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"And oh, Geneva, be a dear and fetch my hat from our treehouse, Governess would throw a bloody fit should she see me without a hat!"
"Guen, you oughtn't swear! You'd get in trouble and future suitors wouldn't like you."
"Oh little sister, you do not know much do you! There will be a man who appreciates a bold woman, mark my words."
"But Mother always said to be a genteel lady!"
"Oh never mind, I'll just go fetch my hat myself."
Guenevere Langley looked just like her name. She appeared regal, almost princesslike, with dangling limbs and strong features. However, inside her pretty golden head, there was an unexpected streak of uniqueness. A desire to be seen and heard as more than a future bride who would look sweet in a wedding gown.
On the other hand, Geneva, Guenevere's younger sister by two years, was a meek little thing with little ambition, other than to become a seamstress or a rich man's wife. Contrary to her personality were her looks. Fiery red hair and intense blue eyes, she seemed the type who would be stubborn. Yet oddly enough, she was the opposite.
hey shut up i liked the name lol
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Guenevere climbed up the tree trunk with expert ease. She was well used to it, since she had loved coming up to the treehouse as long as she could remember. A subtle warm breeze flirted with strands of her hair and she searched her childhood home for her hat.
"Oh!" Guenevere cried out. Her eyes grew wide as she tried to collect herself. She gingerly fingered the dead rose lying on the wood-planked floor.
"I have just had a vision." She said it aloud to herself, trying to see how it sounded. She herself had a hard time believing it.
What the elder Langley child had just seen was horrible. And it had happened to somone who looked oddly like her.
i know!! that name rocks!!
eh, sorry. i'm going to abandon this story, I'm just not feeling it anymore.