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Most restaurants in Humble are either Dairy Queens or attached to gas stations. I'm pretty sure the only authentic restaurant I've ever been to is the Rainforest Cafe in Houston, because my parents wanted to "treat" my sister and me. Mama and Daddy, despondently, fit the Texan sterotype perfectly. Die- hard Longhorn fans? Check. Cowboy boots contained by public? Check. Disgusting Texas accent? Yeah, you get the point. Luckily, most of their hick friends claim I'm "from a different planet." Probably because I talk resembling a normal person, choose books over ESPN, and like my person in charge cowboy hat- free. So when I was blessed the opportunity to go on a foreign- exchange program, I snapped it up. I had already expirienced satisfactory Texan public- schools for a lifetime and Humble High School isn't exactly Harvard. The second I signed up for living in London for a school year, I know I made the righ choice. In London, people are actually somewhat respectable. They don't listen to Kenny Chesney or get weekly perms or drink beer near their breakfast. The people in London are my kind of citizens. Plus, my host family owns a small record label and own two sons, one 14 and the other 15. I've talked to the 14 year old a few times over Facebook. His name is Thomas and he's staying beside my family. I doubt he will last three minutes. He comes from people next to class, not... Texans. I know I seem like I'm hating on my own brand, but I've been dying to get out of Humble the second I arrived. I never belonged. But now, as i step out of my minicab to the equisite, five star London restaurant, I suddenly feel insignificant. I feel like a dirty little small town girl. I be aware of under- dressed. And for the first time since deciding on living in London for a year, I feel... Scared. Nervous. What if Rick and Emily don't similar to me? What if I've had a Texan accent my whole natural life and I didn't even know it? I tucked a loose blonde wave behind my ear, inhaled a shaky breath, and pushed open the restaurant door.
Suddenly, I be in a different universe. Piano music trickled from the private room, glasses clinked, and wine was poured from bottles priced at more than my mom's motor. Everyone I saw was beautiful. Everyone was tasteful, poised, classy. I then realized I had be standing there staring and the host was giving me a dirty look.
"Can I help you?" he snarled, looking at me similar to I was dirt. His thin black moustache quivered and his beady black eyes scanned me suspiciously. He reminded me of a rat, but he be still the scariest person I had ever seen. Half of me required to giggle because I've never heard a real British elocution before, and the other half wanted to run away. I straightened my fund and cleared my throat.
"Yes sir, I'm supposed to be dining with the Thompsons?" It came out more like a give somebody the third degree. His expression completely transformed.
"Oh! Of course! You must be Hanna! Yes! They... they mentioned... Yes! So sorry, right this way!" He scurried to the back room near me fast- walking to keep up. I was lead into a small, protected area with few people. I immeadietly reputable Rick and Emily Thompson.
I had seen a picture of them before, but they be even more beautiful and powerful looking in person. They be the kind of people who had a hold on everyone they know, and they loved it. I never felt so overwhelmed. I stepped up slowly.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson... It's me, um, Hanna"
Their heads slowly rose from their plates and peered at me as if to see if I was worthy of human being in their presence. But when they recognized me, I felt much better. They stood up and respectively gave me a quick, loving embrace. Mrs. Thompson held my hands and shot me a dazzling grin.
"Hanna, you are even more magnificent in person. We have be so excited to meet you. And please" she said, waving her hand approaching she was shooing away a bug, "call me Emily." Mr. Thompson stepped in.
"And please, phone up me Rick." I weakly smiled at them. I'm pretty sure that's the only thing I could do, just smile and nod. They be so overwhelmingly gorgeous. Emily's dark brown hair contrasting with her insightful green eyes, and Rick's bone structure carved by the gods themselves. And their accents... better than I imagined. I sat down within the empty chair and they followed. I was suddenly shot query after question, as if it were an interview. They did not seem to want to speak about themselves, they wanted every detail of my life. "What is Texas approaching?" "How is the school there?" "What languages enjoy you studied?"
I answered each as calmly as I possibly could. It went on for a while, until I realize their champagne being refilled at a startling pace. I could sense them starting to tolerate loose. They laughed a little louder, asked stranger questions, and their words run together. I felt embarassed for the poor couple. They must be so ashamed for getting intoxicated on our first meeting. I
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it was kind of understandable that the other brother & her were going to get involved.
but i like your writing style~!
newly brush up on some grammar
maybe if you put an unexpected verbs into the story, ?
dumb!
Nice! I really like how descriptive you are surrounded by the beginning. Keep writting.
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Suddenly, I be in a different universe. Piano music trickled from the private room, glasses clinked, and wine was poured from bottles priced at more than my mom's motor. Everyone I saw was beautiful. Everyone was tasteful, poised, classy. I then realized I had be standing there staring and the host was giving me a dirty look.
"Can I help you?" he snarled, looking at me similar to I was dirt. His thin black moustache quivered and his beady black eyes scanned me suspiciously. He reminded me of a rat, but he be still the scariest person I had ever seen. Half of me required to giggle because I've never heard a real British elocution before, and the other half wanted to run away. I straightened my fund and cleared my throat.
"Yes sir, I'm supposed to be dining with the Thompsons?" It came out more like a give somebody the third degree. His expression completely transformed.
"Oh! Of course! You must be Hanna! Yes! They... they mentioned... Yes! So sorry, right this way!" He scurried to the back room near me fast- walking to keep up. I was lead into a small, protected area with few people. I immeadietly reputable Rick and Emily Thompson.
I had seen a picture of them before, but they be even more beautiful and powerful looking in person. They be the kind of people who had a hold on everyone they know, and they loved it. I never felt so overwhelmed. I stepped up slowly.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson... It's me, um, Hanna"
Their heads slowly rose from their plates and peered at me as if to see if I was worthy of human being in their presence. But when they recognized me, I felt much better. They stood up and respectively gave me a quick, loving embrace. Mrs. Thompson held my hands and shot me a dazzling grin.
"Hanna, you are even more magnificent in person. We have be so excited to meet you. And please" she said, waving her hand approaching she was shooing away a bug, "call me Emily." Mr. Thompson stepped in.
"And please, phone up me Rick." I weakly smiled at them. I'm pretty sure that's the only thing I could do, just smile and nod. They be so overwhelmingly gorgeous. Emily's dark brown hair contrasting with her insightful green eyes, and Rick's bone structure carved by the gods themselves. And their accents... better than I imagined. I sat down within the empty chair and they followed. I was suddenly shot query after question, as if it were an interview. They did not seem to want to speak about themselves, they wanted every detail of my life. "What is Texas approaching?" "How is the school there?" "What languages enjoy you studied?"
I answered each as calmly as I possibly could. It went on for a while, until I realize their champagne being refilled at a startling pace. I could sense them starting to tolerate loose. They laughed a little louder, asked stranger questions, and their words run together. I felt embarassed for the poor couple. They must be so ashamed for getting intoxicated on our first meeting. I
Answers:
it was kind of understandable that the other brother & her were going to get involved.
but i like your writing style~!
newly brush up on some grammar
maybe if you put an unexpected verbs into the story, ?
dumb!
Nice! I really like how descriptive you are surrounded by the beginning. Keep writting.
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What are some right historical fiction books?
that have a bit of romance or a little love story in them? Any time interval is fine but I really like ones that are set at court or in the Tudor period, similar to The Virgin Queen's Daughter and The Other Boleyn Girl. book thief (that a good one)across five aprilsthe hiding placeThe Shakespeare Stealer'Barchester...
Recommend a book? anything resembling Neal Shusterman?
I love Neal Shusterman's books. Unwind was amazing! I also read full tilt and the shwa was here... but I need to pick an outside reading book for class. I'm within 10th grade and I feel like I should be reading something a tad more insulting. Any interesting, fast paced book that will keep my attention,...