K, so by popular request (Katie and Bailli), and the fact that even though I don't much care for this story I can't get it out of my head, I will continue to write. Again, these are random parts of the story and just rough drafts, so don't expect much :)


The day that Heidi and Isaac first meet, after she gets off work.

I entered my room, took my hair down, plopped onto my bed, and closed my eyes.
I sat bolt upright. Why that? Why had I seen that when I closed my eyes? Why had I seen him?? I had only met him once, and, though I did find him very attractive and amiable, I didn't know him very well, or his true person.
I thought about one of my favorite books: Pride and Prejudice. I was rereading it, again, and had just gotten to the part where Elizabeth meets Mr. Wickham.* It felt like a bad omen.
"Why are you so sweaty? and look like you just saw a ghost?" Ave had just walked in and a worried look spread over her face when she saw the look on mine.
"Oh, nothing. I'm fine."
"Please don't do this to me. I know when something is wrong, and something is wrong."
She was right, of course. We had been the best of friends since the moment she had stopped teething.
"Is it a guy?" the look I gave - or rather didn't give her, since I couldn't look her in the eye - must have tipped her off. She knew me so well. "Who is he!?" she exclaimed, her face immediately lighting up; Ave is such a romantic.
"This guy that came into the shop toady, though I've never seen him before," I confessed.
"What's his name?!" she was more excited about this ervelation than I was.
"Why are you so much happier than me?"
"Because you never like anyone! So what's his name?"
"Isaac," her face dropped suddenly when I said his name.
"Father wonlt like that, even if he's not Jewish."
"I know; that's why you have to promise not to tell father! Or Adolph!"
"Of course! What do you take me for? a simpleton?" We both knew that if our brother found out, so would my father. If my father found out, I would probably never see the light of day again.
"So is he Jewish?" she asked, smiling at the prospect. Ave had never been what you would call the "ideal daughter." She was very content to do whatever she wanted, especially when that meant the exact opposite of whet my parents wanted her to do. For her, the thought of a Jewish boyfriend made her, well I suppose the only word that would do it justice is "giddy."
"I don't know, to be honest," I told her, staring at my bed.
"Well, what's his last name?" I kept my eyes down, staring at a certain floral pattern on my sheets.
"I don't know," I said slowly, my voice getting more and more abashed with every moment that I though about that it. The fact that there was this much turmoil and confusion inside me because of someone who I barely knew. Ave would probably call it "love at first sight" or some such nonsense, but I had never held much stock in that. I had even held it against William Shakespeare himself for having written somthing so disgusting as Romeo and Juliet.






*For those of you not well acquainted with Jane Austen's masterpiece, the main character, Elizabeth, meets a charming young man called George Wickham. Mr. Wickham is very amiable and liked by the general population of Merryton, and Elizabeth has a thing for him for a while and vice versa. You later find out that the reason he and Mr. Darcy have been at odds for so long is because he tried (and almost succeeded) in convincing Miss Darcy (Darcy's younger sister) to elope with him for her wealth after he squandered the fortune left to him by the late Mr. Darcy.



Gonna stop here cause I have other crap to do, but I'll come back later and finish what else I have written for this portion of the story.


-Kathe