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chapter two!!! (well, part of it anyway)
Two: Lectures Are Lessons To Help You With Life (Yeah, Right!)
Shard smiled as pleasantly as she could at the boring-looking boy. his eyes and hair were the color of mud. His eyes held no glimmer of anything interesting.
"I want to be a farmer and have lots of kids." he told shard.
'gee, how BORING!' Shard wanted to yell at him. she wanted to shake him. and then run out of there screaming like a maniac. She looked at her mother and father, having tea with this boy's single father. (his mother had died in the flood) They looked happy. This would be difficult to slither out of.
"that's....nice." she managed.
he nodded. "you're pretty." he said, though he had a monotone, and it sounded like he was being sarcastic.
monotone, another thing boring about him. shard thought hopelessly. she'd nearly fallen asleep when he'd told her about himself. it was worse than a lecture. his name was Nigel. even his name sounded boring. shard half-smiled half-grimaced at his compliment. he thought she'd just smiled. so he smiled back.
'get me out of here! something! somebody!' she thought, looking at the window hopefully. Nigel got up and obscured her view.
"do you like it in Terimina?" he asked.
"not really. it's BORING." she said, emphasizing, hoping he'd get the drift.
"well once we get married we could move." he said looking back at her, a smile unsurely pulling at the sides of his mouth.
shard couldn't help but groan.
"are you okay? upset stomach or something? i've got butterflies myself." he placed his hand on shard's back.
she struggled to not push him away and screech 'don't touch me!'
"i'm fine." she growled.
he took the growl as a sign that she wasn't fine. he pushed back her hair and pressed his lips to her forehead, probably to check for fever. shard couldn't take it. he was way too close and, though it wasn't an unpleasant smell, he had a strong aroma of earth, which reminded her of what he wanted to do in the future. shard scooted back her chair and pushed him away roughly, her eyes blazing.
"don't touch me." she hissed.
"shard, i just--"
"i don't care. you're horribly dreadfully boring and i can't take it, and you want to be a farmer for Christ's sake!"
he looked like he was going to cry. he went into the room where the parents were socializing, they looked up surprised, and she saw him speak. her mother looked up sharply.
"crap." shard whispered to herself.
"Shardana Fortuna Black, get over here this instant." mommy-dearest snapped before shard could make a break for it.
uh-oh. the full-name. Shard sheepishly walked to her mother's side.
"shard....what did you say to nigel?"
shard shrugged. "told 'im he was boring."
"why would you do something like that, hm, shard?" the vein in her mother's forehead throbbed.
"because. it's true. besides, you always told me not to lie."
"don't use that tone with me! life can't always be interesting. nigel will give you a nice life."
huh? 'will' ? the marriage is still on? man, it thought this would be hard to slither out of, but not this hard!
"i don't WANT to marry nigel."
"guess that's too bad for you then, huh? because nigel is who you're marrying and that's final!"
"i hate you!" shard said, thinking that last line was horribly cliched.
she went out the door and headed directly for the wall. as she went she messed up her hair and took off the nice dress boots to go barefoot. to her horror, nigel was coming now, yelling her name for her to come back.
"shard! come on! come back! shard! i'm sorry for whatever i did!"
shard began to run.
"as your fiance i command you to come back!"
"i'm not getting married to you!" she screamed back at him.
"yes you are! your mother will make you! just cooperate, i'll be a good husband. i'll make us a nice home, with a big kitchen for you and a garden and lots of room for our children."
shard was disgusted. a kitchen? did he honestly think a kitchen would change a wild-child's mind about marriage?
"i'm not getting married to you!" she repeated.
"shard...please?"
she had reached the wall and climbed up a ladder, lickety-split, and then pulled the ladder up after her so he wouldn't be able to follow. he tried several persuasion tactics, begging, pleading, anger, threats, promises, but shard was deaf to them all. they had attracted an audience now, but shard didn't notice, she was laying in the fetal position with her hands over her ears.
man, am i gonna get a lecture. she thought.
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eventually some local men dragged out another ladder, and other men went up the stairs and they cornered her and carried her down, kicking, biting, scratching, and screaming.
they all laughed. "got yourself a wild one, there, son."
nigel carried her to her dwelling on his back, though her hands and feet were bound so she couldn't escape again.
boy, did she get a lecture when she got back. she cringed like a cat being threatened with a squirt gun. (or a vampire being threatened with a squirt gun full of holy water for that matter) the lecture won't be recorded of course, because it was longer than this actual story, therefore i shall omit it and save you the horror.
 Prince Ripoff · Sat Mar 31, 2007 @ 06:55pm · 1 Comments |
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