Southern Proper Bow Ties

In 1913, there were two different classes.

There was a great class, reserved for the rich, and good.

And the lower class, constituted by the poor, and inappropriate.

Our story begins in Missouri, a picturesque small town named Tomsville.

Tomsville was a nice place, if you had to search to see its beauty. The city has hosted many wealthy businessmen, one of whom is Monty Q. Clark. He had always wanted a son, in which he could convey his techniques a business. However, it ends with a girl of nine.

It was strange, irrelevant, and seemed to live in the world, everybody else does.

I was the girl.

I Clark Pigeon.

I always hated my name. Not only was it a bird, but it is an ugly bird that. Perhaps dove might suit me better, or even something as ridiculous as Peacock. But no, I was stuck with Pigeon.

I lived in a big white house with a backyard that even the President would die to have. He had a beautiful river, and the willow was the most timeless figure anyone could ever imagine.



It was an Easter Sunday.

Mom bought me a brand new dress I could wear to church, and Easter Brunch. It was light yellow, with silk and lace, and a beautiful pink bow tied around the waist. She warned me not to get a unique place in it, and I did everything I could to keep it clean.

Church had been so long, I had almost fallen asleep a few times.

After it was over, the father went to talk with some friends to discuss business issues, Mama and I followed, walking over to some of his friends, who talk about dresses and hair, and ridiculous gossip, that made me laugh, because they talked to gossip delicate voice, as though they should not talk to all the gossip.

I sat next to Mom, impressed by holding all the women wore. "Look, Sue, it has become so great." One woman said, smiling at me. "It is softer than a summer trifle." Another woman cooed. Mother looked at me, and a light finally went off in my mind dusty, "Thank you, miss" I said, bowing . "Now run along, Pigeon," Mom asked me, 'Go over and the smell of tulips in spring or whatever. "

I nodded, bowed again, and ignore the flowers.

If I only could the rest of Mama.

If only I could go some other flowers.

If only I could have been smarter.

If only.

Before I could even have an idea of what was happening, a big clump of earth struck the skirt of my dress.

I shone through the large brown spot, with eyes dug.

I frantically looked to see where the place was coming, and I had a glimpse of who had thrown.

A boy with rags, old clothes and a hat covering his head was there with a group of boys.

He had dark hair the color of wheat, and mischievous green eyes that looked as if they were freshly cut emeralds.

Teddy Moss! "

I screamed, longer charge.

He uttered one of his friends, laughing,

"Hey, look, it is Miss Tea and Crumpets"

I bit my lip, trying to hold in anger boiling in me.

Teddy and I had been fighting since before either of us could remember. It had no Southern accent like most of us who live in Tomsville. He was born in New Hampshire, and since neither of his parents had an accent, it did not. It was a poor boy bad decisions that have not been able to get through one day without inciting another child of his money.

"You're a threat immature!"

"Why, thank you."

Teddy said, smiling thinly.

A pot lid can only remain so long.

I loaded him like an iron horse, and spit.