Post by jakezillapiano on May 26, 2011 17:55:42 GMT -5
Summer term had ended, leaving Elizabeth Bennett with an inordinate amount of free time on her hands. Without the nagging of term paper and assignment deadlines in the back of her head, Lizzie began to give herself over to things she hadn't had time to do during the school year. She also took on more shifts at Saks, which left her with a bit more money than she previously possessed.
Lizzie glanced around her apartment; it was nearly noon and she was yearning for fresh air. The book she was reading suddenly seemed much less interesting than a walk in Central Park Did. Lizzie put her bookmark in place and set the book down on the table. Deeming her current attire suitable for a walk in the park, she grabbed her shoes and was out the door. Thankfully, Central Park wasn't a far walk from her apartment.
On this particular afternoon, Central Park was bursting with life. Friends chatted to one another, people jogged by listening to their iPod's, mothers strolled along the pathways with their children; it was all a wonderful seen of summer in New York. Lizzie chatted occasionally with passers by as she walked along the pathways. Lizzie was thankful for the chance to unwind and relax from the previous stresses of the school term.
Despite her love for New York, Lizzie missed her native Hertfordshire. She was pleased to know that she'd have the occasion to spend a few weeks at home soon. Meeting Mr. Darcy, a fellow Englishman, was an interesting turn of events. However, there was a great manifold of difference between them. The tea date they shared was enjoyable, but a bit awkward. Lizzie supposed she only had herself to blame; she did insult Darcy by calling him and his home 'elitist'. She apologized, but still believed that he was, picking up on his general demeanor.
Lizzie sat down on a park bench to rest for a moment. As the afternoon progressed, the temperature progressed higher. Lizzie bought a bottle of water and sipped it while she rested. This portion of the park was a bit quiter; this peaceful portion of the park would've been perfect for reading. She silently cursed herself for not bringing her book along with her.
Lizzie glanced around her apartment; it was nearly noon and she was yearning for fresh air. The book she was reading suddenly seemed much less interesting than a walk in Central Park Did. Lizzie put her bookmark in place and set the book down on the table. Deeming her current attire suitable for a walk in the park, she grabbed her shoes and was out the door. Thankfully, Central Park wasn't a far walk from her apartment.
On this particular afternoon, Central Park was bursting with life. Friends chatted to one another, people jogged by listening to their iPod's, mothers strolled along the pathways with their children; it was all a wonderful seen of summer in New York. Lizzie chatted occasionally with passers by as she walked along the pathways. Lizzie was thankful for the chance to unwind and relax from the previous stresses of the school term.
Despite her love for New York, Lizzie missed her native Hertfordshire. She was pleased to know that she'd have the occasion to spend a few weeks at home soon. Meeting Mr. Darcy, a fellow Englishman, was an interesting turn of events. However, there was a great manifold of difference between them. The tea date they shared was enjoyable, but a bit awkward. Lizzie supposed she only had herself to blame; she did insult Darcy by calling him and his home 'elitist'. She apologized, but still believed that he was, picking up on his general demeanor.
Lizzie sat down on a park bench to rest for a moment. As the afternoon progressed, the temperature progressed higher. Lizzie bought a bottle of water and sipped it while she rested. This portion of the park was a bit quiter; this peaceful portion of the park would've been perfect for reading. She silently cursed herself for not bringing her book along with her.