" Trust me, they're very rich," Mr. Salinger told his daughter. " But they're also very nice people too, and your mother and I expect you to be on your best behavior, Esme."
Esme' wondered why her parents always told her " be good" or " stay out of trouble" every time she went somewhere without them. They knew she would be good, or try to be anyway. "Don't worry, Dad, I'll be good."
" I know you will honey", he went on. "But I can't help but telling you,"
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 31, 2007 18:29:16 GMT -5
Esmé waited until her parents’ backs were turned before she rolled her eyes. Even though she was still technically a child, that didn’t mean she appreciated being treated like one.
The Salingers got out of the car and Esmé walked between her parents up to the front door of the exquisite house. Remembering her promise to behave, she turned to her father and asked, “Is it all right if I ring the doorbell?”
Mr. Salinger laughed. “Of course, Esmé,” he said. “Go ahead.”
Grinning, Esmé reached out and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and a girl around her own age with hair color identical to her own appeared. “Hello,” the girl said with a warm smile. “My name is Beatrice. Are you here for the party?”
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Dec 31, 2007 19:31:06 GMT -5
“Thank you,” Mr. Salinger said, stepping into the mansion with his wife and daughter.
Esmé was absolutely amazed by everything about the Smith’s house— from the beautiful art hanging on the walls to the carpets that looked as though they had been imported from faraway countries. Beatrice led them into what was obviously a ballroom, judging by the wide open space and beautiful chandelier suspended high above on the ceiling.
Everywhere Esmé looked, people were mingling and laughing. Some were sitting in chairs and on couches, while others just stood around and talked. She longed to join them, and as her parents went over to converse with some of Mr. Salinger’s associates from work, Beatrice took Esmé by the hand. “Come with me,” Beatrice said, “and I’ll introduce you to some of my friends.”
Esmé was reluctant, but went along willingly anyway. She wasn’t popular with any of the girls at her own school, so how would she fit in with the children of wealthy parents? She could feel her heart begin to pound as she and Beatrice approached a group of girls their own age.
As Beatrice and Esme' finally reached the girls, Esme' realized that she had seen some of the girls before at school. She didn't have a clue what their names were, though.
"Esme', I would like you to meet some of my friends," Beatrice told her." This is Kit Snicket, Megan Caliban, and Lauren Smith, my cousin. Everyone, this is Esme Salinger."
" It's nice to meet you," said one of the girls, and Esme' realized this must be Kit. She had beautiful blonde hair that came just past her shoulders. Esme' felt ashamed of her own ugly brown hair. " Do you go to school here?," Kit asked.
" Yes, I do," Esme' replied with a smile. Even if she only made one, the girl thought that perhaps she would make a friend after all.
The girls had only talked for about ten minutes when Esme's father appeared and said to her, " Esme', come here, I want you to meet a dear friend of mine."
Esme' walked back over to where her mother was standing with some man. He looked like he was about fifteen years older than Esme'. "Darling, this is Count Olaf," Mrs. Salinger told her. "He has been working with your father for a few months. Olaf, this is our daughter, Esme'."
" It's a pleasure to meet you, Esme," Count Olaf said to her,and Esme' couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. " Your father has told me a lot about you, and now I can see why as pretty as you are."
Esme' felt herself growing hot, and as she looked up at Count Olaf and realized that he only had one eyebrow." Thank you, sir," she said to him.
" Oh, just call me Olaf," he answered back to her, and although he was much older than her, Esme' felt that she was already in love.
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jan 1, 2008 13:49:16 GMT -5
Esmé smiled shyly, dropping her eyes to the floor in an attempt to hide just how deeply she was blushing. She had never felt anything remotely like this in front of boys her own age, but this was not the case as she stood before this much older man. Not wanting him to think she was rude, she made an attempt to meet his eyes, which shone brilliantly like a pair of black pearls.
“He— hello,” Esmé said, and could feel her hand trembling as Olaf reached out to shake it. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“It is very nice to meet you as well,” Olaf said, leaning down and gently kissing Esmé’s hand, “my dear.”
Esmé blinked in surprise, and she smiled slightly. Her heart was fluttering, and her mouth had suddenly gone dry. She could only imagine how red her face was at this point as she glanced back in the direction of Beatrice, Kit, and the other girls.
“Go on back to your friends now,” Mr. Salinger said with a chuckle.
Esmé smiled at her parents, making sure to avoid Olaf’s intoxicating gaze as she nodded. “Okay,” she replied, and hurried off.
Olaf watched the young teenager disappear into the crowd of other guests before turning back to Mr. and Mrs. Salinger. “Your daughter is positively charming,” Olaf said. “You must be very proud.”
“Yes,” Mrs. Salinger agreed. “We are. Esmé is the focus of our lives.”
Olaf smiled. “Edward,” he said, turning to Esmé’s father, “you mentioned to me that your daughter has expressed an interest in performing. I give acting lessons every Tuesday and Thursday at a studio in town. I would be willing to adjust my fee, seeing as you and I are close associates. Speak to Esmé about it. If she’s interested, feel free to bring her by one day.”
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jan 2, 2008 13:32:03 GMT -5
“You’re most welcome,” Olaf said with a smile as he watched Esmé enjoying the company of her new friends from across the room. There was something about her, he thought, that made her different from other girls. It wasn’t only that she was beautiful, but there was also something inside her— something like a flame, such as those of the fires he extinguished on an almost daily basis, except Esmé’s spark was inextinguishable.
Although it seemed likely that Beatrice and the other girls had accepted her, Esmé couldn’t help but find herself distracted from their conversation as she continuously glanced over her shoulder in Olaf’s direction.
Beatrice was the first to take notice of this. “Are you all right, Esmé?” she asked.
Esme' quickly turned her head back torward Beatrice so they wouldn't see her staring at Count Olaf. "Yes, I'm fine," she told her friend. "I'm just looking around at the room." She couldn't dare tell them that she was in love with a man fifteen years older than her." Well, you sure staring at that man a whole lot," Beatrice said." Did he say something mean to you,?"
" No," Esme' replied to the girl, blushing ." He just looks very familiar, that's all."
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jan 3, 2008 14:22:25 GMT -5
[Don’t be sorry, they’re fine!]
Kit smiled, looking over Esmé’s shoulder at Olaf. “You’ve probably just seen him around town,” Kit explained. “He has an acting studio not far from here.”
Esmé looked up with interest at the girl in movie star-style glasses and dark blonde hair. “Olaf’s an acting teacher?” she asked.
“Yes,” Kit said. “And I’m one of his students.”
Esmé turned to Beatrice.
“Olaf is my teacher, too,” she said.
Esmé was quiet for a moment. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of these two other girls, who obviously had the advantages she lacked. If only she had known of the wonderful news her parents would have for her on the way home from the party.
( This seems like a good place to end the party. I hope you don’t mind)
The party ended about an hour later, and the Salingers said goodbye and left.” How did you like the party, darling?,” Mrs. Salinger asked her daughter as soon as they got in the car.” It was wonderful, Mother,” the girl replied.” I had a great time.”
“ So did I,” Mr. Salinger exclaimed to his family.” Olaf is a really good man, isn’t he, Elizabeth?”
Esme’ couldn’t help but notice the bright smiles on her parents’ faces.
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jan 5, 2008 13:10:15 GMT -5
[Nope, this is a perfect place to end this scene. ]
“What?” Esmé asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Salinger smiled at each other before turning to their daughter. “What would you say if we told you that your mother and I can now afford to get you those acting lessons you begged us for all summer?” he said.
Esmé’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Do… do you really mean it?” she asked, hardly daring to believe what her father had just told her.
“Your father’s associate,” Mrs. Salinger explained, “Count Olaf— who you met at the party —has offered you a place in his class. This is a wonderful opportunity for you, Esmé, and will give you a chance to make friends. You’d be attending with Beatrice Smith and Kit Snicket.”
“What do you think?” Mr. Salinger asked.
Esmé saw no reason to consider what she wanted to say, and replied with all of the excitement that was quickly growing inside her heart: “My answer is yes!”
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jan 15, 2008 10:25:28 GMT -5
[How about we skip ahead to the day of Esmé’s first acting lesson? This just seems like a good place to close this scene. I hope you don’t mind.]
Tuesday soon arrived, and Esmé couldn’t wait for the final bell of the day to ring at school. She hated wasting time in a stuffy classroom all day, listening to her teacher drone endlessly on about air or something else just as boring.
As usual, Esmé was sitting in her seat ahead of Stacy, rolling her pencil back and forth along her desk, fighting to stay awake. There was just another half an hour to go, and then Esmé would be free.
She grumbled irritably as she felt someone behind her tug roughly at her ponytail. She didn’t need to turn around in order to figure out who it was, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.
“Cut it out,” Esmé whispered.
“I’m not doing anything,” Stacy said.
The phony innocence in her voice was enough to make Esmé want to turn around and smack her, but she didn’t. Instead, she distracted herself by thinking of Olaf, and how lucky she was for being able to spend the afternoon with him. She knew that Beatrice and Kit would be there as well, but Esmé hardly minded. After all, they had both been very kind to her at the tea party.
“Listen,” Esmé said to Stacy, slightly louder this time. “If you don’t cut it out, then you’ll regret it. Understand?”
The bell rang and Esme zoomed to the gates. She was excited and nervous at the same time. What if they make fun of my acting? What if those girl do not like her anymore? What if Count Olaf thinks she is annoying? She took a deep breath and kept on walking. She past a very nice apartment area. Dark Avenue. "I would like to live there." she thought and smiled at the thought of being do high up there. It was a bright place, and very tall. A few trees were around it, but it still was very beautiful. "I will be a great actress and live here." she thought.
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