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Post by Lisa on Jan 17, 2011 0:36:55 GMT
I sit next to her and start taking my own shoes off. "No.. Well." I'm trying to chose my words carefully. I don't want to lie anymore but i'm afraid of the truth. "No.. I was avoiding my own life." I mutter and look away.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 17, 2011 0:38:13 GMT
I watch Ragetti carefully. There is obviously a lot he is keeping secret and is not telling me. I want to find out what that is, but I don't want to push him too hard so that he tells me nothing. So I cautiously look in his direction and ask, "Your own life? Why were you avoiding it?"
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Post by Lisa on Jan 17, 2011 0:42:48 GMT
With a sigh I look at the ground. How much can I say without her hating me for lying? "It's just... Not as glamorous as an average boy my age... As an average son of a lord that is."
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 17, 2011 0:48:54 GMT
This is obviously bothering Ragetti quite a bit. For some reason, I have a feeling there is a hell of a lot he is keeping from me. I tilt my head at him curiously and ask, "Why is your life different than the average person? Please tell me about it."
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Post by Lisa on Jan 17, 2011 14:23:29 GMT
Finally I forced myself to look her in the eye. I held her gaze for what felt like forever. I couldn't lie anymore. The guilt that surged through me at that moment was unbearable. "Because my fathers not a lord.." I said in almost a whisper never losing eye contact.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 17, 2011 14:27:50 GMT
I knew that Ragetti was hiding something. I had known it all along. He was just a little too jumpy and his answers never seemed to come out quite right. But what I had not expected was what he told me. If his father was not a lord, then what was he? A servant? Frowning, I knotted my eyebrows together and asked, "Who are you then?"
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Post by Lisa on Jan 17, 2011 14:38:01 GMT
"I'm a nobody.." I told her then get up and took a few steps away from her. "The son of a craftsmen and a dressmaker.." I admitted with my back toward her.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 17, 2011 14:45:39 GMT
I think about this for a moment and look at him. He has his back turned to me, so I have no idea what he's thinking. But from what I can hear in his voice, I can tell he's quite ashamed. Not wanting him to feel bad, I get up, walk over to where he's standing, and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Nobody is a 'nobody'. Everyone is somebody," I tell him gently. Then I frown and add, "But why didn't you tell me this at the beginning? Were you trying to impress me?"
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Post by Lisa on Jan 17, 2011 23:15:54 GMT
"No.. well.. yes.. yes and no.." I turned to face her. "You don't know what it's like.. to live the way I do. We have no money.. we're poor and your family's rich and you probably like in a huge home.." I sighed. "And your father would never allow you to be friends with someone like me."
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Jan 17, 2011 23:30:43 GMT
I frown as Ragetti tells me all this. It's true that we live in a nice house, but my family isn't all that close. Father is strict and distant and mother is a whore. Isn't that what really matters? Family? I mean, who cares if you're rich or poor? I didn't care anyways.
I move closer to Ragetti and say, "No, you're right. I don't know what it's like. But that certainly doesn't mean that we can't be friends. Who cares what my father says? Besides breaking rules is fun! I like you whether you're rich or poor, okay?"
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