This just hit me when I watched the Pride and Prejudice Movie with Keira Knightly, because despite the book description. Mary is actually really pretty in the movie. So I didn't really understand why no one would want her.

So this story is about Mary finding her place in life, but it will feature her whole family and maybe a few historical characters^^

Most of the people belong to the genius of Jane Austen and if you don't recognize them, they're probably mine^^ except of course any historical characters, they belong to themselves.

Now have fun and please review, so that I know how you liked, I am always grateful for constructive criticism, flames will be ignored, though!

I have always been the quiet one, the one who was ignored by everyone else, the one no one would listen to. Which was no surprise, my four sisters just took all the attention so nothing was left for me.

My oldest sister Jane was married for six months now, she had always been the most beautiful of us five. With her long light blond hair and her calm blue eyes, but not only that she was also kind and caring, always thinking of others before she thought of herself.

Just one year younger Elisabeth or Lizzie as we all called her was pretty too, with her light brown curly hair and matching eyes, but despite that she was unbelievingly outspoken, she said what she felt and was never intimidated by someone. That was probably the reason why she had found the good in Fitzwilliam Darcy, her husband for four months. He was always stiff and unfriendly, but it seemed like all of that was just a façade and deep down he was a kind and caring man. I couldn't keep the smile from forming on my lips, when I thought of those two. They were so different and yet they loved each other with a passion I didn't understand. After all I had never been in love, so I could not comprehend her behavior nor understand those feelings she was talking about. But as long as Lizzie was happy, she had always been the most understanding of my sisters. She had listened to me, to my worries and sorrows or just me playing on the piano forte, which I loved with all my heart.

Then there were of course my younger sisters Katherine called Kitty, and Lydia. Both beautiful, with curly hair and bubbly personalities. Though Lydia was two years younger than me she was already married, but only because she eloped with an officer, called George Wickham. I didn't like him from the very beginning and after the two just ran off, it seemed that I had a reason not to trust him in the first place. He had just married Lydia because Mr. Darcy, Lizzie's husband had given him a big amount of money, no one knew besides Lizzie and our father, but though they thought I wouldn't do anything else besides playing piano and reading books, I was listening most of the time. I was pretty good in hearing everything important, without really trying to. Part of my great ability to hear everything that was going on, was me being mute most of the time, which lead everyone to the conclusion I had nothing important to say. It was quite the contrary, but I knew that no one would listen to my anyway so why try?!

So now only my younger sister Kitty and I were left in our household together with our mother, who tried to marry us to every half decent gentleman that came along, and our father who was in his studies most of the time, ignoring everything that was going on in front of his door.

With a heavy sigh I stopped playing on the piano for the first time in two hours, I was surprised that mother hadn't rushed in already, telling me to stop hurting her poor nerves. Slowly I got up from my stool in front of the piano and walked over to the window. I could see my own reflection in it and made a face at myself. I wasn't happy about my looks, but there was no way in changing it, so why complain?!

My hair was dark brown, almost black and fell straight over my shoulders. Because I didn't like it, I always wore it in a tight bun. My eyes were not warm brown like Lizzie's they were black and dull. Because of my dark hair, my pale skin seemed even paler, at times people asked me, if I was ill, because I was so pale.

Then there was of course my figure, it was so unlike those of my sisters, because they were all petite and slender, sure I wasn't fat, I knew that, but still when I stood beside my sisters I felt like the ugly and fat sister no one would want to speak to.

I shook my head and turned angry from the window, not sure what to do with the rest of the day. I had no real friends, all other girls in town thought I was strange, because I talked not much and because I wasn't into pretty dresses and ribbons. But I saw no sense in fanning over something unimportant as this. There was so more to a person than her clothes or ribbons.

"Mary…" I winced when I heard the high pitched voice of my sister Kitty, she stormed into the room, her face flushed and she herself out of breath.

"What is it?" I asked, though I wasn't really sure, if I wanted to know.

"We've got a letter from Lizzie, she invited us all to Fitzwilliam's upcoming birthday and to stay the whole winter at Pemberley. That is just wonderful, so many good looking gentlemen will be there, this is my chance to find a husband too." Kitty grinned and I sighed, sure I was happy to see Lizzie again but I hated those festivities, force a smile on my lips and talk to people I would never want to talk to, if I had a choice.

"When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning! Oh I have to go to the city and find some new ribbons, my old ones are just not good enough for Pemberley." With that she rushed out. I looked after her, sometimes I felt envy for Kitty, because it seemed like she never worried about more than dresses, ribbons and charming gentlemen. I guess that would be a really carefree life.

I decided only moments later to go up to my room and try to hide in my books again, I gathered my skirts and hurried out of my piano room, upstairs and into my room. Which I had to myself, after all of my sisters left, my mother decided that it was time for Kitty and me to get our own rooms.

I was grateful for that, because sharing a room with Kitty had been stressful. I closed the door behind myself and grabbed one of the books about English history from my desk and sat down on my bed. Soon I was lost in the world of historic persons and wars.

That's it for now, hope you liked it, just hit the "review" button right below this and tell me.^^