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Post by Monday on Mar 28, 2006 22:33:35 GMT -5
He smiled and walked off. Sometimes Derek could be a pain, but at others he was actually a friend in a weird teasing kind of way. She wasn't even sure she was going to ever have another mud fight, whether it be with Derek or not. when she moved to Wales with sir Harold she would have to become a lady all of the time. As if that were even possible! when she wasn't tripping and running late for everything, she was to busy having fun to be considered a lady. What a bore that would be! She was still shocked by Sir Harold's announcement about children! she hadn't even thought that far! What would become of her then? Would she become a breeding machine, just to provide him with heirs, while he gallivants throughout the other countries doing whatever he felt like!? No way, not her! she might have to marry sir Harold, but that didn't mean she had to be a slave to him! Or was marriage and slavery the same for a women...?
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Post by Monday on Apr 3, 2006 18:53:37 GMT -5
As Penelope walked back to the house (it was now dusk, and the beautiful view of the sun setting behind the lake was breathtaking) she made a mental note not to let Sir Harold treat her as an object instead of a person. She stopped where she was and took a moment to breath in her surroundings. How many more nights of this would she have? Just being out here relaxed her so much that, for a few moments, she forgot her worry of the ball, and sir Harold and getting married. all that existed was her and this beautiful place. Her mother, however, called her name from somewhere within the house, and the serene feeling she was experiencing stopped abruptly. All of her worry came crashing back down on her with more weight than expected. Her knees shook from her heavy burden as she trudged back to the house, giving one last glance at the picturesque sunset.
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Post by Monday on Apr 14, 2006 0:27:03 GMT -5
She strode into the house, exausted from her escapeade. Her mother was so impatient, that by the time she got to her room (which happened to be in one of the farthest parts of the maner) her mother had gone to bed and simply left a note. I trust that your horse was cleaned with relative ease, and that you won't have to bathe agian. Tommorrow Sir Harold has asked if you will accompany him to a badmitten game. I told him that you would be overjoyed to come. I hope you don't mind. Sleep well dear, Love Mother
Don't mind! Penelope supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Her mother was always making decisions for her. Without another thought, she flopped on her bed and fell into a deep, and very needed slumber.
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Post by Monday on Apr 14, 2006 3:06:55 GMT -5
Day 4: The Rain Falls
Penelope slept like a rock, and (much to her delight) she found it raining when she awoke. Rain meant canceling any outdoor activities, because women are so delicate that they would surely melt if they ever were caught in the rain. Like usual, she was a living contradiction to this statement. She loved to play in the rain. In fact, besides mud fighting, it was one of her favorite pass-times. She had never really been the "proper" kind of girl. Her parents were young when she was born, and they would constantly go explore far off regions of the world. In fact one of her clearest childhood memories is when they came home one day after staying in India for over a year and she couldn't even recognize them. Pamela and her husband practically raised her, and they certainly were not "proper" in any way. The point was that she would rather deal with the rain then spend long periods of time with sir Harold, any day. He was such a stick in the mud! Speaking of mud, there land would be covered in it completely, which meant she wouldn't be able to ride Buttercup for a while. She supposed it was for the best; she needed some rest after the excitement of the last couple of days.
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Post by Monday on Apr 15, 2006 19:42:27 GMT -5
She brushed her hair out and slipped on a deep purple dress embroidered with silk thread shaped as thistles. it was one of her favorite dresses. She walked toward the castle and had a simple breakfast of fruit, which she also loved. The rain was still pouring heavily, and there was quite a thunderstorm going on as well. she sat by the window and looked on in wonder. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once.
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Post by Monday on Apr 17, 2006 22:29:54 GMT -5
After finishing her delicious apple she decided to go looking for a piece of the cooks famous chocolate cake. Isabels mother would always make the best cakes on rainy days for some reason, which worked to her advantage. the rain could be terribly boring if it was to dangerous to go outside, and when she was bored, she ate. her mother always teased her that it was a miracle that she was so skinny, when she ate so much! she had gotten her beautiful green eyes and skinny figure from her great aunt Alice. unfortunately she had also received her lack of curves... When she returned to the kitchen she found Derek Mathews sitting in her seat, gazing at the lightning as she had. "Excuse me, but i believe that you are in my seat." she said tauntingly. "Well it's my seat now." "A gentleman would be glad to give away his seat to a lady." "Well i would do that if i was in the presence of a lady." "What do you call me?!" "Why, penny, you are nothing more than a child!" "May i remind you that you are but 4 years older than me, and would a mere girl be marrying a man that was 45?!" "Only a very foolish one!"
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Post by Monday on Apr 18, 2006 22:40:10 GMT -5
"Sometimes, Derek Mathews, you are such a pain in the rear!" said Penelope grabbing a chair and pulling it beside him. "Does it make you feel better to say my full name?" he said still staring out the window. "Well, actually, it does!" He got up and started to head towards the door, which was strange considering that he would usually throw another come back at her by now. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked him. He turned around and met her gaze. "Fine. Why do you ask?" "You just don't seem to be your usual self today, that's all." "Why, Penny, are you actually concerned for me ?" he siad and he flashed her one of his smiles that infuriated her. She flushed a light pink and looked away. " I was only saying that you are usually a lot ruder then me, but I can see now that you are perfectly fine!" His smile disapeared and he sat back down in his seat, and once again turned his gaze to the window. Well she was certainly not going to stand for this! What a perfectly dreadful day stuck indoors with Mr. thinks-he-knows-everything! This certanly would not do. "Hold this, please." she said and she handed her plate to Derek. "Where are you going?" he asked taking the plate absentmindedly. "Well to have some fun of course! you don't expect me to stay cooped up inside all day do you?" "Well where will you go in weather like this?" "I'm going in the weather! the feeling of rain on ones skin is more refreshing than you would think!" "Well what if you get struck by lighting?" "Well I suppose that's just a risk I'm going to have to take! Honestley, Derek, where's your sense of adventure?!" She started heading out the door. "Well don't expect me to bail you out if you get into trouble." "Don't worry, I won't." "Don't come running to me when you come back fried to a crisp." "If you're that worried about my well being, why don't you just come with me? Or are you afraid?" This time it was his turn to turn a shade of scarlet. "First of all, I'm not afriad!, and second of all, I don't want my butt on the line when you get hurt." Her hand was on the doorknob now. "You don't have to worry about me." she siad smiling. "Well, you'll probably end up in worse trouble if I don't come with you." "Great!" she smiled. One thing that she liked about herself was her skill at reverse physcology. "Oh but you might want to get rid of the plate in your hands." he blushed again completly forgetting about the china still grasped in his hands. He set it down the same time that Penelope released the door and ran outside to meet the wet feeling spreading fast across her face.
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Post by Monday on Apr 22, 2006 0:27:36 GMT -5
What a relief it felt to her to be free of her troubling thoughts. It felt so wonderful outside that she hardly noticed that Derek had stopped at the stoop staring out at her like she was insane. Great! she thought to herself Just great! How was she supposed to enjoy herself if Mr. Pouty over there was raining on her parade! (no pun intended) she reached out and tugged on his hand to get him outdoors, but instead of moving him she did the moving. her hands were very slick around his and before she new it she was on the ground staring up at Derek. He had that know-it-all smirk spread across his lips as he reached out his hand to help her up. "That was a sad attempt at trying to get me in the rain!" she pushed away his hand helping herself up. "Well it worked didn't it!" she said, noticing he had bent down into the storm to reach out his hand. "Besides, it's just a bit of mud!" she smiled at him and began to dance around the rain as she had before.
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Post by Monday on Apr 23, 2006 1:26:59 GMT -5
Still, Derek insisted on being a pain! "If you're going to be out here, you might as well have fun." she called to him. "What makes you think I'm not having fun?" "Please, Derek! Look at you! You look like you just lost your dog or something. I mean, of all people, I should be the one that's upset!" she said walking up to him. The rain was poring down so thickly that she could hardly see him. "Why should you be upset? You have your whole life laid before you!" "And that's something to be happy about?" "Yes! You don't have to worry about how you're going to pay for the rent the next day, or how much food your family ate that night."
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Post by Monday on Apr 24, 2006 19:05:43 GMT -5
"Derek, if you need money, you can just ask my father, he-" "I don't want your family's money. Look, just forget I said anything." "Well excuse me for trying to help." She didn't want to be rude, but he was being highly ungrateful, when she was trying to be nice to him. "Who ever siad that I wanted your help." "Well you were practically begging for help, moping about the house, and then acting all worried about me!" He just stared at her looking absolutley dumb founded, until he finally spoke. "No offense Miss Longsborrow, but I think I've had enough help from you to last me a life time." He started to walk away when she realized that he hadn't called her Penny, but by her soon to be husband's last name. "I'm not married to him yet!" "Really? Well you fit the part of royal snob perfectly!" he called back as he stalked away. The nerve of that man! she thought to herself. No one, not even him, had ever talked to her that way before. She sat dripping wet and freezing, staring at the black shadow of Derek's back as he slowly faded away.
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Post by Monday on Apr 29, 2006 22:34:15 GMT -5
"Oh, dear, look at you! You look like a soaked kitten!" Penelope sat on Isabel's bed, a warm blanket wrapped around her, shivering. "Oh I'm fine, my pride is just a bit damaged is all." She had just relayed the events that had occurred in the rain to Isabel. "I still can't believe what he said to me." "Well can you blame him?" "Yes!" Penelope said, defensively. "Think about it. To regular people, it would be an honor to except money from your family, but to Derek, who has known us all of our lives and has worked very hard to make his life normal, it would be difficult to accept money. I mean, you two have been friends forever." "Friends! More like enemies! We can't seem to go five minutes without fighting."
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Post by Monday on May 2, 2006 22:13:53 GMT -5
"Well none the less, I imagine he was pretty offended." "You can say that again," exclaimed Penelope. "Still, I'm glad it's raining today! The less time I spend with Sir Harold the better!" "Honey, you're going to be married to the man in less than two weeks! Don't you think it's time that you get to know him a bit better?" "What's the point! I know I will probably never learn to love him the way I want to love someone, and he will never love me the way I want to be loved." "How do you know that he won't grow on you?" "I don't know, it's just a feeling I have. I just think that when I see the person I love, I would know. But with Sir Harold there's no spark, no nothing. I just see the man that I will have to marry and nothing more."
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Post by Monday on May 5, 2006 13:10:50 GMT -5
"You really have some issues." "It's not that big of a deal. I knew this was coming. What I'm going to miss the most is this place, and all of my friends. I'll even miss you!" "Oh how nice of you." "You know you love me!" she said flashing her a smile. "When ever Sir Harold goes away to wars and who knows what else, I'll sneak back here to be with all of you." Penelope's heart gave another twist at being away from everyone that she loved, but she knew she had little choice. She was trapped...
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Post by Monday on May 10, 2006 22:32:45 GMT -5
That night, as Penelope slept, she had the most terrible nightmare since the time she drempt that Buttercup had run away, when she was seven. She was all alone in a large manner and she had the greatest feeling of emptiness she had felt in her entire life. But then she saw her friend, Isabel, outside talking to none other than Derek. She walked to the door and opened it and was about to go talk to them, when Isabel said "You can't come over here with us! you have to go watch the baby!" then Derek chimed in "You can't be our friends. The only friend for you right now is your child." They pushed her inside the house and somehow locked the door from the outside. When she turned around she saw her child, except for it was no ordinary baby. It had the face of Sir Harold, beard and all.
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Post by Monday on May 11, 2006 18:18:28 GMT -5
Penelope would have gasped, but before she could utter a sound, the baby, her baby, started to speak. He drowned on and on about nothing in particular, and before long Penelope was drifting to sleep. He was just so terribly boring! Just like his father... she heard Derek's voice some were in the distance. "It's time to wake up Penny. You need to wake up." He kept calling to her and she realized that he wasn't talking to her from the dream world, but from the real world. She woke with a start and hit her head against something hard "Ouch!" she heard someone else say. She opened her eyes and there was Derek rubbing his head. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked Derek in confusion. "Have i ever told you how hard headed you are?" he said, not answering her question. "What-are-you-doing-in-my-room!" she repeated to him slowly.
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