This piece was one of those 'Who Was The Greatest Victorian?' things and I had a list of 10 people or something .... Enjoy (:
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I walk through town and it feels as if everyone is walking in the opposite direction to me. I feel like a fish against the tide. I keep my head down and walk straight into someone. I jerk back and look up. A posh-looking man stares at me down his crooked nose. Apologize Elvira, my mother’s voice snaps harshly.
“Sorry,” I mutter before stalking off, only to walk into someone else. I jump back and look up, shocked.
“Elvira!” Lexi gasps; I smile at her.
“In the flesh,” I say; Lexi and I move aside and she looks at me.
“Where have you been since…it happened?” Lexi asks; I look down slightly.
“Here and there,” I reply; not really wanting to talk about it.
“Elvira, are you sure you’re ok?” Lexi asks worriedly; I look at her vacantly.
“I’m fine,” I say flatly; Lexi looks doubtful. To put her mind at ease, I silently take an apple from the stand next to us. We walk along, munching on the juicy red apple. We finish it and I drop the core and stretch tiredly.
“Where’ve you been sleeping?” Lexi asks; I glance away.
“Here and there,” I repeat; I start coughing and bend over, bracing my self on my knees as I feel as if I am coughing up my insides.
Lexi stares at me, shocked, as I stand back up, shaking slightly.
“It’s nothing!” I protest against her appalled expression; Lexi says nothing but she hugs me tightly. The warmth rolls off her and I soak it up, feeling like a small child in their mother’s arms. Warming me steadily from the inside out. I hug her back and she pulls away, gasping.
“You’re so cold!” She chokes; I stare at her. I don’t feel cold; I hug myself and look at Lexi. She looks back and we start to walk again.
“I’m fine Lexi,” I sigh before she launches herself into a Lexi-styled fit. I ignore her voice and look around, trying to find a distraction. I look behind me and a man is walking with the same tired look around his eyes as me. I smile at him, but he ignores me. Of course. I look at Lexi, who is staring at me expectantly.
“Elvira, why is that man staring at you?” She asks; her lips hardly moving. I frown at her.
“What man?” I reply before I choke on my dry wind that scratches the back of my throat; I double over and cough violently, my back aching.
“Elvira, are you ok?” Lexi cries; my eyes stream as I gasp the foul tasting air in.
“Is she alright?” A smooth voice drifts over my head.
“Who are you?” Lexi snaps icily; I take in a deep breath and my chest rattles.
“I’m Dr Barnardo,” A man murmurs in my ear; I take in a sharp breath and look up, the tears blurring my vision. A sharp pain fills my chest and I bite on my lip to keep the cry from echoing around the dank, miserable streets.
“Excuse me,” The ‘Dr’ murmurs; I cough again and glare up at him. “What’s your name?” He asks me slowly and loudly; I glower.
“I’m not a dunce,” I rasp; he looks at me evenly. “Elvira,” I cough eventually; he nods and helps me stand upright. I take in a deep breath and hold it in for a moment before gasping it out.
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History Stories
Historical FictionOK, all these stories are History homework - yup, handed in and marked and all. What can I say, I'm a history geek!
