"Edelweiss, Edelweiss'.."a young voice sang softly, her delicate hands strumming a wooden guitar that was much too large for her. She sat perched on the ledge of a low stone wall, two small girls sitting at her feet. The first girl, just a toddler, sat criss-cross applesauce, resting her face in the palms of her hands as her arms were on her knees, which helped support her heavy head. She beamed at her older sister as she leaned closer with every note fabricated by the instrument before her. She simply adored it. Though she was only two years of age, she was already a curious girl, always interested in the people of the world. As for the other girl, who was only five, she was curious in a different way. She was very keen at observing people and the world around her. She was rather introverted and rarely spoke, but, when she did, she could become quite outspoken and always gave the absolute truth. She was very intelligent for her age and noticed several things even adults did not, not to mention that she had catlike reflexes. For example,
"Watch out," she cried, quickly stepping beside her oldest sister and hitting a ball away from her, saving her and the guitar. The ball made a loud BYOING as it hit the concrete and then proceeded to roll away until it stopped right at the feet of a small boy with golden hair. "Kurt," she angrily stomped over to her brother-"You almost hit Liesl! You could've broken father's guitar, too."
"Me?" Kurt exclaimed, a tint of annoyance in his voice for being accused of such things, picking up the ball from the ground. "Me?! Why, Brigitta, I didn't even throw this ball! It was Freidrich." He gestured in the direction of a grassy area where a nine-year-old boy and an eight-year-old girl stood, who had hair the same golden color as Kurt's. Freidrich gave his brother a nervous smile, knowing full well that he had not thrown the ball. Classic Kurt. He was in that stage of life when absolutely nothing was his fault, as Mother would say. This, however, was just a part of his personality. He could often be rather incorrigible.
Before Brigitta had the chance to protest, a small hand gently tugged on Kurt's shorts. "Kurt, Kurt," her voice squeaked as she struggled to get the words out. "I play wit' you?"
The boy's face twisted into a disgusted expression as he quickly hid the ball behind his back. "Me?! Play with you, Marta?! Why, you're a girl," he proclaimed. He could not believe someone would think that he would associate with someone of the opposite gender!
Marta's brown eyes began to pool up with tears. Luckily for her, Liesl, who was the eldest, came behind her and defended her. "Kurt, why can't Marta play ball with you? You're playing ball with Louisa. She's a girl, isn't she," she stated.
"Louisa?" Kurt scoffed."She's practically a boy!" He did have some truth into his thought, though that statement was at the ill of heart. Louisa was, in fact, a tomboy, but still behaved the same way any of the girls her age would. She was just interested in things deemed to be "for boys".
"I am not a boy!" Louisa shrieked, stamping her foot onto the ground with aggravation. This was not the first time Kurt had made an outrageous comment such as that. In fact, he said it quite often, despite Father's attempts to make him stop.
"Yeah! Louisa is a girl, Don't your eyes work?" Brigitta defended her sister, making sure to push all the blame onto him, where it rightfully belonged.
Kurt scrunched his nose as he scoffed once more, only this time it was directed towards a different sister. "My eyes work perfectly fine! Besides, it was Freidrich. He was the one who came up with that joke anyways. Yep, that's it. It was only a joke." He reasoned, finding his story completely believable. Unfortunately, his other siblings most certainly did not believe this tale.
Liesl could not help but giggle at his antics. "You changed the story a few times," she informed her brother before assuming an authoritative position. "Now, apologize to Louisa and Marta, then we can all play together. Father said not to bicker because Mother doesn't need any more stress," she commanded gently, trying her best to be exactly like her Mother. She knew how to get everyone's attention and do what they wanted, while also doing it kindly and sincerely. She was never a harsh person. Liesl aspired to be like that to her future children, one day. She figured that she might as well practice with her siblings in the meantime.
"Why should I apologize? I did nothing wrong," Kurt protested, holding onto the ball tightly just in case someone were to try and snatch it away from him. He took a small defensive step backwards.
"Because you've hurt both of their feelings. That's what you've done wrong."
"Well, maybe they hurt my feelings!"
Liesl was about to respond, but then, Freidrich snuck up from behind Kurt and whacked the ball straight out of his hand. It landed on the concrete with a BYOING and began rolling towards an area covered with trees. "Hey!" No one payed him any attention. No one except Liesl bothered with his petty feelings. The four children were too busy chasing after the ball so they could play a game of catch.
"Oh, Kurt, won't you play with us? It would help Mother and Father very much. Father says that the more stressed Mother is, the longer it's going to take for the baby to come. They're supposed to come any minute now! Do you want to be the reason why our new baby sibling is born a day later than planned? Now, please come play with us," Liesl implored her brother, holding out her hand for him to take.
Kurt willingly accepted his sister's hand, but played it off. He did, after all, have a reputation to keep! "I'm only doing this for our new baby brother, Kurt jr.," he spoke poshly as the two joined the rest of their siblings in a circle. Liesl didn't feel like ruining Kurt's hopes, so all she did was laugh. The six Von Trapp children passed the ball around to each other in a randomized order. Liesl passed it first because she was the eldest. She passed to Marta, who, after struggling to keep a hold of the ball, (it was almost as big as her!) passed it to Kurt, who passed it to Freidrich, claiming once more to only associate with boys. Liesl assumed that he had only recently learned the word "associate" from Father because he'd been using it often these days. Freidrich passed to Louisa, who passed it to Brigitta, who, then passed it to Marta, and so on and so forth.
As the children were playing their game and having a jolly ol' time, a man dressed in a suit walked up onto the back patio. He stood with the utmost dignity, and showed no emotion. Brigitta, who had just been passed the ball, heard the click of the man's shoes as he stepped on some of its concrete. She dropped the ball and pointed in his direction, exclaiming "Look who it is!" All the children turned to look in unison, collectively making a noise of joy.
A great big thank you to my friend, StarryeyedBookwyrm for helping me edit this first chapter!