SmilingPanda19

The guards file up in formation, armed thoroughly with weaponry and bullet proof wear.

“That’s so five minutes ago.” I wave sarcastically. ”What do you expect me to do about the stupid world ending? Not like I want to be here anyways…” I mumble, crossing my arm and not daring to look him in the eyes whisper. ”I mean, I guess I’m going to stay here, don’t really know why though…”

”I suppose.” I grumble, straightening up a little. ”What do you suppose we should talk about then hmm?”

The carriage slows down, taking the backroads and traveling over the hardly worn paths. The silver moon lights up through the window, the silent woods swaying in the cool breeze.

“You think hot shot?” I cross my arms, kicking off my heels. I don’t even care anymore if I’m barefoot, I can’t stand them anymore.

He slumps back in the carriage passing out, his hand slipping out of hers. He seems like sudden movement would wake him though.

“I no we don’t.” I accidentally let slip from my mouth, I slam my hand over my mouth and clear my throat. ”We shall.” I mumble quietly, my father taking a few steps back and checking his pocket watch. ”I really need to be getting going, I need to tend to-“ He just stops when he sees a small part of a smirk on Alexander’s face. ”You have fun.” I turn around, my hands curling into fists and my eyes wider. Damn that man… I turn back around to Alexander and sigh, sitting down on the bench, much less lady like than I was two seconds ago.

“Sure.” I say rather unamused, when he looks away I mock him, mouthing ‘Its my pleasure to meet you Miss Ashcroft’ dramatically. I stick out my tongue. My father knees me in my behind, bumping me forward more. ”Such a lovely day.” I say through gritted teeth, eyeing my father from the side.

I roll my eyes, hugging a little closer to my fathers other arm. “Vous ne pouvez pas être sérieux.” I mumble under my breath and my father kicks me in the shin lightly, snapping my attention back. ”Mr. Ackerly, please do meet my…daughter, Clementine.” He bumps me forward and I reluctantly hold out my hand, giving him the most sarcastic expression. ”Charmed.” I say sarcastically.

My father spots him and smiles a little waving, bringing them over. ”Mister Ackerly sir.” He holds out his hand to shake. I just scrunch my nose slightly. He looks out the window, trying to keep his eyes open. ”Yes.” He slurs.

She catches his eye. She furrows her eyebrows slightly disgusted with seeing a man stare at her. Stupid…stupid… She grumbles to herself about how stupid she looks right now. Her stupid father trying to get her courted. This stupid puffy white dress is itchy. This stupid man is now staring at her. She rolls her eyes.

He hiccups again. ”Stoooop it, come here.” He tries to kiss her again, stopping her mid tying his tie. I just star at my fathers arm, it’s so much bigger than me. Dear Lord does he need to cut his hair… I think to myself, I seem quite delicate and fragile on the outside, like a perfect glass figurine, but inside this is not anywhere near where I want to be. I trip over my feet a little.

He waves his hand drunkly, flipping the one she’s holding around to hold hers. He leans towards her. ”I am not druuuunk-“ he slurs, hiccuping quietly with the carriage bump. He moves closer to her, pressing up against her. ”You just need to behave yourself and listen.” He goes in for a very lazy kiss. The carriage moves around the man in the road, sliding it one way so he is forced on top of her with the lean.

The carriage door slams behind the two as he shoves her in and starts to ride away.

He drags her out, not answering her question. ”What the hell are you doing stupid woman?” He drops her hand roughly. He pushes her into the carriage as it rides in. “Have you learned nothing?!” His words slur slightly…somebody put way too much alcohol in his drink… ”Don’t you disobey me!” He grabs the edge of her shawl and rips it off. “And take that stupid ugly thing off, a disgrace to have a future bride that wears-“

Well that’s all my dad played when my siblings and I were little, so hard to get picky with me for thinking it does.

He stands back, crossing his arms as she goes. She does have a way with words, but he wasn’t going to let this go on any longer. He walks up behind her and quickly grabs her by the wrist tightly, tight enough to break at will. ”Time to go, Mae.” He says through gritted teeth, he couldn’t stand there and let them speak any longer. Somebody needs to learn to obey.

Mmmmthe ones from the Lord of the Rings, whatever those are. Blue and Green probably Aristocrat My nicknames Bug!!! Uhmmm….Dragon fly Probably blue Beanie or top hat Firewood Oh my gosh…. I love texture so freaking much… you know those bumpy Starbucks cups things? My best friend has one and when she uses it I literally steal it and rub my hands all over it because it’s so wonderful Not sure actually for both of these, I don’t have a favorite Not sure, couldn’t move some of my toes while my ankle was broken so…

Clementine stands in the courtyard, her arm linked with her father’s. There are so many pretty flowers and people and each brick is placed perfectly so…..but all she can think about is how tight this dress is. *** I try not to itch myself when next to my father, gosh is this dress itchy. I can’t breathe. I force myself to try and breathe properly but with how tight this is I can hardly take a breath.

She lets out a choked breath, her gut releasing. Her lips slip off of hers and she slumps forward a little bit in her arms. Her breath blows out onto her neck, sending chills down her spine. Her hands shake, wrapped around her. ”P-please…why…”