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Post by Monday on May 13, 2006 16:49:34 GMT -5
Day 5: The Ankle Accident
She realized that she was still in her night gown and she pulled her sheets up around her. "Would you relax! Pamela was busy doing something and she told me too wake you up for her, " he said, still rubbing his head. "Where you having a nightmare or something? The way you jumped up like that you would think the devil himself was after you! What was it about, anyways?" "For your information, only children have nightmares. I was merely having an unpleasant dream, that's all. And you have no business knowing what my dreams are about, Derek Matthews." Just then Pamela came in the room carrying such a big pile of laundry that she could only see her feet in front of her. "Oh good, that nice young man Derek has already woken you. That was fast, I didn't even see him leave." "Well, actually-" said Penelope trying to explain that he was still in the room. Pamela continued on, however, not noticing what Penelope was trying to say to her. she headed into the bathroom to collect Penelope's dirty clothes. "What a fine young gentleman, and quite handsome to boot!" "Pamela he's-!"said Penelope, trying to get to her once again, but to no avail. "It's a shame, though, that you're going to be married to that old fart. I always figured you two would wind up together." "Pamela!" said Penelope finally getting her to stop. "He's still in the room!"
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Post by Meghan on May 14, 2006 12:49:22 GMT -5
Pamela dropped her clothes at her feet, and she too turned red. "Oh... well... you should leave, I mean eavesdropping like you are on two ladies!" she came up behind Derek and started to push him out the door. "What kind of a gentleman does that! Embarrassing me like you did. Out, out!" she gave him one final push and slammed the door behind her. "What is the world coming too?!" Penelope sat on the bed, rolling with laughter.
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Post by Monday on May 17, 2006 18:47:51 GMT -5
"Oh stop your laughing, child! We have to get ready." "Ready for what?" asked Penelope. It was no surprise to her that plans were made without her consent. She was rarely informed of these kind of things. "Why it's Sunday dear." "Oh." That could only mean one thing. Church. It's not that she disliked church, it was just their Reverend was almost seventy. He had a habit of falling asleep right in the middle of their sermon. "And your in luck," added Pamela. "Sir Harlod will be accompanying you," she said with a smile. "Great! I'm over whelmed with joy at the very thought!" Sarcasm was one of Penelope's many gifts. Thankfully, Pamela could be very thick sometimes, and seemed to think she was really was excited.
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Post by Monday on May 21, 2006 21:22:41 GMT -5
"He must be some fine gentleman to have one you over so fast," Pamela said, still smiling. "I think that you should wear this lovely yellow dress. It will match the beautiful sun that has decided to grace us with it's presence today." Just when Penelope thought that Pamela couldn't be acting any happier, she began to whistle! It was as if she openly mocking her misery. "Are you this happy everyday, or did you hit your head against something this morning." "For your information," said Pamela turning red again, "this happens to mine and Jamie's 25th anniversary today." "Congratulations," said Penelope, rather flatly. "Don't sound to excited all at once, you might hurt yourself!" "I'm happy for you Pamela, truly I am, it's just that I'm not to excited about the thought of being married to anyone for 25 years..." She said anyone, but what she truly meant was Sir Harold.
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Post by Monday on May 22, 2006 22:34:29 GMT -5
"Well for your sake, I hope you get over it," she said with a slightly annoyed look stretched across her face. "Get dressed quickly and come down stairs. You need to eat breakfast before departing to church. Sir Harold will meet you and your parents there." She closed the door behind her, leaving Penelope alone with her bright yellow dress. It seemed to be the exact opposite of how her mood was.
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Post by Monday on May 29, 2006 22:29:16 GMT -5
She slipped on her dress in silence and walked out the door, heading toward the kitchen. She had seen the lavishly decorated hall way so many times, that she could have walked through it blind folded with ease. Though there were many paintings adorning the walls, one in particular always drew Penelope's attention. It was a picture of a young married couple with there new born child, laughing in a field of dandelions. Ever since she was eight years old she was absolutely convinced that this was what her future family was going to be like. Now, however, that particular dream seemed to be fading as well. Despite her first impression, Penelope liked to think that what her mother and everyone else said was true. That in time she would learn to love sir Harold. Maybe when she was officially his wife, she would see him in an entirely different light... or maybe not.
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Post by Monday on May 31, 2006 16:47:37 GMT -5
Whatever the outcome, she new that she could no longer dwell on the negative sides of sir Harold and try to start liking him. After all, that's what the mature thing to do would be, anyways. She walked into the kitchen to find it deserted. She grabbed an apple and a bagel and sat down by the window in her usual spot. It was a beautiful day, just as Pamela had described it to be. She ate two bites of her bagel and half of the apple. She wasn't very hungry... Afterwords she went in search of her mother. When no one was to be found in doors, she promptly walked outside to see if her parents were already waiting at the carriage. Ten minutes later, she was being carried back into the house in Derek Matthew's arms.
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Post by Monday on May 31, 2006 22:39:50 GMT -5
A few minutes earlier, as Penelope walked outside, the sun had been shining brightly in her eyes. She could just make out the outline of someone headed straight toward her, however, and she was so focused on finding out who it was that she wasn't paying attention to were she was walking. There was a small hole in the ground, which Penelope soon discovered, was exactly the right size for her left foot. she felt something twist in her ankle creating a sharp searing pain, and she fell face first in mud. But as quickly as she had fallen to the ground she was in someone's arms being pulled back up again. Whoever this mystery man was (she still could not see his face because of the sun's glare) he was quite strong and tall, and Penelope couldn't help but get the impression that he was handsome too boot. That was, until she heard his voice. "Penny, what have you done now?"
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Post by Monday on May 31, 2006 22:54:09 GMT -5
"Derek?" asked Penelope, still in shock. "Of course it's me!" he said. and even though Penelope couldn't see his face she was sure that he had that same smug smile on his face. "Who'd you think it was? Prince Charming?" Penelope hoped that he didn't she the dark blush quickly spreading across her face. He could infuriate her so much some times! "Well of course I didn't!" That's when she realized he was still holding her. "And I can stand on my own, thank you!" "Are you sure?" he said with a tad bit of worry in his voice. Unfortunately, it was drowned out by his next comment. "Everywhere you go you seem to trip all over your self." "I do not, and I am fine!" she said. When she began to stand, however she found she was quite wrong. She winced in pain, and soon fell back into his arms. "Sure you're alright," he said mocking her. "You couldn't walk one step if your life depended on it. Now, is her majesty going to mind if someone actually helps her get inside." "Oh please, Derek, I don't mind people helping me. Only you!"
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Post by Monday on Jun 4, 2006 23:23:16 GMT -5
"I suppose I could just leave you here..." Derek said mischievously. "Oh, you wouldn't do that, now would you?" "I might very well actually," he said smiling down at her, "unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless you say the magic words." "Please, Derek, will you help me inside?" she even added her best grin, even though her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Not those magic words! The other ones." "I'm very sure I don't know what your talking about." "Oh yes you do!" "Please Derek, we're not five any more!" she said stubbornly. "Well, if you just want to wait out here..." "Okay, fine! I'll say the stupid words!" she sighed and then mumbled a long sentence in a very quiet voice. "I'm sorry," Derek said when she was finished. "I can't quite hear you. Could you repeat that?" "I said," Penelope piped in, using a louder voice. "Derek is the greatest and strongest guy ever, and he deserves a medal for alway having to bail Penny out of trouble. There, are you satisfied now!" "Why yes, thank you, I am." And with that he hoisted Penelope up in his arms and headed for the door.
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Post by Monday on Jun 15, 2006 10:59:33 GMT -5
"Ow! Could you just be a little more gentle?!" Derek, try as he might, couldn't fit Penelope through the front door facing the correct way, and didn't figure this out until Penelope hit her head on the side of the door. "Sorry! It's just you way a lot more than you did when we were ten!" said Derek trying to defend himself. "Are you calling me fat?" "No!" he said defensively. "And besides," Penelope added. "I recall you making the same mistake back then as you just did now. I should have remembered that..." "Who knows. Maybe I knocked some sense into you." "Very funny Derek." "I know I am." "You are so full of yourself!" "And you aren't?" "It's funny, it only seems to happen to me when I'm around you. I think your a bad influence on me, Derek Mathews." They finally came into the kitchen, and he sat her down in a chair. "I'll be right back," he called out to her, heading in the opposite direction. "Just leave me here! All defenseless and alone!" He turned back one last time before exiting and smiled at her. "You're a tough girl, you can handle yourself."
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Post by Monday on Jun 28, 2006 22:18:00 GMT -5
A few minutes later Derek walked in holding two wet rags. He placed one on her head and with the other he knelt down and put on her ankle. Penelope grasped the one on her head so it wouldn't fall and looked down at him. "Wow, Derek, I like the sight of you groveling at my feet." Derek scoffed at her remark. "Well take a good look, because you won't be seeing it again." "Why can't we seem to just have a decent conversation with each other?" she said looking down at him with bewilderment. "Hey, I'm not the one that started it that time. You did." "I did not!" "Did too!" "No I was simply making a statement, you're the one that was rude," she said in her defense. "Oh, and calling me your slave boy isn't considered rude?" Derek protested. It's fairly certain that Penelope would have had a witty remark to that as well, if Sir Harold hadn't of walked in right at that moment.
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Post by Monday on Jul 3, 2006 13:17:40 GMT -5
Penelope just then caught sight of him and pushed Derek away from her with surprising force. "Oh... Sir Harold! Derek was just helping me get inside." Apparently Sir Harold was unaffected by Derek's presence what so ever. "What happened?" He said rushing to her side. "Well I was walking outside and I stupidly tripped in a whole. I think I might have sprained my ankle." "How awful! It must have been very scary for you," he said with what at least looked like a sympathetic look. "Well, I guess I'll be going now," said Derek, walking toward the door, but nobody seemed to have noticed he was there. Penelope's parents were now joined in the mix of things. "Oh my poor baby, does it hurt to terribly much, dear?" cried her mother. "Oh no, it's not that bad. Actually Derek helped me in," said Penelope turning to him. Everyone else followed suit and turned to look at Derek with expressionless looks on their faces. All except for Penelope who was trying desperately not to bust out laughing. "Oh did he now!" said Sir Harold standing up and walking toward him. "Here you go my boy. It's the least I can do for rescuing my love." He stuck out a few bills for Derek to take in payment. "Oh, it was really nothing," he said looking down at the money. "There's no need for any kind of reward." He was trying to subtly head toward the door. It was obvious from his bright red face that he was not used to be thanked for an act of kindness, much less offered money for it.
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Post by Monday on Jul 23, 2006 22:59:03 GMT -5
"Suit yourself," said Sir Harold walking back over to Penelope. He was generous enough to offer up a reward once, but far from handing out money twice. With attention back on Penelope, Derek took the opportunity to escape. Though Penelope insisted that she was strong enough to walk to her room, Sir Harold wanted her to be carried. However, he took one look up the tall flight of stairs and decided to not take her himself. Penelope could of sworn she heard him grumble something along the lines of "not as young as I once was." Unfortunately, there seemed to be only one person in the entire house that was young enough to carry her upstairs and that person just happened to be Derek.
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Post by Monday on Aug 23, 2006 22:07:31 GMT -5
"Wow, I am so blessed to be able to carry you around twice in one day." "Oh stop your complaining! It wasn't my bright idea." Penelope was once again in Derek's arms, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme of late. "Thank god. We're here," said Derek walking of the thresh hold into Penelope's room. "So were do you want me to set you down?" "I'm not cargo Derek. Just put me down here." Derek set her down and started striding toward the door. "Thank you," said Penelope without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Derek turned around to look back at her. "Your welcome," he said, just as politely. For one moment they just looked at each other in total silence, until some one called Derek from downstairs. "I guess I should probably go," he said turning back around. "Yes, I guess you should. I'll see you later." "Goodbye," said Derek as he went down the stairs.
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