Charlotte Bronte s Charlotte Linden - 1447 Words

Charlotte Linden had always been a hopeless romantic. Although, her romantic encounter that she had forever dreamed about, had not yet occurred. That was until last week on the twenty-third of August. Charlotte was a smart, beautiful girl with blue eyes and slightly curly, brown hair. She had the dreamiest smile with the perfect dimples; she was a girl every guy dreamed of. Charlotte did have one feature that drove away most boys, her imagination. Not only did she imagine the most unrealistic dreams, but she shared them with all of her classmates. Mr. Linden, Charlotte’s father, had always adored her wild imagination, but he knew that some of the stories were too magical and real for her to read. He knew that something might happen that†¦show more content†¦Charlotte couldn’t believe her eyes. She was actually at the bottom of the vine, staring at the home of Jack. While she felt a little frightened, she was more curious than anything else. She decided to sne ak into an open window on the back of his house to see where Jack had gone. In the back of Charlotte’s mind, she thought of her father’s words about her beloved story that she was now a part of. He had always told her that her imagination mixed with such a magical story may be too much for her to handle. Charlotte heard noises from the front of the house. She quietly crept through the hallway following the sound. Once she reached where the sound was coming from, she stood staring in disbelief. A portrait of Charlotte was on the wallpapered wall. Charlotte, forgetting where she was and what she was doing, let out a huge gasp. Jack suddenly jumped up in fear. â€Å"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?† Jack yelled to Charlotte. â€Å"Oh my. I really am sorry. I don’t really know how I got here. It’s just that. It’s just that I think my favorite story book has come to life. You see, I followed you down the bean stalk and here I am now. My name is Charlotte, and I am the daughter of Mr. Linden. I mean no harm, really.† As Jack continued to look at Charlotte, he began to realize that she was identical to the portrait on the