Ridiculous [Ian]

[Anya Mason]

Everything in life is ridiculous.
Anya had deicded that knowing that one statement was nothing special, and that many other people knew it also, but as she walked down the path way, Anya decided also that she didn't care. With her jeans, torn and ripped in more places that she can count, a list popped into her head of what was ridiculous. People were on the top of that list, that was for certain. Not only were most of the people mindless but they were either mindless whores or mindless ass holes.

The next thing that popped into her head was unsuprisingly, herself. As Anya ploped down next to the Shrieking Shack Anya could see exactly how she was ridiculous. Her jeans, yes were ripped, but under the holes there was green and black strips from her stockings. At the end they were tattered and worn because they were at least four inches to long for her short legs. Anya could also see her plain black tee shirt, butchered much like her jeans. All that was under the black shirt was an old red shirt. She remembered the first time she had worn it around her siblings. She could remember her brother Bo's first reaction.
Looks like you were on the loseing end of a sword fight sis,
Was it that funny? No. Was it true? Glanceing down at her shirt again Anya had to agree.
Plus the fact that her face was deathly pale, and her dark black eye make-up clashing oh so well with it.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Anya leans her head back. The shack wasn't living up to it's name. She had been there a whole three minutes and nothing had happened so far. Nothing to strike up adreline in her veins, nothing to make her heart beat faster. She was better off at The Hogshead. But that fact that she was only sixteen proved as a problem and someone quickly shooed her out. Scowling slightly, Anya reached into her bag and to her dismay found only one book. She normally carried around two, if not three. Was was so weird about it was the fact that it was 'Darcy's Story- Pride and Prejudice told from a whole new perspective'

Rolling her eyes slightly, Anya wonders what possesed her to buy this book while she flips the pages. She opened right up to Chapter 32, and her eyes are drawn to the second page.
"He remembered only too painfully those words she had said to him only a few months ago in the parsonage at Hunsford; and others -
"You are mistake Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declartion affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refuseing you."
And above all,
"Had you behaved in a more gentlemen-like manner..."
How those words had tortured him since!

Clicking her tounge against the roof of her mouth Anya let out long steady breath. "Well that's ridiculous..." She mummers slightly.

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