Ok so this story starts out after Sara finds out her father is dead and Miss Minchin accompanies her up to the attic. It's based off the movie though not the book. It's actually mostly about Miss Minchin and not Sara so that part really doesn't matter. It's mostly flashbacks of Minchin's life the way I thought it was.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters or anything whatsoever having to do with the story A Little Princess.
Hope you enjoy!
"Don't tell me you still fancy yourself a princess? Child, look around you! Or better yet, look in the mirror." Yelled Miss Minchin with a vengeance, as thought daring Sara to disagree.
"I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us. Didn't your father ever tell you that? Didn't he?"
Miss Minchin turned to Sara Crewe after escorting her up to the attic. She turned back as if to say something to the girl and then shut her mouth, thinking better of it. She shut the door and locked it. She started down the stairs and began to think.
That girl! That GIRL! I Hate her! She reminds me so much of...her...
"Maria, come here please!" Called her mother, Emma Minchin.
"Coming Mother!" 5 year old Maria called from her the front lawn of her family's estate.
I wonder if we have visitors coming for dinner tonight.
Little Maria's family was part of the social elite. Everyone wanted to please them. Her father, John Minchin, was a very prestigious man. They were a very wealthy family and often held parties.
Although they were a family, very little love was shown. Their mother showed that she adored her two little girls, Maria and her younger sister, Amelia. However their father hardly showed emotion. He was polite in front of guests but only really showed emotion when he disapproved of something.
Maria had taken to listening at her parent's door during the night since she was not aloud inside it. The bedroom was off limits to her and would be for her sister as well.
During the most recent nights she had over heard something about a school for young ladies.
I don't want to go away. I want to make Papa love me…
Maria walked into the house and straightened her bow then brushed off her dress. She smoothed the folds and made sure her shoes looked nice.
Then she hurried into her mother's sitting room where her father stood only in the doorway. There were two entrances to her mother's sitting room and her father stood in the one that was connected to his study.
Her mother was sitting at the couch and motioned for a wet nurse to come and take, little baby Amelia to her crib.
"Maria," her father began as soon as the Wet Nurse was gone, "You are old enough now to be sent to-"
His wife cut him off which she had never done before he was caught speechless. "We think it would be wise to send you to school now. Your old enough and you need other little girls to play with."
Maria looked at her father. "I don't want to-"
"You what? Tell me you did not say don't."
"Sorry father, I meant I do not wish to go away to school."
"Well whether you wish to or not you are going to school. Go upstairs with your mother. She will help you pack and then we will send you to the school tomorrow morning with your Nanny. She will settle you in and then return here to tend to your sister." He gestured her to leave and went back to his study.
Her mother stood showing indifference towards her but took her hand as they ascended the stairs.
Later, the next day in fact, as they were loading up Maria's trunks her father came outside.
"What are you doing Papa?" Maria asked.
"The Chaffuer said he can't make it today. I must drive you to the school myself. However I will just be dropping you and your Nanny off." Then he turned to Nanny Caroline and spoke to her. "You'll have to take a cab back."
She nodded and everyone got in and ready to go.
Her father would not have been trouble if the chauffer could have taken her. When they arrived at the school he told the Nanny to get the bags and alert them of Maria's arrival. Then he turned to Maria and said to her, with malice, "This will be your home for the next 13 years of your life. I hope you enjoy it, Little Princess. Is that not what you asked the Nanny to call you? Is that not what you read about in your precious fairytale books. Your imagination has grown to big for reality. We need to dim it down a bit, hmm?"
Maria felt her cheeks burn with hatred. She wanted to be a little princess. Why must he mock her? She climbed out of the car and shut the door before turning her back on the car and walking with the nanny into the school.
--End of Flashback--
That school ruined my life. Mostly because of that girl...Julia Clarke! Thought Minchin as she wandered down the stairs into her office.
Kind of short I know but…I don't want to take to much time in completing this story because I wasn't supposed to start a new story until I finished the current one I am working on, which would be That Fateful Summer a Twilight fanfic. Anyways enjoy this chapter and I'll post the next one when I get a review.
In other words if I don't get any reviews on this chapter I'll know you want me to stop writing it. So if you don't want that to happen R&R!