Walter and Audrey - YA Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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As most people, Walter's age, he felt completely grown up, he could easily get dressed on his own. He was very good at riding. And although he did not quite know how to finance everything as his father did, he was sure it would be very similar to counting ducks as they landed in the lake and that he had been doing for quite some time. Therefore, Walter was in all respects as far as he was concerned, completely grown up, his cousin, however, was not. Although Audrey could ride, she did not ride like a proper lady, nor did she really know how to dress. She most certainly did not act as grown up women should, but she was two months younger and was therefore not as grown up as Walter was. He also noticed that when she visited, she was not very good at staying on task, which was very immature. Indeed. With these thoughts of his cousin in mind, Walter waited on the front balcony for the cabbie. He looked down towards the end of the lane and watched as a small dust cloud in the distance, slowly revealed the locomotive which grew closer and closer until it circled the roundabout and came to a full stop in front of the manor. The footman stepped out of the cab and opened the door from the shadows of the cab. She hopped out, firmly, planting her feet on the ground. Walter's cousin in the little lavender dress with her hair pulled back in a bow. One could say Audrey was rather cute with her red curls. The red curls were not kept and rather bounced out in all directions as if each hair wanted to go a different way. The real reason they were so wild was that they held Audrey's curiosity which was so bountiful. It had to reside in her hair in order to keep her from bursting. Audrey was a particularly special young girl. As all Children are she managed and cultured her curiosity so successfully that she never quite became bored. Boredom is the disease that kills all her mother would often say Audrey made sure to avoid it at all costs and decided to become always inquisitive and never take life seriously. She turned to the footmen and bowed low to the ground until her nose nearly brushed up against her knees. She then turned toward the manor and upon seeing her cousin rushed up the stairs, Walter, you won't believe what I saw on the way here. She said as she jumped up the stairs, I was looking out the window when we passed this field and then the field was a cow but only one. So I thought it might get lonely. But Missy said it couldn't because cows don't get lonely. Oh, Missy, she seemed to sputter it all out in one breath. Her girlish voice singing above the silent manner before Walter could get a word in. She rushed down the stairs and back to the cabbie. She opened the door and pulled out what looked to be an old orange, black and white sweater. As Audrey turned around, Walter could see that the sweater was actually a rather overgrown cat being held upside down. The cat didn't seem to mind Audrey's rough manner and laid its head back, letting out a low per Audrey came back up the stairs, turned the cat right side up and held the cat in front of Walter. Its tail slowly swished back and forth as its gaze rested on Walter's collar. Walter, meet Missy. Audrey grinned. Walters lip curled. It probably has fleas with that. He turned around and went inside.