One Complicated Love Story – Part of Chapter One

Hello! Happy Friday! Last night I rediscovered my old account on Wattpad and I have a few works uploaded. I was also searching through my saved stories that I used to read and it brought me a lot of nostalgia. As much as I hate to admit, my guilty pleasure to read was the whole Bad Boy and Good Girl trope. That was essentially the only thing I would read, otherwise I wouldn’t read anything else. 

The story that I’m sharing a snippet with you all today is one that I attempted to make of that trope. I’m not going to post the full chapter because it’s a bit long. I also have 11 full chapters written (that are unpublished). If you like the story, although it’s when I was 15, so it’s not my best quality, I would be willing to share the full chapters. 

Let me know down in the comments if you currently or used to go on Wattpad, and what was your guilty pleasure reads. Also, let me know if you want to see more of this story!

Beginning of Chapter One

I woke up a couple minutes before my alarm clock like I usually do. I put on my glasses so I could see what I was doing. I reach over to turn on my light and cringed at how bright it was, putting a hand across my eyes. “Ryan!” My father called my name from the bottom of the stairs. I slowly climbed out of my bed, and yelled back, “What?!”

I grabbed a random T-shirt from my closet and pulled it over my head. I pulled out a pair of pale blue jeans and jumped them over my hips. I pulled my long red hair into a ponytail as I walked down the stairs. I went to go sit down at the table where my father was reading the newspaper, holding a glass of milk.

“You yelled?” I asked as I put some bread into the toaster. 

“I was just making sure you were awake, that’s all.”  He mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I went to bite the piece of toast. 

After I was done eating, I put my plate into the sink and ran up the stairs to grab my backpack, and walked back down. A car honked outside.

“Bye dad, love you,” I said to my father.

“Yeah, okay.” My father is normally like this, not even saying goodbye to the only close person in his life. I shrugged it off as I ran to the parked car in the driveway.

“Hey, babe.” My boyfriend, Kyo greeted me when I got into his car. I kissed his cheek for my hello. As soon as I got buckled he pulled out of the driveway and drove to school.

“Ryan…” Kyo started to say. I looked at him and hummed a yes, for him to go on. “I think it’s time to break up.” He told me in a low tone.

I sat there for a moment trying to sink in what he just told me. I decided to finally speak, “Break up?! What! Why?” Kyo jumped, he didn’t even dare to look at me.

“Ryan, I’m sorry, really I am. But you know I’m just not feeling it anymore.” He tried to act cool, but his eyes told another story.

“After the two years we spent together, you decided out of the blue, you weren’t feeling it anymore?” I questioned him.

Kyo and I have been dating for at least two years. He hasn’t shown any sign of him losing interest. 

Kyo parked his car in the street.

“I’m sorry.” His voice nearly broke. He got out of the car while I sat in the passenger seat for a while before getting out. I was hurt, but I don’t cry much, even in this situation. No matter how much I felt like crying, I couldn’t.

After I headed to class thinking of what could have gone wrong, but I came up with no solution.

A chapter from Short Story 4

Hello! Happy Friday everyone. I thought I’d switch it up and share a story I wrote a lonnng time ago instead of a writing prompt. This is very unfinished and probably not very good, but it still is something I would like to share.

The ride to their new house took longer than they expected, but as soon as they got there, Kat refused to get out of the car.

“Kat, get out of the car!” Her father told her as he was unloading the trunk.

“Why did we have to move? Couldn’t she have moved to our house?” Kat asked her father since the only reason they moved was that her father got a new girlfriend, and Kat doesn’t even know who she is.

“Don’t be so rude!” Her father tried to give her manners. Kat looked around but, she saw no sign of any woman, and the house lights were off.

“I don’t know this woman and you expect me to like it? And where even is she?” She doesn’t know what to think. A few seconds after she asked a car pulled up the driveway, a woman in the driver’s seat.

“Be nice, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.” He pointed his finger to her. Kat made a face. The woman got out of the car, carrying a briefcase.

“Mark!” The woman yelled Kat’s father’s name. She rushed to give him a hug, Mark didn’t seem very surprised. The woman turned to Kat, Kat didn’t look at her.

“You must be Kat. I’m Alice, it’s very nice to meet you, you know your father talks a lot about you but you look prettier in person.” She’s so polite, Kat just rolled her eyes.

“Isn’t that just cliché, I’m just going to unload the trunk.” She said her back turned on them.

“Kat! What did I just say?” Her father had a very displeased face.

“Mark, it’s okay. She’ll come around.” Alice comforted him. Kat let herself in the house before Mark and Alice got to the door. Kat stops as she walks in, she looks around and she just frowns. She sees wide open space; the room is plain and simple, earth tone.

“Do you two like the place?” Alice asks the both of them.

“Yes, nice and cozy,” Mark replies. Kat ignored them. She walked into the first room she saw and dropped her stuff there.

“I got my stuff, Mark you do yours.” Kat walked back into the room and slammed it.

“Young Lady! Get out here!” Her father yelled but she didn’t listen.  Alice walked over to him and gently tugged on his arm leading him to the couch.

“Mark. Dear, give her some time. It’s been a long day for her.” Alice comforted Mark. They leaned in closer to kiss one another.

“I haven’t even been in behind a closed door for five minutes yet and you’re already starting to make out?” Kat walked into the living room.

“It’s not like that.” Her father protested. Kat just rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. By the way, since we moved, I need to know when I’m going to school.” Kat had said.

“I planned ahead and so you can start tomorrow. The principal picked out your schedule so you don’t have to worry about that.” Alice told her.

“That’s very kind of you.” Her father smiled.

“Wow, I’m going to love it here!” Kat said sarcastically as she was walking back into her room.  Alice and Mark decided to go to sleep because it was really late, and hinted to Kat that she should too, but she didn’t listen.

The next morning Mark pushed Kat out of her bed and then walked out of the room. “What the hell!?” She stood up off of the floor and walked out.

“Breakfast?” Alice held out a plate offering it to her. She gave her a dirty look and shook her head.

“Hurry up; you got twenty minutes before we leave.” Her father reminded her. Kat walked to her room.

Top Short Story Collection

As I’ve stated before, I am currently in college majoring in English and in this last semester, I took a couple short story classes, so I thought it’d be fun to share with all you the wonderful short stories I have read all throughout the class that I have loved or just purely enjoyed.

**Disclaimer** Views, thoughts, and opinions are solely my own. They’re just my own opinions, as you are entitled to your own, regardless if I like the stories or not, I still would like to know your own thoughts about the books too! So please feel free to leave a comment or contact me and let me know!

Short Stories (in no particular order):

One More Thing by Raymond Carver

This story is about a mother who arrives home while hearing a heated argument between her teen daughter and her drunken husband.

A Father by Bharati Mukherjee

Mr. Bhomick is a very religious man and discovers her daughter is pregnant and this story leads until the truth about it comes about.

Tiny, Smiling Daddy by Mary Gaitskill

This is about a woman in her twenties who writes an article about her relationship with her father. This is told by her father’s perspective and he talks about the tension in their relationship.

In the Shadow of War by Ben Okri

This really descriptive story tells the story of a boy who has been shielded by war, who is suddenly sees everything war is.

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston

This is mostly told through the third person narrative about Janie’s life starting when she’s sixteen until she’s in her old age. It follows her journey of her following her horizons.

Trifles by Susan Glaspell

This is actually a play, but there is a short story of it called, “Jury of Her Peers”, and I have also read that version. This is a story of a woman about to be on trial for killing her husband, but it talks through different characters other than the woman, about different things around her household looking for evidence.

Recitatif by Toni Morrison

Two girls enter a foster home because their mothers cannot take care of them anymore. It follows through didn’t periods of their life meeting each other after so much time has passed, and talking about the girl that they cannot forget from the home.

On Monday of Last Week by Chimamanda Adichie

This is a story from the authors novel, The Thing Around Your Neck, and in this story, the Nigerian woman takes care of an American child while the husband/father is out working.

Mr. Tang’s Girls by Shirley Geok-Lin Lim

This is the story about Mr. Tang being annoyed of one of his daughters to the point where he sets up an arranged marriage for her to get her away from him.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

This is actually a poem about the narrator took different roads in life.

Bold Petals

I wrote this chapter in the first semester of my freshman year of college, and I had this big idea of writing about this girl who has OCD and anxiety, and she meets this boy that would help her ease her mental health, to get help. While this boy would be dealing with his own. So basically a romance. I, unfortunately, lost all motivation to continue with this story and idea. So, I thought I’d share with you all something that was once started but never continued.

Chapter one

        I slammed the book closed for the third time in the last half hour, and threw it towards the end of my bed next to my cat, Shadow, making her jump. Although I’ve read the page three times, I have the urge to read it again. What if I miss something important now and then later on? I need to know it! I cannot tell you how many times I’ve reread pages of a book before even finishing it. My friends know how I read books, so they’ve timed me on how long it takes me to fully read a book, and move onto the next one. The last book I read was, Wuthering Heights, but I had to finish it sooner because I had to read it for English class. It took me about two weeks. I over-examined that book just so I wouldn’t miss anything that could possibly be on the test, and so I could participate in the class discussion.

“Annie! You’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.” My mother yelled. I quickly changed into my work uniform. A white shirt with black pants and I ran out of my room.

“Coming!” I shouted as I ran down the stairs. My mother was already waiting for me in the car. I would drive myself to work, but getting in the driver’s side has caused more anxiety attacks than I need. My parents both agreed that driving isn’t what I need to work on anyways. They’re slowly getting me help with my anxiety and my OCD. I think they haven’t fully committed to getting me a therapist yet because they haven’t accepted my mental illnesses yet.

After a short ten minutes, my mother pulled up to the entrance door to the diner, and I jumped out of the SUV and said “goodbye” to her. I pulled open the door, and the bell rang loudly on top of the creaking door.

        “Hi, Annie.” Debra welcomed me. I mumbled back a “hello” to her. I went into the back room to grab an apron. My boss, Dennis was sitting at his desk, as usual but there was a guy, looking around my age standing in front of him. I try to avoid them, and as I get to the door, Dennis calls me back. I turn on my heels and stride towards his desk.

        “Annie. Oliver. You’re going to train him in tonight. Alright?” He announced. He turned back to look at Oliver. “You pay attention to her, and do as she says, understand?” Oliver nods. We get the go-ahead from Dennis to begin working.

I am so nervous, I have never trained anyone in before. Debra is more than capable to do it. What if Dennis is testing my ability? What if I’m not good enough? I realize that I haven’t said anything to Oliver in five minutes, and he’s just standing there looking at me.

        “Are you okay?” Oliver asks me. I glance at him, trying to think of something to make this less awkward.

        “Uhm, okay the first thing…um, when someone calls, we answer saying ‘Old Town Diner, how can I help you?’” I pause. I realize my hands are shaking as I grabbed the menu off the counter. “Here’s the menu, abbreviate it as though we are able to understand it. The cooks aren’t particularly picky, as long as they get the order right.” I’m doing okay so far, I think. I hand him the menu, and my shaky hands miss his. I just let him grab it himself. I avoid his blue-green eyes, that was staring at me.

        “Am I in charge of the phone today?” He questions. I freeze, I didn’t know the answer to that. What if Dennis told me, and I didn’t pay attention? I didn’t want to go back to ask because what if he thinks I’m unworthy of being a worker here.

   “He’s just watching you work for today. Talk him through different scenarios between orders. I’m taking the tables today.” Debra intervenes, thankfully. I go on to explain some of the normal orders to expect like, our burgers and fries, our fried chicken and in the morning, waffles. When the phone started ringing, I jumped.

         “Old Town Diner, how can I help you?” I answered shakily. The man on the phone told me his order fast, so I had to triple check his order because I don’t want to get anything wrong.  After I totaled his order, we hung up. I sent the order back.

        “Do we really need to check the order that many times?” Oliver asked. I could feel my cheeks burn.

         “Uh… Err, no. As long as the customer has confirmed the order once, you should be fine.” I clarified. “Do you have any questions?”

        “What’s your phone number?” He queried.

   “My w…what?” I stuttered. Oliver laughed, showing his perfect teeth. Dennis came through the back door and walked to us.

   “Since we’re slow tonight, I’m letting Debra go home early. Can you both handle closing up tonight?” Dennis questioned. I haven’t closed by myself before.

        “I think we can handle it.” Oliver intervened. I quickly glanced at him in surprise.  

        “Perfect. Here’s the keys. Goodnight.” Dennis hands me the keys and went through the back door, with Debra following.

        “Goodnight guys!” Debra shouts before going through the door. I hear Oliver mumble it back to her.

        There were only a couple more phone calls after they both left, and one more table. Oliver dealt with the till and getting the orders for the customers, while I was busy.

Echo of the Sea

This is a short story I created for my creative writing class in my senior year of high school, it’s a bit long so, enjoy. 🙂

She sat in an old wooden chair, flipping through the pages of an even older book, lost in her story until reality came crashing through.

“Elsie, there is a young man who requires your assistance, he is right over there.”

Florence announced. Elsie looked over to the young man that Florence was pointing to, a shorter, wiry-looking lad with light brown hair shining in the sunlight. He wore a formal suit, almost seeming to be at odds with the sly smile upon his lips. She closed her book, and nodded to Florence while standing up from her seat; She straightened out her dress and walked over to the young man and offered her assistance.

“How can I be of service?” Elsie asked the young man. He turned to look at her and smiled.

“I was wondering if you had a copy of Moby Dick.” Elsie nodded and ushered him to the left side of the library.

“Hmm,” She scanned the bookshelf. “Ah, here it is.” She said as she pulled out the book. Elsie offered the book to him, and he accepted it with grace.

“Thank you. You must know this library pretty well, I presume.” Elsie smiled at him.

“I know this library better than anyone here. I’ve been coming here for quite some time.” Elsie recounted.

“May I ask your name?” The young man inquired politely.

“Elizabeth, but you can refer to me as Elsie.” She responded.

“What an interesting name that is, Elsie. Well, my name isn’t as fancy as yours, but it is William.”

“Well, William, although it isn’t as fancy, it is distinguished all the same.” Elsie paused. “What has peaked your interest in Moby Dick?” Elsie pondered.

“My associates brought up the subject of whales, and this book in particular, so I was interested as to why they had found it so fascinating. I’ve always enjoyed the sea as well, so it has piqued my curiosity even more.”  He mused

“I’ve never been to the ocean before, actually,” Elsie confessed. They went on to talk about the book, and all things related to it, until William glanced up at the clock and realized he must go.

“Would you like to accompany me to lunch this afternoon?” William questioned.

“I’d be delighted.” Elsie agreed.

“Brilliant! Meet me at Lyon’s Corner House at noon.” William strode away excitedly. Elsie was blushed and smiling. She turned to view Florence giving her an approving look.

Elsie returned to her previous seat, an older wooden chair, grabbing the back of her dress so she wouldn’t sit improperly upon it. She rested her favorite book, The Picture of Dorian Grey onto the cracked wooden table and proceeded to open it and begin reading. Occasionally she would peer up and look at the clock because she has to make sure she’s on time to her appointment with William. Elsie had read over fifty pages by the time she looked up at the clock again and realized she was going to be late if she didn’t leave that instant. Elsie excused herself from the library and rushed down the pavement. Big Ben just finished ringing, which signaled the coming of midday, causing her to hurry even faster. When she finally arrived at Lyon’s Corner House, William was leaning against the wall, side to the entrance door.

“Forgive me, have I made you wait long?” Elsie apologized politely, hoping she hadn’t kept him waiting.

“Oh not to worry, love. You’d be worth the wait regardless.” William reassured Elsie whilst he opened the creaking door for her. They went inside and seated themselves, waiting for their waiter to arrive. Elsie took off the sweater she was wearing and put it on the back of her chair.

“Thank you for inviting me out to lunch, William.” Elsie thanked him.

“It is my greatest pleasure.” The waiter came by and handed them their menus and asked them which beverage they prefer, Elsie chose tea, and William, lemonade. Elsie was looking around the tiny restaurant, while William’s eyes were fixed upon Elsie.

The waiter returned with their beverages and proceeded to ask what they would like to eat for lunch. Elsie chose the vegetable soup, and William chose fish and chips. The waiter left to request their order.

“Elsie, tell me a bit about yourself.” William requested.

“My life is rather dull,” Elsie began. “What are you interested in knowing?”

“I want to know everything, try beginning at the start.” William offered with a grin.

“Well, I am an orphan, or was, I shall say and I’ve always been a quiet person.” Elsie paused. William was looking at her with intent. “My friend, Gracie, I met her at the orphanage, and I’ve known her for quite some time now. I have worked in the library for quite a long while, it used to be my hiding spot when I was young. I do enjoy reading, I dream of becoming a novelist myself one day.”

“I enjoy reading myself actually, but I never seem to be able to find the time to do so,” William added. Elsie’s interest peaked.

“What do you mean you have no time?” Elsie questioned him.

“I work as a shoe cobbler during the day, and when I arrive at home, my parents force me to do the household chores, because most of the time the maids run out of time to do a lot of them.”

“A shoe cobbler? How interesting. What made you deci-?”

“Here’s your soup, and your fish and chips.” The waiter interrupted Elsie. The waiter then left, leaving her with a sense of annoyance.

“Are you alright, love? You mustn’t let that waiter bother you, I bet he never learned proper manners.” Elsie chuckled a bit. She took a spoonful of her soup but her body jerked back from the hot temperature, burning her tongue. She reached for her tea but suddenly realized that she couldn’t drink it because it was just as hot.

“Would you care for some of my lemonade?” William offered, reaching out his lemonade towards her.  Elsie instantly went red in her face, she hesitantly accepted and took a couple sips.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself now?” Elsie appealed, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

“Well, I am adopted, I was an orphan by the age of two. People say that I have a talent for singing. I do enjoy going on adventures from time to time.”

“You must let me listen to your singing some time.

“Indeed I must.” William agreed. They were silent for a while, occasionally chattering about their interests. They both finished their meals around the same time; they were in no rush to leave.

“Come on an adventure with me this weekend,” William said abruptly. Elsie was flustered.

“W-what manner of adventure?”

“One you would enjoy.” No one had ever asked her to do anything so spontaneous, or much in general just as well.

“I…I don’t know. I must get back to the library; Florence is probably very busy without me.” Elsie stuttered at the beginning before making an excuse for her to leave. She arose from her chair, and grabbed her sweater, and hurried to put each arm through.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please, sit down again.” William pleaded. Elsie gave him a doleful gaze.

“I must be going, thank you for lunch. Next time, I’ll return the favor.” Elsie had gone out the glass entrance door; William watched Elsie scurry past the wide glass window.

Elsie returned to the library, it was quiet as usual. Florence came out of her office and smiled at Elsie.

“You’re back already? How did it go?” Florence asked.

“It went well actually,” Elsie confessed.

“It is clearly not busy here, you should return to your flat and get some rest, you begin the university tomorrow.” Florence tried convincing Elsie. Elsie nodded and turned to go back through the door.

She wanted to stop by and see Ms. Wright before she went back to her flat. She turned the corner to stroll through the vacant pavement. Elsie thought of William, she liked how charming he seemed. She wondered what William thought of her, she assumed by now, he’d think she’s mad because of how abruptly she had left. She turned another corner, there were more people strolling through. Elsie smiled at the people passing by her, them smiling right back. She crossed the street and faced a dark wooden door. Elsie grabbed the black door knocker, at the top of the door. A short, young, blonde haired girl opened the door.

“Hello, Annie.” Elsie greeted her. Annie gave her a wide smile and rushed out to hug her.

“Hiya, Elsie!” Elsie took Annie’s hand and guided her back into the house. A rush of nostalgia came towards Elsie as she walked through the entrance hallway. There were many hooks that held the children’s coats, over the beige walls; there was a shelf the held all the children’s shoes on. The entrance hallway led to the kitchen; it had enough room to fit the five working women, it even had an island in the center. Off from the kitchen lead to the dining room. It was just enough to squeeze the children in at the table. She hasn’t been inside the orphanage for quite some time now; she left before she was even eighteen. She would visit Ms. Wright usually every month, or whenever she wasn’t busy.

“Elsie,” Ms. Wright beckoned. Elsie turned around, and so did Annie. “What a nice surprise.”

“Hello, mum.” Elsie let go of Annie’s hand, Elsie smiled at and hugged Ms. Wright.

“What are you doing here, dear? You should be resting considering you start the university tomorrow.”

“Mum, I’ll be fine, I was on my way to my flat and thought I would stop by. I haven’t seen you for quite some time.” Elsie answered.

“Oh alright. Why don’t you stay for dinner, then dear?” Ms. Wright offered and Elsie agreed to stay. Annie pulled on Elsie’s arm, and Elsie tilted her head down to look at her.

“Why do you call Ms. Wright, Mum?” Annie questioned. Elsie kneeled down onto the cold wooden floors, resting her rear on her heels to be able to look at Annie properly.

“Ms. Wright has been there for me ever since I was born, she was the one who took care of me the most, but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you did the same,” Elsie told her. Annie smiled and ran off to go play with some of the other children in the other room. Elsie stood back up and walked over to Ms. Wright.

“Have you gotten a doctor to see about Annie’s problem?” Elsie queried. Ms. Wright frowned.

“She’s asked you why again, hasn’t she? The doctor says there’s nothing we can do.” Ms. Wright admitted.

“I wager families have rejected her because of her memory problem. She really is a fine young lady, but they’d think she’s just mad after they realize her condition.” Elsie conceded.

“The families love her. They come and visit on the weekends, and she can remember their names and who they are, but she cannot remember anything else that they’ve told her. That is when families decide they need to look for a new child to adopt. There is currently a family looking at her, and they’ve noticed it, and they do not seem to mind. The family does look promising, although.” Elsie glanced over at Annie giving her a sorrowful expression, but Annie hadn’t looked over.

Elsie helped cook and serve the children their dinners. All the women who work at the orphanage eat after all the children are finished and returned to their respective rooms.

“How are you doing, Elsie?” One of the women asks her.

“I’m doing well, actually. I met a very charming man today.” Elsie mentioned. The women were quite surprised.

“A man? You must tell me about him.” Ms. Wright insisted, looking at her with intent. Elsie told the women all she knew about William.

“He even asked me to go adventure with him this weekend. He must be mad.” Elsie laughed.

“What’s wrong with a little adventure? Elsie, dear, you must go. You seem to like this man; don’t let him slip away because of your fears.” Ms. Wright encouraged her.

“I’m not one to rush headlong into things.” Elsie had informed her.

Elsie agreed to talk to William again after Ms. Wright finally convinced her. Elsie didn’t exactly know how she was going to meet him, but if she saw him, she’d confront him. Elsie chatted with the women as she helped them wash the dishes, and put the leftover food away. She then gave them all goodbyes and dismissed herself from the orphanage.

Elsie awoken, and arose from her bed at the crack of dawn, put her formal dress on and went on her way to visit with Gracie at the coffee shop nearest Brunel University. Gracie was already sitting at a table in the left corner; she was looking absentminded through the window.

“It’s somewhat rare to see you up so early in the morning, is there anything I should know about?” Elsie had interjected upon Gracie’s daydream.

“Nothing, in particular, I just woke up earlier than usual today,” Gracie admitted. Elsie and Gracie recounted the common news, such as the Spanish flu epidemic.

“There were over 50 million deaths, in less than a year, I’ve seen in the newspaper.” Elsie avowed. Gracie kept noticing a younger man that kept taking glances at Elsie, and so Gracie tapped her forearm before Elsie could continue talking about the epidemic.

“What is it?” Elsie questioned Gracie.

“That man keeps looking at you, he’s quite handsome,” Gracie informed her. Elsie looked over at the man Gracie had been talking about. He was sitting with his back towards her; she felt as though she knew who this man was.

“Go talk to him.” Gracie nudged. Elsie hesitantly agreed because she was curious as to whom this familiar man was.

“Hello,” Elsie muttered, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear what she had said. He turned his head to look back at her; William gave her a wide smile. Elsie’s heart beat faster than normal because she had forgotten about his offer until that moment, but she still gave him a smile.

“Elsie, I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable yesterday.” William apologized. He made a gesture for her to have a seat next to him, and she abided.

“It was my fault, so I apologize for leaving abruptly. In honesty, no one has ever asked me to anything extemporaneous before, mind, barely has a stranger even dared to say hello to me before you.” Elsie conceded. William was taken aback.

“I think you’re a lovely woman, just knowing you after one day. Even if you rejected my offer yesterday, I’d be glad if you’d agree to meet with me again.” William confessed. Elsie blushed, putting her hands her face to feel how warm it was. She glanced over at Gracie who was patiently waiting for her return to inform her of the details.

“Why, thank you, William. I’d like to accompany you on your adventure if the offer still stands.” Elsie affirmed. William gave out a little chuckle.

“Of course the offer still stands.” He chortled.

“On one condition.” She started. William raised an eyebrow, giving her a quizzical expression. “You must tell me where you will be taking me.”

“Everywhere. There isn’t just one destination in an adventure. You begin at one place, but you shouldn’t end at the same place you started.” William described.

Elsie and William talked a bit more, and William informed her that he made note to his parents about her, and would like to meet them before they go out this weekend, she agreed. Elsie returned to visit Gracie and promised her to tell her the details of how she had met William because she had to excuse herself from their meeting.

The week dragged on slowly for Elsie, she needed to wake up forcefully early to make it on time to her classes, and in between, she helped Florence with the library. Once her final class was finished, she’d run over to the library, and do her homework, and help in whatever way was needed. Elsie was falling asleep before she even had left to go home. Florence had offered to cut her hours at the library so she’d have more time, but Elsie declined. Elsie was also concerned she might have to cancel plans with William of how busy she has been. During that week, the Great War ended with the Central Powers lying in ruin and Britain celebrated, with thousands of people gathered in the streets for days long celebrations. By the time it was Saturday, everything had cooled down, and her schoolwork wasn’t piled high, and weekends at the library were rarely ever busy. Elsie was relieved that she hadn’t canceled their appointment.

Elsie had woken up earlier than she usually does, most likely because she was nervous for her meeting with William and his parents. Elsie stopped by the library for a couple hours but Florence did not need her assistance so Elsie sat there and read Wuthering Heights. She usually finishes a book in a couple days, unless she’s busy. She had read at least half of the book before it was time to dismiss herself from the library and accompany William. She slowly rose from the wooden chair and announced to Florence that she was leaving. Considering it was Saturday, there were many people out and roaming the city streets. Elsie had to push her way through the crowds of people to get to her destination.

As she arrived at the written address William had given her, it was very noticeable that it was a house for the rich, the outside of the house was a light beige color, with many windows and the gardening outside on the shrubs and hedges are cut precisely and well kept. Elsie was astonished at how beautiful and grand the house was. She minced up the steep steps leading to the front door. She carefully knocked on the door, and patiently waited until someone who had come to the door. A woman opened the door; she was wearing a black dress, with a white apron over it, and had a white bonnet.

“May I help you?” The woman spoke with impeccable mannerism. Elsie smiled at her.

“Yes, I am looking for William, is he in?” Elsie asked politely. The woman went back inside keeping the door open and called for William. A few moments later, William appeared in the doorway.

“Elsie, come on in, love.” William gestured her inside, and she followed him. The entrance way to the house was purple; the stairs were only a few feet away from the door and between the stairs and another wall formed another hallway leading to the lounge. William formed a fist and rested it on his hip and gestured Elsie to put her arm through. He led her to the lounge where his parents were sitting. His mum was sitting down on the couch with her legs resting upon the square ottoman. His father was sitting in an armchair facing the opposite direction as them, reading the newspaper.

“Mum, Dad, this is Elsie,” William waiting for his parents to bring their attention to him. “Elsie, this is my mum, Marguerite, and my father, Alfred.” Elsie looked at both of them, in turn, giving them polite smiles.

“It is a pleasure to meet you both.” Elsie greeted his parents.

“Us as well, darling.” Marguerite had stood up and walked over to where Elsie was currently standing. Elise talked to Marguerite and Alfred for quite a while, but they were not impressed with her. They were the type of people who dismiss the poor, which Elsie was.

“How is it possible to afford to go to the university with such little money?” Marguerite questioned rudely.

“I reluctantly accepted an offer from my mother, in which she would provide the necessary funds to complete my education,” Elsie answered somewhat shamefully. She didn’t mind their scoffs and sneers, she didn’t care what they thought. If need be, she’d defend herself and reference how far she’d come while being on her own. William had noticed his parents’ facial expressions of disgust and disdain throughout the discussion, which at this point had him silently fuming.

“Elsie, we should be taking our leave now. If you’d excuse us.” William put an end to his parent’s criticism. Elsie stood up and made her way towards William, but turned back to his parents.

“Once again, it was a rare pleasure meeting you both.” Elsie politely excused herself from the lounge. Elsie was stopped by William before they went outside.

“I’m deeply sorry for my parent’s behavior, do not think that I would ever dismiss you on the way you live, or how you look,” William assured her. Elsie smiled at him.

“William, it is alright. I care not what they think, it’s what you think that matters to me because you have shown me the respect I’m due.” Elsie finished with a smile. William nodded and informed her that they would take his parents car, as it was an easier way to travel than a train. Elsie admitted that she’d never ridden in a car before then.

Elsie and William were in the car for at least two hours with Elsie becoming more and more impatient to know where he was taking her first, whilst William was remaining very persistent in not telling her. They conversed the entire time, about their likes and dislikes, and what they wish for the future and so on. William turned the car onto the side of the street. Across the road, they could see a massive sign with the name, Dance Craze in bold letters.

“We have arrived at our first destination,” William announced. Elsie turned to William and gives him a wide-eyed expression.

“You’re taking me dancing?” She questioned him with a surprised look on her face. William grabbed her hand and guided her across the street and into the building. There was loud, boisterous music playing, and a massive crowd in the wide room. The flooring was marble and had long red Victorian drapes over the long, wide windows. The people inside were dressed formally, with expensive dresses and tuxedos. Elsie was intimidated by the crowd because she felt underdressed and she had no prior dancing experience.

“Let’s go, love.” William gave her a wide smile and lent out his hand for her to grab, and brought her into the middle of the dance floor. Elsie had shown a sense of discomfort, William reassured her by saying, “It’s alright. Let the dance floor be yours, no one is watching anyway.”

Elsie had felt overwhelmingly special, more special than she’d probably felt in her entire life because William had chosen her because he liked her. William never took his eyes off her as they danced; they twirled and spun in circles, holding each other together. Elsie kept stepping on his toes and losing her balance. William had suggested to Elsie that she should keep her feet upon this, and she obliged. Elsie felt a sense of closeness and comfort while being held together with William, which made her feel at ease.

William planned to leave the Dance Craze after two hours of arriving there, but they ended up staying for over three hours. William finally convinced Elsie to move on to the next destination after a few tries. William drove Elsie to a diner, which was fairly vacant because it was so late at night. They were starving after dancing for such a long period of time. After their stop at the diner, William drove Elsie to the Guildhall Art Gallery.

“The museum is closed, you do know that, right?” Elsie inquired. William grinned at her.

“I do know that, but we’re going to break in anyways. We’re not going to steal anything, of course, we’re just going to take a look around.” William assured her. Elsie looked horrified.

“We are not going to break into a museum!” Elsie protested loudly. William frowned.

“Do you trust me?” He questioned. Elsie nodded slowly; she opened her mouth, but immediately closed it again.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.” William promised. Elsie reluctantly agreed to go inside, even though she was questioning the whole thing. William led her to the back entrance of the museum; he had prior experience with unlocking secured doors without the keys. William fumbled with the door hinge and quickly unlocked it. Elsie was quite impressed, but also somewhat concerned. They walked inside, the room was quite empty, but the walls were filled with paintings. There were sculptures spaced out in the middle of each room, the walls were white so it wasn’t so distracting for the people to view the paintings, and had medium brown, hardwood flooring. Elsie’s face brightened immediately upon entering; she loved it just as much as the library. William loved watching Elsie’s reactions to the different pieces of artwork. He never understood a thing about art, but he knew that Elsie would enjoy it greatly, so he knew to bring her there.

Elsie started getting drowsy after an hour of walking around, she kept yawning and rubbing her eyes. She almost never stayed up past midnight, only every once in awhile when she was particularly restless. William noticed her weariness and only stayed a little while longer.

“I have one more destination for you, and you can rest on the way there,” William announced.

When they arrived at their final destination, William touched Elsie’s arm and shook her awake politely. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling very groggy. “We’re here,” William whispered in her ear and kissed her temple. Elsie gave him a weak, but happy smile. They both got out of the car, and it only took Elsie a minute to realize where he had taken her. The ocean was right in front of them. Elsie beamed; she was ecstatic to view the ocean.

“It’s so grand. I find it completely miraculous that such a large body of water could be so beautiful.”

Elsie ran towards the waves, taking off her shoes on the way and she dug her toes into soft, squishy sand. It was pitch black outside, but there were enough lights from the town for them to be able to see. William ran towards Elsie to catch up with her, and he took off his own shoes as well. William grabbed her and picked her up from behind, and carried her into the water. She began shrieking, which turned into laughter.

They stayed at the ocean for several hours, though they never went swimming in the water, they splashed each other often, and ran through the sand. They climbed rocks and found a perfectly flat stone for both of them to sit down on. It was higher up so they had a perfect view of the water and the sand. They talked for hours on end, and the more they did; the more they realized how much they have in common, yet so much was different.

“Elsie, this might be a little soon but, I fancy you. You may be quiet, but you’re not dull, you’re full of life, and as you most likely haven’t realized it, you’re full of adventure. You’re intellectual and beautiful, and I’m so grateful that I’ve gotten the chance to meet you.” William complimented. Elsie was tearing up. She had never felt wanted, she had hardly any families wanting to meet her at the orphanage, and even though Ms. Wright was practically her mother, she hadn’t been a complete stranger.

“What’s wrong, love?” William questioned concernedly. He grabbed her hand and held it close to him.

“I find it mad, you are the only person who has ever wanted me in their life, I mean besides Gracie, but when I was in the orphanage, I wasn’t ever looked upon by the families. It’s almost mad to say that I fancy you as well, and I’ve only known you for such a short while.” William gave Elsie an appealing look.

“Time means nothing, love,” William assured her.

“And your parents? It’s clear they aren’t as taken with me as you are.” Elsie questioned

“They’ll come around, I promise,” William vowed. He moved closer to Elsie, brushed the hair from her face, moving it behind her ear. He caressed her cheek and leaned in. His lips met hers, and it was a pleasant, soft touch, and their lips moved in sync. They broke from the kiss, and they both smiled. Elsie had never been kissed, and she was just glad she had a perfect one. She sacrificed her values to go headlong into this adventure with William, and she was grateful that she had found love along the way, that someone had truly wanted her. Elsie took another glance towards the ocean, while William’s eyes were fixed upon her. As she turned back to face him, she laughed and they briefly kissed once again. They sat there for a long while, and as the sun rose from the horizon, they rested their heads against each other’s, they were at peace, and their adventure had just begun.