Dancing (Working Title)

This is part of my second short story I am working on for my pop fiction class. Not sure where I am going with it, but I'll work that out as I plan it out some more.

Dancing, spinning across the fresh mown green grass in the rain, it hasn’t rained in months. I almost forgot what spring smelt like, the grass, the flowers, the rain. It was starting to bucket down but I didn’t care, I was happy. Dancing carefree in the wind and the rain, my red and white polka dot dress getting soaked through, my shoes slowly changing from white to brown, mum was going to be mad. Racing home in the pouring rain weaving through the grand Victorian buildings, knowing I was going to be late, my now brown shoes rubbing with every step I take.

Running through the front door, trying to hide from mum and my nanny, well my governess – a mean young lady trying to be someone she wasn’t. I was late, wet and in big trouble. I had escaped my governess in the park and was hiding from her…I hated her. Mum and dad were having important people over and it is my birthday, being the only child of an important dignitary is hard, why do I have to act like I’m better than everyone else, when I just want to be a child.

It had stopped raining, standing on my balcony that overlooked our amazing garden. My favourite spot to play and hide. The sun setting on the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over everything, like the glow of a candle in my room. It was peaceful, relaxing and it helps me sleep.

“Mum, I hate him and he doesn’t love me,” I screamed, “ I’m not going to marry him.”

“Sophia, will you behave? You will marry whoever we tell you to”

“I am behaving, mum but I am not going to marry someone outside of love just so you can have grandchildren,” I shout as I storm out of the room to go and hide in the streets like I did as a child. Running away from my governess Betty, but this time I was running away from mum and the life I didn’t want.

“Sophia! Please come back,” she yells but all I could hear is a faint sound coming from my home. I know they’ll send Betty after me later, she knew all my hiding spots, but not the one I was headed for. My love’s place, I know my father hated his, but we love each other. Henry and I were going to be together.

Let me know what you think, and I'll post the full story when it's done.