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Post by novalover10 on Apr 9, 2009 22:21:24 GMT -5
Mallory couldn't sleep. She hadn't been sleeping well anyway. She knew she was going to love it here at Beaumont though. It was just her kind of school. And at least she was closer to her Gradndma. Mal wished she could have had a bit more time to talk with her, but they talked everyday on the phone as it was. She smiled to herself. Mal loved the sound of her Grandma's British accent, which was much like her own.
The wind rustled her hair as she stepped outside into the cool, fresh night. She hadn't bothered to put on any real clothes, and her pj pants were warm. She had pulled on a hoodie though. Mal's blond curler hair was blowing across her face and she absentmindedly pushed it behind her ear.
Her slippers made dull patting sounds against the stone walkway, and she stepped off into the grass. Mallory knew one place, the only place she wanted to go. The Moonlight River. Mal didn't know what it was about the River that soothed and comforted her. Was it the quiet rushing noise, or the creek of frogs? Or was it the whisper of the wind through the trees along the bank? Mal didn't know if she wanted to figure it out, then the mystery would be gone.
She had come once in the daytime, but you hadn't seen what was so special about it until you saw it at night. The stars and moon lit it up as if there were thousands of lights dancing beneath the surface. She sighed as she sat down on the bank, cose to the water's edge. She leaned back on the soft grass.
Mallory didn't even notice that someone came and sat down beside her.
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Post by madeleine bachard on Apr 10, 2009 7:07:54 GMT -5
Madeleine woke up with a start, feeling her pyjamas damp with cold sweat. She sat up and took a few deep breaths, but they didn't seem to be calming her much. She didn't have nightmares often, but when they did make an appearance, they always scared Madeleine into awakeness. This time it had featured her brother, who looked as though he had been mauled by a lion and who chased after her with a carving knife on his hand.
Knowing she wouldn't get much sleep after that, Madeleine slowly got up, turning on the light on her bedside table and grabbing a long, woolly coat. If she stayed inside those walls any longer, she would go nuts. The teenager steeped outside her now empty room, feet protected by slippers, and carefully and stealthily made her way outside, towards the river. Being in the outdoors was so much less oppressive, and she instantly felt better as the cool breeze blew upon her face. Some frogs were croaking, and the stars reflected their light on the river's surface. Funny how something usually plain could turn into a beautiful sight.
Wrapping her coat tighter about herself, Madeleine noticed there was already someone at the riverbank. For a moment she was torn between going back or staying there, but her desire to get away from her room won out in the end. She quietly walked over to the person, the grass rustling softly, and noted it was a girl, approximately the same age as her by the looks of it. Madeleine sat down next to her, not having read any warning signs in the girl's body language - in fact, she wasn't even sure she had been noticed - and cast a curious glance at her. A blonde, too. "Hello", Madeleine said, as by way of greeting. "Lovely night, isn't it?" |
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Post by novalover10 on Apr 10, 2009 13:15:07 GMT -5
Mallory was pushed out of her dream land by a quiet "Hello." "Hello. Yes, it's a very lovely night." She said, sitting up and looking at the girl. She looked to be about Mal's age, if not older. She was never really good at judging age. "I thought I would be the only crazy one to come out here this late." Mal continued, shrugging.
She wondered if the girl had a reason to be out here, or if it was the same reason as Mallory. Just to get out. She had never really been an indoor type of girl, but there really wasn't much outsideness in Cambridge, unless you walked out into the country, which her parents forbade her to do. But her Grandma really didn't care where she went, as long as she knew about it.
Then she realized she was wandering off into her own little world again. "Sorry. Just thinking about home." Mal said chuckling a bit. Her Grandma's farm was more like her home, and Mallory was glad her parents had let her stay with her. Then she would go home on holliday's, and break. Spending all summer with her Gran sounded amazing.
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Post by madeleine bachard on Apr 10, 2009 15:15:20 GMT -5
Madeleine gave a small smile at the other girl, who had spoken without a hint of animosity or dislike in her voice. It seemed suddenly having company didn't bother her. Her smile widened at the girl's words. "No, you're not. Or then we're both crazy,"Madeleine replied with a low chuckle. For a few moments the two females sat there in companionable silence, with the sounds of the river and the woods in the background, providing a comfortable atmosphere. Madeleine felt much more relaxed, and now she was even ashamed of being so scared by a stupid dream, no matter how real it had seemed then.
"Oh, it's fine," she told the girl with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I was zoned out myself too," she admitted in a sheepish tone. This girl had sparked her curiosity, and since Madeleine didn't remember seeing her at school the previous year, it was quite possible she was a new student. "Is this your first time here at Beaumont? I don't think I've seen you before...." Madeleine asked, trailing off apologetically. In the previous year Madeleine had been - well, not homesick, since she was used to being away from home due to having been educated in boarding schools; 'familysick' was more like it. She missed her parents, her Mamie and her brother. Especially Charles, now that they saw each other even less. So, if this was indeed the girl's first year there, no wonder she was thinking about home. |
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Post by novalover10 on Apr 10, 2009 15:26:26 GMT -5
Mallory smiled, glad this girl was friendly, and had a sense of humor. Perhaps they could be friend. Then again, she always looked to far into the future, and over-analyzed things. It was on of her quirks. She did miss her friends back in England. Now she would probably never see them, until she finished school at Beaumont.
Mal smiled at the girl when she admitted to zoning out too. "Yeah. I do like it here though. Way different from England." Mal said smiling. She loved England, and missed it terrible. Cambridge had been her home, but know she would have to make the most of it, and try to love Canada, and the United States as much. She owed it to her Gran and herself.
Cambridge was wonderful, and even had a large university, where she would probably end up attending in the future. For now she really didin't have to worry about it to much. But she only had three more years. She would love to minor in music, and perhaps get a degree in music education. But, it all depended on her parents. |
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Post by madeleine bachard on Apr 11, 2009 6:37:58 GMT -5
Madeleine nodded slightly in self-satisfaction, glad that another of her hunches had been proven right yet again. She had a knack for guessing some things correctly, but unfortunately she had yet to guess the numbers of winning lottery tickets. Not that she needed the money, but it would be nice to spend hundreds of thousands in clothes all in one go, with no whinging mother after her, asking Madeleine if she was quite done yet.
"Oh, you're English then? That's cool! I've been there a few times and I find it a really nice country, when it isn't raining all week," Madeleine exclaimed excitedly, remembering some of her school trips and family holidays. "Where from, if you don't mind me asking?" she inquired, now even more curious.
Then Madeleine took it upon herself to dispel any second thoughts the other teen might be having about Beaumont. "Yeah, this is a great place. It's my second year here and I love this more and more each day. And you'll get used to Canada in no time, too," Madeleine added, winking encouragingly. [/color] |
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Post by novalover10 on Apr 11, 2009 14:12:43 GMT -5
"Yes. When I get tired, my accent becomes...dull." Mallory said giggling. Her Gran always told her you could tell when she was tired because she sounded like a bum, her words slurred and barely an accent. "I love it in England. I'm from Cambridge." She said, perking up a bit, and her accent finally coming through.
"Where have you been in England?" Mal asked curiously. "I love it here alread too, just a bit homesick is all." Mallory said smiling. It's not like this was the first time away from Cambridge, but this was the first time away from her family. She would have to call Gran in the morning, to tell her how she was doign. She expected her calls, and got worried when she didn't.
Mal could see herself here for the next 3 years. She wished she could have come sooner, but it just wouldn't have worked. She was thankful she got to come at all. It was a remarkable place. Full of places to explore, and the town wasn't half bad either. Nothing like back home, but she could come to like it.
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