the clock. Angela wrote down the exact time and day she had been at the park and slipped the paper into purse. Angela needed a change, and she would do anything to get it.
AN- I’m working on making my chapters a bit more lengthy, normally I feel like they’re long, but then I’m wrong! And I’m switching to writing from different character’s P.O.V (Point of view) instead of sticking with the normal way of writing in 3rd person, but still writing in 3rd person… just roll with it! It may not make sense with my explaining it but it’ll be synch once you start reading and see what I mean, it still is a tad interesting to me now too and I’m not sure how it’ll work out, but what the hey! Have fun!
Lucie’s P.O.V
Lucie stared gloomily out the gloomy window of the gloomy orphanage out at the gloomy streets of New York. There has to be more than this! Echo told herself in frustration. Lucie turned her head slowly in response to the familiar ‘clap’ of the Mistress’s bony hands.
“Come along miscreants! It’s time for your weekly outing that the government forces us to give you!” She told the girls casually but with a hint of a grimace in her voice. At least she’s honest… Lucie thought while pushing herself up from the corner.
This is torture… Lucie rolled her eyes in disgust. If they hate us so much, why do they buy us these stupid uniforms to wear outside, we hardly ever get to bathe, it’s not like they make us anymore presentable. Lucie squirmed in her oversized blue coat and dragged her feet behind the rest of the girls. Lucie thought this was about as bad as it could get, but then she heard a much too familiar voice jeering down to her.
“Lucille Quinlan! You better pick your dirty little feet up off the ground and catch up to the rest of us! Nobody wants to wait up for you and nobody ever will!” Victoria jabbed her skinny finger in her face.
“You’re a filthy orphan just like the rest of us… and being a filthy brown-nosing orphan doesn’t make you any better than the lot of us.” Lucie grumbled in annoyance.
“Excuse me, maggot!” Victoria shot back at her.
“Oh nothing! I’ll make sure to keep up!” Lucie said with biggest fake smile she could muster. But just for that, Icky Vicky… Lucie jabbed her foot out in front of the girl and giggled happily to herself as Victoria’s forehead smashed right into a tree. Lucie skipped forward to the front of the group with a grin plastered to her face.
Mistress Vandecrott stopped abruptly and sent the line of girls behind her skidding to a halt.
“Alright, you may roam freely now, be back in 10 minutes.” As soon as the words left her sour mouth, the young girls scattered in all directions.
This mere ten minutes was about as close to feeling “free” as Lucie had ever felt while being at the orphanage. She wandered, swinging her hands back and forth, staring up at the trees… Then a sudden noise caught her attention. It sounded almost like a hiccup and a cough and breathe and jumbled into one. She picked up her pace and followed the sound which led her someone sobbing dramatically on a park bench. Lucie circled around the bench to face the girl and found that she looked to be no older than herself. The girl was probably about 6 or 7 inches taller than Lucie, on the pale side, and had dark wavy hair that was almost longer than Lucie’s. The girl hiccupped once more and then shot her head up and immediately locked eyes with Lucie.
“What?!” the girl snapped at her. Lucie could only stare at her in confusion.
“Of course, you won’t talk to me. No one in my whole family will talk to me!! It’s all the same, every last one of you!” She choked out and threw a very expensive looking parasol on the ground next to her in frustration.
“umm… I’m, sorry?” Lucie said with raised eyebrows, not really knowing what to say.
“As you should be!” The girl shot while standing up to face Lucie. The orphan found that she had very large dark brown eyes, even though she was in quite a fuss, her eyes made her seem as sweet as anything.
“Everyone I know should be sorry! I could swear my mother hates me! She’s always telling me what to do, and she never talks to me like I’m a person! Daddy always works and is never home, the only living thing that really cares about me is my cat! And now my mother has found some arrogant ninny to marry me off to!” She complained to Lucie.
Comforting people really wasn’t Lucie’s forte, nor was listening to other people’s problems, or people crying… but there was just something about this girl in the park that took her for surprise. Something that made Lucie want to help.
“What’s your name?” Lucie asked the girl. She looked back at her as if she was insane, like asking someone their name was a dastardly crime. But the look faded after a moment and she gave in.
“Angela, Angela Kennedy.” She said before plopping back down on the bench and putting her head in her hands.
“Lucie.” Lucie said to her, and then held her hand out in greeting. “And I think I can help you.” She told her with a bit of a smirk.
“Excuse me?” Angela questioned with a cock of her brow.
“I think I can help you.” Lucie repeated. But she was a bit skeptical of the idea herself, because she had only thought of it just before she had offered Angela her assistance.
“See, you could just-“ but Lucie was quickly cut off by the shrill whistle of the end of her “free time”
“Just be back her next week at the same time, at this same exact spot! Ok?! I have to go!” Lucie told Angela in a bit of a panic, than dashed off in the direction she came, and left Angela sitting there, very confused.
Lucie skidded into the back of the line just in time, and began to walk back to the orphanage with everyone else. But as the got going her pace began to lag, she had one of the most brilliant ideas forming in head. As soon as they arrived back at the old building Lucie dashed inside and barged into the boy’s room, not caring about the rules, she had to tell Isidore.
Angela’s P.O.V
Angela sat there in a bit of a shock, and in confusion. Some ratty looking girl had just come up to here, offered help, gave her directions, and ran away. What a peculiar day.
Angela almost stumbled back to her house, nothing quite like that had ever happened, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.
As she walked into the house she was greeted by an incredibly fake smile from her mother who ushered her over to the den.
“Look honey, it’s Carlton John Bernard the 3rd, here to visit you again. Don’t you remember?” She told her daughter, then sat down and poured the man more tea. Angela noticed she had to force out the word “honey” but flopped down on the love seat anyway.
“Nice to meet you.” Angela said to the man after picking up a cup of tea for herself and taking a sip.
“Angie, we’ve met before. Don’t you remember? We’ve known each other for 3 months now.” He told in a bit of an aggravated tone. Then he reached out and set his hand on hers. “We are to be married this October.” He said, trying to be as sweet as possible. That’s when Angie’s eyes got wide, how could she have forgotten?! First she felt dumbfounded at her lack of remembrance, and then filled with absolute fury as she also remembered that she had no say in who she was marrying.
“MOTHER! I can’t believe you! What if I don’t want-“ her mother quickly cut her off from saying anymore.
“Angela! Don’t be rude!” her mother scolded her.
“Fine. I’m sorry Paul!” Angie shot in his direction.
“It’s Carlton John Bernard the 3rd, thank you very much!” He corrected her while shooting up from his chair.
“What ever.” Angela huffed. She then proceeded in marching out of the room and up the monstrous curving stair case to her room.
Angela wiped away tears as she slammed the door shut. She threw herself on to her bed and cursed her horrid life. That’s when she decided that she had to do something. She scurried over to a large desk in the corner of her room, grabbed something to write on and a pen and looked at the clock. Angela wrote down the exact time and day she had been at the park and slipped the paper into purse. Angela needed a change, and she would do anything to get it.