I llove writing about Victoria so i hope you guys are enjoying it:))Heres another:)<3
It was 11:00p.m. Mary wasn’t in the house, but I knew were she was. She was out drinking right now, with Sir. Thomas. He was the worst man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was always drunk, women on each of his shoulders, and hand little money. Mary didn’t care, she clung to him like an unwanted decease. Her bed was empty next to me, Mom would never know… or would she? I silently crept down the stairs, making sure not to wake anybody. I went to the door, and locked it, then I walked towards the windows and locked those to. She wasn’t going to be able to get out of this. I slowly walked back to my room, and laughed to sleep, Mary was finally going to get it.
“Oh My God!” I was awaken by a loud scream. Mom was standing next to Mary’s bed, yelling to herself.
“Where is she? How could I let this happen? Damn !” I turned in my sleep, and then finally got up.
“Mom?” What is it? Where’s Mary?” For a second there I had forgotten, then I remembered my face got all red.
“Victoria? Do you know where she is?” She was next to me in the next incent, her eyes wide. “Tell me you know! Please!” She started shaking me, tears rolled down both of her eyes.
“Damit Victoria, you make me so impatient. Tell me where she is!” She shock me more fiercely.
“I don’t know!” I yelled in her face, which then I figured was the wrong thing to do. She slapped me across my face, and then slipped out of my room, cursing the whole way down.
There was a knock at my window, I walked towards it. I pushed aside the curtain and unlocked the window. A huge shriek came from the other side. It was Mary. She jumped through the window and landed on top of me, her huge weight pushing down. I looked up at her face, everything was wrong. Her eyes were all red, her skin was so cold, her skin sparkled where the sun touched it. She shrieked again, her eyes on my neck, I tried pushing her away, but she was stronger than I was. What was she.
It was 11:00p.m. Mary wasn’t in the house, but I knew were she was. She was out drinking right now, with Sir. Thomas. He was the worst man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was always drunk, women on each of his shoulders, and hand little money. Mary didn’t care, she clung to him like an unwanted decease. Her bed was empty next to me, Mom would never know… or would she? I silently crept down the stairs, making sure not to wake anybody. I went to the door, and locked it, then I walked towards the windows and locked those to. She wasn’t going to be able to get out of this. I slowly walked back to my room, and laughed to sleep, Mary was finally going to get it.
“Oh My God!” I was awaken by a loud scream. Mom was standing next to Mary’s bed, yelling to herself.
“Where is she? How could I let this happen? Damn !” I turned in my sleep, and then finally got up.
“Mom?” What is it? Where’s Mary?” For a second there I had forgotten, then I remembered my face got all red.
“Victoria? Do you know where she is?” She was next to me in the next incent, her eyes wide. “Tell me you know! Please!” She started shaking me, tears rolled down both of her eyes.
“Damit Victoria, you make me so impatient. Tell me where she is!” She shock me more fiercely.
“I don’t know!” I yelled in her face, which then I figured was the wrong thing to do. She slapped me across my face, and then slipped out of my room, cursing the whole way down.
There was a knock at my window, I walked towards it. I pushed aside the curtain and unlocked the window. A huge shriek came from the other side. It was Mary. She jumped through the window and landed on top of me, her huge weight pushing down. I looked up at her face, everything was wrong. Her eyes were all red, her skin was so cold, her skin sparkled where the sun touched it. She shrieked again, her eyes on my neck, I tried pushing her away, but she was stronger than I was. What was she.
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
