ahh the joys of the internet

so, i got that inspiration that i needed, but i can't get onto xanga from this computer... so imma type it here and then transfer it tonight. that counts as a blog entry, doesn't it? cause this is gonna be me writing... hahaha.

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Ever since it could be remembered, the Grey family had lived in the countryside on a large estate that had been hidden by trees. A large stone house that could be something out of a Jane Austen book sat on a perfectly green hill next to the ever so common cliff. It was the kind of cliff that the heroine would trip and sprain her ankle, setting up the save by the mysterious gentleman. The whole scene was a perfectly crafted love story, but the people inside the house were nothing close to an Austen book.The man and the lady of the house were almost never near each other, though there was the exception of meals. At meals, all would gather around the big oak table and eat together in a moment of peace. They would all disperse in peace and then go into their separate directions.The man had a gruff look about him, like he went bear hunting with only a knife and would come back with three of them. Despite this, he wore suits and ties at all times even though he rarely left his den. The lady held her chin high at all times, and she kept her posture, due to it being whipped into her. She floated across the floors of the house and smiled very rarely.The pair held their standards in their mind of what is acceptable and dishonorable, as did their son. He was treated like a king; given toys, food, money, and all the attention of his parents. It might seem to be because he matched the lovely pair, or it could be because he would be able to keep the Grey name going. It was known by only one person what the real reason was, though she'd never say it while inside those perfectly carved stone walls.It wasn't because he shared those perfect ringlets of auburn hair, nor those violet eyes. It was what was inside the eyes. It was that dull shimmer that would arise in the back of those chocolate eyes when the discussion of blood purity came about. She had seen this glimmer all her life, and she didn't need a mirror to know that she didn't inherit that glimmer from her parents.She was not afraid to challenge this glimmer with her own fire, despite the beatings she would get. She would hold her head high, speak her beliefs and then her cheek would get a smack from the back of one of her parents ringed hands, normally her father's. She wouldn't care about the smack, because she didn't like letting herself go unnoticed by her parents. She would avenge herself over her little brother, and she would tell her parents what she thought, all before jumping out of a tree and into the pond on the outer lines of their property.