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hi.
i decided to put the first half of my lit story in here. i dunno why, possibly because i hate the second half and i'm procrastinating. i'll eventually need feedback probly, so you could do that if you felt like it. oh, and it's called "the wedding and the christmas tree" because my teacher's crazy. (the christmas tree is the second half) here:
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Maria grinned at the mirror and brushed on more blush. She leaned toward the mirror to touch up her eye makeup and reapply lipstick, listening with satisfaction to the fluttery trilling of her bridesmaids. Two of them had cornered the tomboyish flower girl and begun to teach her the art of makeup, and another was teaching Maria’s teenage cousin how to treat a run in her stocking. The maid of honor was brushing out Maria’s soft brown curls, cooing about how beautiful she looked. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. Everyone was happy. She was happy. Her dress was perfect, the cake would be perfect, and so would the church and the reception. Her friends were perfect, every one of them. Three people had told her that she was just the perfect picture of a bride.
She had been planning this day since her sixth birthday, when someone had told her that she looked as beautiful as a bride. The dress was custom made, an elegant floor-length ivory silk gown. Her bouquet was made of lily of the valley and bluebells, to add a simple touch. She had carefully planned every part of the rhyme-something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. So she had the bluebells, and wore her mother’s veil, her new dress, and beautiful earrings dripping pearls that she had borrowed from her best friend. She was determined that nothing would go wrong today-this one day, one day of her life, everything had to be perfect. This would be forever-she was not a woman who would consider divorce. This was the beginning of a new life for her, and she had insisted to her father that no expense could be spared. He had grumbled, the way fathers are supposed to, but he knew how important it was to his daughter and she had gotten her way.
“Maria! Darling, you look gorgeous. You’re glowing. Listen honey, I was talking to Tom’s mother, and we agreed that the two of you will have Christmas at our house this year, okay? Especially if you two have a particularly eventful honeymoon-after all, Christmas is in nine months! And we have a hospital right around the corner! Oh, darling, don’t get embarrassed, it’s part of being married. You know, your father and I-”
“Mom! Please. I’m not embarrassed, it’s just that I don’t think that now is the right time to talk about Christmas, okay?” Maria hated when her mom got so excited-she always looked like she was on the verge of hyperventilation. Well, that’s what Maria saw, anyway-other people told her that her mother had “aged beautifully”. “Listen, how much longer do we have? I’ve just got to put on my shoes and veil.”
“We still have half an hour, honey. Why don’t you eat something? I better go start greeting the early ones.” And Maria’s mother hurried off, throwing out advice as she went.
Maria sighed and turned toward the mirror again. The sight of herself, as a bride, restored the energy that being near her mother seemed to sap. Her bridesmaids clustered around her, drawing her in with excited chatter. Their gossip passed the half hour quickly, and before she knew it she was tiptoeing slowly down the aisle, a theatrically bright smile on her lips.
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maybe the second half would help...oh well.
<3.
i decided to put the first half of my lit story in here. i dunno why, possibly because i hate the second half and i'm procrastinating. i'll eventually need feedback probly, so you could do that if you felt like it. oh, and it's called "the wedding and the christmas tree" because my teacher's crazy. (the christmas tree is the second half) here:
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Maria grinned at the mirror and brushed on more blush. She leaned toward the mirror to touch up her eye makeup and reapply lipstick, listening with satisfaction to the fluttery trilling of her bridesmaids. Two of them had cornered the tomboyish flower girl and begun to teach her the art of makeup, and another was teaching Maria’s teenage cousin how to treat a run in her stocking. The maid of honor was brushing out Maria’s soft brown curls, cooing about how beautiful she looked. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. Everyone was happy. She was happy. Her dress was perfect, the cake would be perfect, and so would the church and the reception. Her friends were perfect, every one of them. Three people had told her that she was just the perfect picture of a bride.
She had been planning this day since her sixth birthday, when someone had told her that she looked as beautiful as a bride. The dress was custom made, an elegant floor-length ivory silk gown. Her bouquet was made of lily of the valley and bluebells, to add a simple touch. She had carefully planned every part of the rhyme-something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. So she had the bluebells, and wore her mother’s veil, her new dress, and beautiful earrings dripping pearls that she had borrowed from her best friend. She was determined that nothing would go wrong today-this one day, one day of her life, everything had to be perfect. This would be forever-she was not a woman who would consider divorce. This was the beginning of a new life for her, and she had insisted to her father that no expense could be spared. He had grumbled, the way fathers are supposed to, but he knew how important it was to his daughter and she had gotten her way.
“Maria! Darling, you look gorgeous. You’re glowing. Listen honey, I was talking to Tom’s mother, and we agreed that the two of you will have Christmas at our house this year, okay? Especially if you two have a particularly eventful honeymoon-after all, Christmas is in nine months! And we have a hospital right around the corner! Oh, darling, don’t get embarrassed, it’s part of being married. You know, your father and I-”
“Mom! Please. I’m not embarrassed, it’s just that I don’t think that now is the right time to talk about Christmas, okay?” Maria hated when her mom got so excited-she always looked like she was on the verge of hyperventilation. Well, that’s what Maria saw, anyway-other people told her that her mother had “aged beautifully”. “Listen, how much longer do we have? I’ve just got to put on my shoes and veil.”
“We still have half an hour, honey. Why don’t you eat something? I better go start greeting the early ones.” And Maria’s mother hurried off, throwing out advice as she went.
Maria sighed and turned toward the mirror again. The sight of herself, as a bride, restored the energy that being near her mother seemed to sap. Her bridesmaids clustered around her, drawing her in with excited chatter. Their gossip passed the half hour quickly, and before she knew it she was tiptoeing slowly down the aisle, a theatrically bright smile on her lips.
*****
maybe the second half would help...oh well.
<3.