Diary Entry Four
I knew how much my sister despised the peasant Meghan Amberstone. In all honesty, I hadn't much hatred for the girl myself. Yet, her crude, careless words to my sister often aroused my irritation.
However, father always said the common folk often lacked social manners when speaking to the upper class. Therefore, it isn't terribly surprising to find upstanding citizens fall victim to the local's uneducated sense of humor.
Renia, however, has a rather difficult time with the farm children's lack of proper respect. It's terribly troubling to witness the anger caused by the local foolery. Poor Meghan. I dearly wish there was a way to explain to her the need of respect when speaking to the upper class. However, that would include speaking out of turn... and engaging in a conversation with her. I don't believe my sister would approve of such a thing. She believes the Meadow folk too stupid to learn the art of proper respect.
Now, the troublesome issue stands. Such cruel words are exchanged in every visit. If only there was a way to bring about peace...
"As if you could afford any better, you uneducated swine!" screeched Renia to the peasant girl.
"Wotta scream from tha pink an white lassie!" Meghan laughed, tossing her head back, "Save ya voice or ya china face might crack frum tha pressure! Wouldn't wont ya shattern' on stage o they'll prize tha runner up!"
"You have no right to speak to me that way!" Renia shrieked, her face reddening, "You're worthless in every form but to serve the mighty Emperor as the lowest of the low! You have nothing to be proud of, worthless wretch!"
Meghan snorted irritably. The farm girl marched up to our carriage and removed her over-sized hat, revealing an explosion of loose red hairs floating above her head.
"Somethin' ya ought to kno, lassie," she said coldly, "I may be nothin' to folks like yu but a slog-shovelin' 'paka 'erd. But I 'ave wot I kno yu'll ne'er be gettin'." Meghan paused her odd speech to smirk triumphantly, "I used to 'ate yu with every bone in my body, then me Mum told me wot yu'll never 'ave. Made my sisters teary-eyed ta kno!"
Renia burned with rage at Meghan's simple words. Her teeth clenched in fury as the suspense grew. I coward behind my sister, hoping the debate would come to an end soon enough.
"Wh-what could I p-possibly lack?!" came Renia's reply.
I stared at my sister in shock. The pure, confident, perfect young lady showed signs of a thing I never even dreamed she could possess. Could my sister be... afraid?
"Pity ya won't admit it, lassie," Meghan smirked, "Yer missin' love in ya life! 'Less ya feel it from yer mouse of a sister there."
Renia paled helplessly for a moment. I trembled at the sight of her. If Renia was afraid, Meghan Amberstone must be a true treat.
"Think about it, lassie. Ya trot 'round stege like a spotless china doll, gettin' judged on every little t'ing ya do up there. 'Ow proud is ya Da when ya win again? Does 'e even care five cogs 'bout-"
Meghan Amberstone and my sister turned to stare at me. I shuddered violently, terrified of the unwanted attention my sudden outburst had brought me.
Why, why did I speak out? I wondered, in horror of the moment.
Suddenly, Renia came back to life. "Autofficer Witherclock!" she barked, her voice regaining it's old power, "Remove this foolish scoundrel from my sight at once!"
Autofficer Witherclock muttered his reply and commanded our traveling Pacifiers forward. Meghan's grass-green eyes grew as wide as desert plates before she sped away through the corn field, faster than I've ever seen a dignified citizen move.
Renia planted her hands on her hips, a triumphant grin alighting her face. After a moment, she turned to me and nodded.
"I believe there's hope for you after all, sister." she told me.
This brings my entry to a close. I hope no farther unpleasant mishaps shall follow this encounter with Meghan Amberstone.
Sincerely, Naomi Sharpgaze