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Ok this is my third attempt I think on writing a story. I usually write about 5 chapters and no reviews so I figure no one is into it. I will try my hardest to finish this story. I just need to know if anyone is reading it and what they think. Also if you give me ideas I will probably use them in future chapters. The setting is England back when they had coming out balls and women were just the mother and wife figure. Please be lenient when it comes to spelling and grammar errors. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Alone

“What are you wearing tonight?”

I put my book down with a long sigh. Obviously I wasn’t going to get anywhere until I answer my sister’s question.

“I am not sure yet. I am rather torn between two at the moment. I will know as soon as my hair is fixed.”

“Why must you always wait until the last minute to make a decision? What if it was life or death? ‘Oh, what will I do? Do I pick life because someone cares about me or do I pick death to put myself out of my misery?”

My sister was running around trying to get the last minute details in order before my coming out ball.

“And why must you always run about like a lost child in search of its mother? I am, for one, not in any hurry to be pushed upon egotistical men. All they want is my inheritance and even then we are not sure how much of it is left. They want the power the marriage would bring. I want to be more educated than I am now. I want the equal rights to be pushed and won for us and to stand beside men and not get looked down upon. I do NOT want to be someone’s waitress and just the barer of someone children. I want love and romance.”

“Honestly, Destiny, do you think such a thing will ever happen? Mother would be frantic to hear you speak in such ways. We are women. It is our jobs to be mothers and support our husband in everything they do. I thought I raised you better than this but I…”

“SHUT UP!” I yelled, not trying to be civil anymore. “Why must you always bring her into this? She was killed 10 years ago. It’s not like you had me from birth. You are my sister Danielle. Please for once just act like it. I want my sister to hear me for me and not what society wishes me to be. Please just get out.”

“Do not raise…”

“GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!”

Danielle turned on her hells with tears in her eyes and walked out the door. I felt bad for hurting her but she left me no choice. I did not want to think of my mother and her murder before one of the best nights of my life. I wanted to be carefree and enjoy good company before some elder gentleman came to take my hand in marriage. Why couldn’t I have born a commoner and not some upper class lady? I picked my book up and started to read again. At least I will still be able to read a little longer before it was time to get ready for hell.

Please review for my sake and for the story’s sake. If you have any suggestions please make them. Thanks