Finding A Home
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Elizabeth’s P.O.VI ran home from the bus stop. It had started to rain and I was beginning to get soaked. I laughed stopping to look up at the sky. It was still kind of bright and beautiful. My smile grew wider, that meant there might be a rainbow later. The rain trickled down my face as I continued to run home.I threw open the door and saw my mom sitting down. Her dark blond hair covered her face, but when she looked up at me, her blue eyes were a little red and her face was wet. “Mama? What's wong?” I looked around, noticing that my dad wasn't there. I didn't remember seeing his car in the driveway either. “Where’s Papa? Did he have to go on a twip?” I asked.She nodded, “Your Papa left.” I looked at her.“When will he be back?” I asked, climbing up on her lap. She pulled me closer.“He might not come back honey.” I could feel more of her tears hitting my face. I turned around and patted her head.“Its okay Mama! I’m still here! I can be the man of the house untwil Papa comes home! Just like on T.V!” She smiled and pulled me closer.
I sat up quickly and sighed. Why did I have that dream again? I could hear the rain hitting my window. Was that why? I flopped back down and looked at my clock. 7:30, might as well get up. I brushed my hair out and thought. About what? Life. More accurately, the past in my life. How stupid I was back then. “Until Papa comes home, eh? Idiot.” I mumbled. He was never coming home. Its wasn't just another business trip, he left me and my mom. It wasn't like it really mattered to me; he was rarely home for me to think of him as much more then my dad. He was a stranger to me really. But, he left my mom. She gave up a lot to be with him, and she loved him a lot. And he just left her. No warning, and no reason. He. Just. Left. I touched my face. It was wet. Was I crying in my sleep? I quickly wiped my face off and walked over to my closet to get dressed. I went with my red plaid skirt, black shirt with angel and devil wings on the back and my black boots. I added a british flag bow to hold my hair back. I looked in the mirror and forced a smile. I didn't wait for someone to come get me. I walked down stairs and grabbed a banana and my umbrella before I started heading for school. I didn't care if I was on time today. The rain had started to let up by then, but everything was still gray. As much as I loved color, today I was happy for the gray. I didn't feel like unicorns and rainbows at the moment.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip of little Elizabeth dancing~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I got to the classroom, I was the first one there. Well, besides Mr. Eyebrows. He looked up at me when I dropped my bag down. I raised my eyebrows at him after a minute, “Do you want something?” I asked him, he seemed to think about it for a minute before clearing his throat. “Did something happen to you yesterday Elizabeth?” He asked. I looked at him. Had he seen yesterday? I took a deep breath before answering, “Nope. Nothing.” He raised his incredibly bushy eyebrows at me, “Are you sure? When I saw you leave, you were limping.” ‘Crud! He did see.’ I looked out the window. “Nothing happened. Are we done now?” ‘Yes! Points for keeping your cool! You go girl!’ “Elizabeth, you don't have to lie. You can tell me what happened.” He continued. This kids, is where I may or may not have snapped. “Why do you care? Its not your issue, so stay out of it!” I was standing up and had both hands on my desk. I realized what I just did and felt my face get red. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “Just stay out of it!” I yelled before running out of the room.I could already feel the tears forming as I ran. I knew I'd have to go back, I left my bag.But I could always get it later. For now, I just had to get away. I burst out the front doors of the school and just kept running. Arthur’s P.O.V
I watched her run away. I paused for a minute before grabbing her bag and going after her. So something had happened. Why didn't she want to talk about it? More ever, why did she run away? I only stopped once to let the office know I had to leave, I would have been being rude otherwise.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip of stuff~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth’s P.O.V
I sat under the tree, slightly regretting my decision to run out without my umbrella. The rain had started to pick up since I had left, and that had been about an hour ago. I didn't want to leave, I really had nowhere to go. I couldn't go back to school, and the the orphanage was also out. So, I just sat there in the rain. After a while, I got sick of just sitting in the rain. So I stood up and began to walk around. I stayed under the trees though, the rain hit me less there. I walked around until my legs hurt, then sat back down. It looked like I was under the same tree as before. My hair completely stuck to my face, and I couldn't shake it off. I probably looked pitiful. My self-cut hair was stuck to my face and neck, my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and I had obviously been crying. I could hear the cars driving by, they all went by fairly fast. I sat there for a while more, the rain was still coming down hard. But then, it suddenly stopped. I looked up expecting to see the sky clear, but instead I saw an umbrella. “You shouldn't sit out in the rain you know. You’ll catch a cold that way.” A distinctly british voice told me. “Why do you care? And I wont. I don't get sick.” I said turning away. This guy was the last person I wanted to see. “Why don't you just go away? I’m not your issue.” “Is that what you say to someone who brought you your bag? What would your mother say?” He asked, sitting down next to me. I cringed and moved away. “It doesn't matter. She’s not here to say it.” I mumbled. He sighed and handed me my bag. I held it close to my chest, he kept talking. “Why wont you just tell me what happened? I can help.” He waited for me to reply, and when I didn't, he kept going. “I don't know what happened in the past, or why you don't want to trust me, or if its just me, but I can help you. I can only do this, however, if you tell me what's wrong.” I continued looking down at my bag. Why was he so persistent? Why did he even care so much? After a few moments of silence, I spoke, or more I mumbled. “I was beaten up.” “I guessed as much. What I need to know is by who.” I bit my lip, I knew that. I didn't know why, but I didn't want to rat out Rosalie and her goons.I had every right too, and I had always wanted to. But, now that I had a chance, I couldn't say her name. All that came out when I opened my mouth, nothing came out but air. He sighed, “I suppose you still don't want to tell me.” I shook my head. “Do you want me to take you home?” Again, I shook my head. “I don't live very far from here. I can walk.” I got out before getting up. I took my umbrella out of my bag and began to walk back to the orphanage. I could hear Mr. Eyebrows get up to follow me, but I started running and he soon fell behind in the unfamiliar streets. When I got back, I sat through the lecture for skipping school, before going to my room and collapsing onto my bed. I was happy that tomorrow was Saturday, I could do without school for a few years, but I’d settle for two days without it. I pulled out my ipod before shutting it off. The song that came on was just too appropriate for me to handle.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So, about what was at the top....I'm thinking about writing a short story about Elizabeth. And I have two choices for you guys:Elizabeth in WonderlandorElizabth's hetalia personification. (A story about her as her personification.)Which one do you want? Tell me bellow~!Be sure to Vote, Comment, and Fan! See ya later!
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Elizabeth’s P.O.VI ran home from the bus stop. It had started to rain and I was beginning to get soaked. I laughed stopping to look up at the sky. It was still kind of bright and beautiful. My smile grew wider, that meant there might be a rainbow later. The rain trickled down my face as I continued to run home.I threw open the door and saw my mom sitting down. Her dark blond hair covered her face, but when she looked up at me, her blue eyes were a little red and her face was wet. “Mama? What's wong?” I looked around, noticing that my dad wasn't there. I didn't remember seeing his car in the driveway either. “Where’s Papa? Did he have to go on a twip?” I asked.She nodded, “Your Papa left.” I looked at her.“When will he be back?” I asked, climbing up on her lap. She pulled me closer.“He might not come back honey.” I could feel more of her tears hitting my face. I turned around and patted her head.“Its okay Mama! I’m still here! I can be the man of the house untwil Papa comes home! Just like on T.V!” She smiled and pulled me closer.
I sat up quickly and sighed. Why did I have that dream again? I could hear the rain hitting my window. Was that why? I flopped back down and looked at my clock. 7:30, might as well get up. I brushed my hair out and thought. About what? Life. More accurately, the past in my life. How stupid I was back then. “Until Papa comes home, eh? Idiot.” I mumbled. He was never coming home. Its wasn't just another business trip, he left me and my mom. It wasn't like it really mattered to me; he was rarely home for me to think of him as much more then my dad. He was a stranger to me really. But, he left my mom. She gave up a lot to be with him, and she loved him a lot. And he just left her. No warning, and no reason. He. Just. Left. I touched my face. It was wet. Was I crying in my sleep? I quickly wiped my face off and walked over to my closet to get dressed. I went with my red plaid skirt, black shirt with angel and devil wings on the back and my black boots. I added a british flag bow to hold my hair back. I looked in the mirror and forced a smile. I didn't wait for someone to come get me. I walked down stairs and grabbed a banana and my umbrella before I started heading for school. I didn't care if I was on time today. The rain had started to let up by then, but everything was still gray. As much as I loved color, today I was happy for the gray. I didn't feel like unicorns and rainbows at the moment.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip of little Elizabeth dancing~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I got to the classroom, I was the first one there. Well, besides Mr. Eyebrows. He looked up at me when I dropped my bag down. I raised my eyebrows at him after a minute, “Do you want something?” I asked him, he seemed to think about it for a minute before clearing his throat. “Did something happen to you yesterday Elizabeth?” He asked. I looked at him. Had he seen yesterday? I took a deep breath before answering, “Nope. Nothing.” He raised his incredibly bushy eyebrows at me, “Are you sure? When I saw you leave, you were limping.” ‘Crud! He did see.’ I looked out the window. “Nothing happened. Are we done now?” ‘Yes! Points for keeping your cool! You go girl!’ “Elizabeth, you don't have to lie. You can tell me what happened.” He continued. This kids, is where I may or may not have snapped. “Why do you care? Its not your issue, so stay out of it!” I was standing up and had both hands on my desk. I realized what I just did and felt my face get red. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off. “Just stay out of it!” I yelled before running out of the room.I could already feel the tears forming as I ran. I knew I'd have to go back, I left my bag.But I could always get it later. For now, I just had to get away. I burst out the front doors of the school and just kept running. Arthur’s P.O.V
I watched her run away. I paused for a minute before grabbing her bag and going after her. So something had happened. Why didn't she want to talk about it? More ever, why did she run away? I only stopped once to let the office know I had to leave, I would have been being rude otherwise.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip of stuff~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth’s P.O.V
I sat under the tree, slightly regretting my decision to run out without my umbrella. The rain had started to pick up since I had left, and that had been about an hour ago. I didn't want to leave, I really had nowhere to go. I couldn't go back to school, and the the orphanage was also out. So, I just sat there in the rain. After a while, I got sick of just sitting in the rain. So I stood up and began to walk around. I stayed under the trees though, the rain hit me less there. I walked around until my legs hurt, then sat back down. It looked like I was under the same tree as before. My hair completely stuck to my face, and I couldn't shake it off. I probably looked pitiful. My self-cut hair was stuck to my face and neck, my clothes were wet and sticking to my skin, and I had obviously been crying. I could hear the cars driving by, they all went by fairly fast. I sat there for a while more, the rain was still coming down hard. But then, it suddenly stopped. I looked up expecting to see the sky clear, but instead I saw an umbrella. “You shouldn't sit out in the rain you know. You’ll catch a cold that way.” A distinctly british voice told me. “Why do you care? And I wont. I don't get sick.” I said turning away. This guy was the last person I wanted to see. “Why don't you just go away? I’m not your issue.” “Is that what you say to someone who brought you your bag? What would your mother say?” He asked, sitting down next to me. I cringed and moved away. “It doesn't matter. She’s not here to say it.” I mumbled. He sighed and handed me my bag. I held it close to my chest, he kept talking. “Why wont you just tell me what happened? I can help.” He waited for me to reply, and when I didn't, he kept going. “I don't know what happened in the past, or why you don't want to trust me, or if its just me, but I can help you. I can only do this, however, if you tell me what's wrong.” I continued looking down at my bag. Why was he so persistent? Why did he even care so much? After a few moments of silence, I spoke, or more I mumbled. “I was beaten up.” “I guessed as much. What I need to know is by who.” I bit my lip, I knew that. I didn't know why, but I didn't want to rat out Rosalie and her goons.I had every right too, and I had always wanted to. But, now that I had a chance, I couldn't say her name. All that came out when I opened my mouth, nothing came out but air. He sighed, “I suppose you still don't want to tell me.” I shook my head. “Do you want me to take you home?” Again, I shook my head. “I don't live very far from here. I can walk.” I got out before getting up. I took my umbrella out of my bag and began to walk back to the orphanage. I could hear Mr. Eyebrows get up to follow me, but I started running and he soon fell behind in the unfamiliar streets. When I got back, I sat through the lecture for skipping school, before going to my room and collapsing onto my bed. I was happy that tomorrow was Saturday, I could do without school for a few years, but I’d settle for two days without it. I pulled out my ipod before shutting it off. The song that came on was just too appropriate for me to handle.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So, about what was at the top....I'm thinking about writing a short story about Elizabeth. And I have two choices for you guys:Elizabeth in WonderlandorElizabth's hetalia personification. (A story about her as her personification.)Which one do you want? Tell me bellow~!Be sure to Vote, Comment, and Fan! See ya later!
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