A Spot of Tea [Kendall]
Jul 6, 2013 22:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 22:33:18 GMT -5
[/color]). How man summers was she going to have to spend in this dust ridden, awful landscape before someone came along to rescue her? It hovered in her dreams at night, the image of a boy coming in and saving her from the awful farm that she had to tend to. Why just yesterday they had ordered her to help tie up the hay and make sure that the bales were stacked correctly. Imagine. A girl like Evangeline in the hot sun, cutting her hands and getting callouses from all that hard work. She scarcely had enough time to brush her hair at night before falling down dead tired on her mangy straw mattress. It was enough to make her angry.{E v a n g e l i n e H o l b r o o k}{We have fallen down again tonight}
{In this world it's hard to get it right}
{Trying to make your heart fit like a glove}
{What it needs is love, love, love}
She envisioned that they were at a tea party attended by many fancy ladies in high hats and long dresses. “More tea, Lady Beverly?”Evangeline addressed her rag doll. It was wedged up against an oak tree, the only shade for a good stretch of land in this desperate wasteland. Sweat dripped from her brow, but Evangeline did not acknowledge that her sundress clung to her skin in the heat. “Yes, that does sound quite nice, now doesn’t it?” She grinned as she leaned forward and sat next to her rag doll. “I’ll fetch the servants to get us cups and saucers.” She snapped her fingers with a smile and cocked her head toward the rows of the wheat fields as though two handmaidens were waiting at her beck and call. She cleared her throat and motioned with her hands before turning back to the doll.
The summer had been hot, and as such had made her antsier than ever. She’d grown increasingly annoyed with her brothers and sister (not to mention the terrible cousins she had to board with
Thankfully this afternoon she’d been allowed to get away from the farm and play on her own. She’d taken her rag doll Beverly out on a stroll, and upon finding the old oak tree plopped herself down to rest. That she had started one of her favorite games, the Royal Tea Party[/color], was to be expected. She spent a lot of her afternoons pretending to be royalty and acting like how she imagined the old lords and ladies would so long along. It was fitting, after all, for a princess to practice her manners. She continued to chatter with Beverly until she heard a rustle down the lane. “Hark,” she said clearing her throat. She scooped Beverly up into her arms and lifted a hand to her brow to block out the sun. “Who goes there?” She didn’t much want company then, though she supposed she would have to make room for someone wanting to share the shade.[/justify][/color][/blockquote][/size]
