Lizzy, England, 1857.
It was the first morning of July, I woke up and went downstairs, meeting Agatha there, Agatha and Edward are my grandparents. You could consider us as middle family, I am able to read and write fluently, "How was your sleep Lizzy, would you like some tea?"
we had breakfast before living for work.
Our family had small business in town, at times I would attend to support it but most of the times I would hang around with Jane. We had a similar status. Both sixteen, not from the upper. we weren't attending school, we preferred to stay at home also because we were allowed to, I had already mentioned earlier, we know how to write and read . Jane and I are both blonde, her hair was gold mine was darker, she had blue eyes, mine were brown. I had two braids, Jane kept her hair up using hairpins.
I met Jane near the main street of London, we had planned on going to the library.
"Liz!" I turned around to see Jane walking towards me,
"Morning, Liz how are you?" "Not much, you?" I answered,
"Same old. You still job hunting?"
"Indeed" let me elaborate myself, I was looking for a job that would support my interests.
"Have you considered working as a governess?" Jane asked,
"Not at all"
"You should give it a thought" Jane smiled and continued walking by my side
we walked all the way there discussing different topics, art, poetry, and music. Writing poetry was my hobby I wrote for myself, never considered it as a serious thing. We made it there, Jane was looking for the right books while I waited for her, "
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Blue Velvet
Historical FictionFollows the life of Lizzy, Jack the Ripper case, the Victorian era. Poetry, history, Serial killers "Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality."
