I posted Saturday about how I began to write. So now I'll introduce you to my cast, starting with the most important, to the least.
Today, we'll start with Guinevere Montgomery.
Guinevere is a rich girl who has it all. Money, friends, beauty, everything. She lives in a mansion that rests on over 100 acres in London, known by all as "Clandestine Manor".
To help you get to know her better, I've decided to interview her.
Me: Hello, Guinevere! How are you this fine morning?
Guinevere: 'Tis a dreadful day, not fine at all! The sun's rays bore down on me, trying to flaw my complexion!
Me: Guinevere, stop being so stinkin' dramatic.
Guinevere *gasp* I do not put off an odor! How dare you, you peasant! Do you not know who I am?
Me: *sigh* Yes, I know who you are. I made you, Guinevere. I think I should know!
Guinevere: That is Miss Montgomery to you.
Me: Guinevere, stop acting childish! Could we get on with the interview?
Guinevere: You may, but I refuse to participate.
Me: More people will know you.
Guinevere: *jerks head and smiles prettily at audience* Oh, hello, darlings! Were you there the entire time? Oh, dear. Do forgive me. I am not normally so irritable.
Me: *snicker* Whatever.
Me: *cough* Okay, so, um . . . where were we? Oh, yes! Guinevere, how old are you?
Guinevere: *eyes widen* One does not ask a lady that!
Me: Ahem . . .
Guinevere: Oh, I see. I am 19 years of age.
Me: Are you engaged?
Guinevere: Engaged? In what? I am engaged in a conversation with you, but other than that I do not--
Me: No, no, no. Not that engaged. Are you . . . . *thinks for the right word* Betrothed?
Guinevere: *face lights up* Yes! To my dear Gilbert. 'Tis a shame that I seemed to have been abducted from him--
Me: Guinevere! We are not discussing that right now!!! *leans to whisper* How many times have I told you, you are not abducted. You are being led to your destiny.
Guinevere: 'Tis a horrid destiny, if I must be forever apart from Gilbert. . .
Me: Hush. You'll like the way it all turns out. Trust me.
Guinevere: I will not trust you. *shouts* I shall never be happy without Gilbert!
Me: *facepalm* Next question. What is your biggest fear?
Guinevere: *diverts her eyes and sinks lower in her chair*
Me: Guinevere . . . . .
Guinevere: Um . . . . well, I fear not being liked by others. *twists handkerchief* I do so enjoy when people seek out my company. It makes me feel . . . . special. And loved.
Me: I see. Why do you fear that?
Guinevere: Could you ask another question?
Me: Um, yeah. Sure. *flips through cards* Uh . . . . What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?
Guinevere: *thoughtful* Hmm . . . well, becoming betrothed to Gilbert. Many ladies sought after him, and yet I was the one to capture his heart. Yes, my greatest accomplishment.
Me: You do realize that sounds quite . . . shallow?
Guinevere: 'Tis not! *scowl*
Me: *sigh* Next question . . . . What is your most treasured possession?
Guinevere: This. *reveals strange necklace* I do not know where it came from, but I have had it for as long as I remember!
Me: Um, nice. Next question . . . What is the thing you dislike most?
Guinevere: Other than you?
Me: *jawdrop* Excuse me? I can kill you with a sentence, and you have no respect for me? Fine! I'm sure you'll love falling off the ship or being captured by pirates or catching some horrible disease or--
Guinevere: *raises hand* Okay, I understand. Hmm . . . . Marc Barrington.
Me: *nearly falls off chair* Why do you dislike him?!?!?! You're supposed to fall in lo--
Guinevere: *examines fingernails* He is frustrating.
Me: *eyeroll* Why? Because he doesn't fall for your charming ways?
Guinevere: Next question.
Me: That was a question!!!
Guinevere: I do not care. Next one.
Me: GRRRR. Fine! How would you like to die?
Guinevere: *gasps and looks up* What? I . . . I--
Me: How. Do. You. Want. To. Die?
Guinevere: I'd like to die of old age. Peacefully, in my sleep.
Me: Good, I'll give you the opposite.
Me: Good bye everyone! See you tomorrow! Tomorrow we'll be interviewing Marc Barrington!
Guinevere: You cannot kill me! I have witnesses!
Me: Will you be quiet? *waves* Bye, everyone! Mwah!
Galatians 6:9 KJV