Wednesday, 3 April 2013

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So in my english class I have to write a story based on pride and prejudice. Let me know what you think :)

Isn't he perfect,” I couldn't stop talking about him to anyone who would listen. Charlotte was always there to listen to me rant, no matter the subject; although this time, she appeared distracted and barely spoke. It was odd, of her not to say much.

I'm sorry, really I am. But I have to go,” She said abruptly.

It was so weird, just seeing my best friend jump out of her seat and bolt through the wooden door with her blond curly hair following behind her. Without even telling me why, like I didn't even exist, she always told me why. I rushed up the stairs and went I reached Jane’s room I plopped on her bed and just told her everything:

“I can't believe her! We were just talking about how handsome Collins is and how perfect we would be together! And all of a sudden, she just runs off!”

Well maybe she had somewhere to be,” Jane replied supportively

Without telling me?! Why would you say such thing! She tells me everything! Who's side are you on anyway?!”

We argued for a while until I gave up and was about to walk out her door and go find someone else to talk to, someone more reasonable. But at that moment Mary came bolting through the door, slamming it behind her, nearly catching her long black skirt in the door. Her face was red as if she had just run a marathon without stopping and it seemed as if she wanted to tell us some great news.

Charlotte loves Collins!” she yelled with a big smile “And Collins loves her! Isn't this great!”

What?!” Jane and I both yelled at the same time. I couldn't believe what I had just heard; I was hoping that it was just a huge joke. 

I can't believe her! She knows exactly how much I care for him!” I yelled at the top of my lungs unable to control my temper. It was then that Charlotte came through the door. I was hoping that she hadn't just heard what I had yelled.

I'm engaged!” She had squealed that sentence as if everything was perfectly fine. Charlotte’s hair was a mess but her smile was so big that nobody could deny that she was filled with joy, so I decided to go along with it, I stood there with a huge smile on my face and yet I was filled with rage on the inside. I grabbed her arms and started to jump up and down with her. I didn't want her to know how I really felt about her engagement. It would ruin her.

I have to go tell Kitty and the rest the good news!” Charlotte exclaimed, quickly, leaving the room with a squeal. She ran out the door and I could see her head bobbing as she ran down the stairs before it closed behind her, when she was downstairs I could hear everything through the thin walls of our house and what her and Kitty were saying, how happy they were for the engagement, but when Kitty made it upstairs, Jane and I could tell how furious she really was.

That... that” Kitty started but couldn't finish her sentence, knowing Jane she would probably get upset with Kitty for using such fowl language, and since Kitty's the youngest she shouldn't be using that language.

Calm down, Kitty, we all know, and if anyone should be calling her any names it should be Liz, not us.” Jane's hair fell behind her shoulders, along the bottom of her back; her dirty blond hair shimmered like the angel she was (or so we all thought), making it appear as if she had platinum blond streaks. Jane was always there for us, whether it was to calm us down, deal with the situations at hand or even simply take care of us. She always knew exactly what to do. That’s what big sisters were for.

While Charlotte was out sharing her good news to everyone she could find. Jane Mary and I were yelling at each other. Trying to figure out what to do; after a while, we thought that maybe we should threaten Charlotte or Collins, send Charlotte off to another country, sell her as a slave, and so the ideas continued, we had all agreed that Catherine should know the idea we had finally chosen. Catherine was my neighbor and she never enjoyed Charlotte’s company; she always thought she was to preppy and annoying. We would talk about her through our bedroom windows; she would go on about how they’d never like each other as I tried to convince her she was an amazing person. That night I told Catherine everything about Charlotte’s engagement to what we had planned. I enjoyed working out the details through our windows.

That bitch!” She yelled after I told her about the engagement.

Yea. You’re telling me. Anyway, I have a plan but it can only work if you have a gun, you still have your colt-45?”

Uhh yea, why” She had answered uncertain about whether she should have said yes or no.

Since Catherine only lived across the road from us we decided that the next time Charlotte was over I would take her to my room. From there, Catherine could easily aim and shoot her as her bedroom window looked directly into my own. Charlotte may be my best friend but she broke my heart; she will never deserve him, as Collins and I are meant to be, it was destiny. Everyone knew it. The only way I would get him now would be if Charlotte were dead. I could make it look like a suicide, I'd have to. Honestly, I couldn't wait for Charlotte to come over again; the sooner she came over the faster Collins and I could be together.

The day had passed quickly as I was laying in bed that night I couldn't sleep. I was so confused. I was happy for my upcoming marriage (though I still hadn't figured out how to arrange that), yet sad for my friend's death. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do anymore. But, since my angelic sister Jane had helped with the plan, it couldn't be all bad.

Days continued to pass slowly and my doubt grew. Finally, the day arrived and Charlotte called to let me know she was coming over. It was then that I knew, she had to die. I was filled with hate and anger as I picked up the phone and called Catherine. I told my mom to send Charlotte to my room when she got here, that I would be up there, when I got to my room I immediately looked through my window to make sure Catherine was there. I could see her bright red hair as if it had a glow around it, her blue eyes shinned like diamonds and her dark red lip stick made her look pale as she seemed to be so stressed running around her room. When she had finally noticed, we exchanged smiles and opened our windows until we finally walked off doing our own thing.

“Collins doesn't love me!” Charlotte blurted out before falling onto my bed. I looked at her in confusion then turned to the window and saw Catherine raising the gun. Relief washed through yet I was so nervous, what if we had failed.

“The wedding's off,” she continued. He's been sleeping around with other girls this whole time.”

It was then that I realized that Charlotte was always there for me, and I was willing to kill her, my best friend, over a guy. Even if we did kill her we would never be able to get away with it, not with her blood all over my room. When I snapped out of that sick and twisted thought of Charlotte’s blood everywhere, I saw Catherine aiming the gun at her head, I had to shut the window and save Charlotte. I shoved her aside so she was at least somewhat safe, I reached over her and slammed the window shut, I saw the shiny black coat of the gun glimmer in the sun. I was terrified that this was the end, I saw the bullet coming towards me, I froze just staring at it, it looked so slow yet I knew it was faster than I could imagine. I went flying, landing onto my bed with something on top of me. The bullet zipped through my room and hit my mirror, shattering it. I watched as my reflection broke into millions of tiny shards. When I looked up I saw Kitty laying on top of me, all of us covered in glass.

“Jesus Liz! What the hell was that?!” Charlotte yelled. I saw Kitty roll onto the floor covered in glass and blood, shattered pieces of glass and mirror punctuating her skin.