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Ch. 1: Pilot

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            Chapter 1: Pilot
    It was a dark Christmas night. The clouds were covering the moon and stars while little tiny white snowflakes were falling down to the ground…hard. I was in my room, reading "The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass". "Finally!" I screamed. After 3 months of having that book in my possession and I finally finished it. Still looking around, being terminally bored with nothing to do, and seeing as I finished my last book in my entire collection, my room looked like a baby girl's room. The walls were painted as a girlie pink with dolls and a canopy. The floors look like someone just threw up a mountain load of Pepto Bismol all over the carpet. The bed sheets and covers were a cotton candy type pink; you know the pink that people get from the Fair as a snack. They were frilly, old lady Victorian type; the ones that look like Marie Antoinette's dresses from being Queen of France. The curtains were baby pink and made of some itchy material that made me scratch my arms and hands whenever I brush up against it; sometimes I wondered if the curtains were really sandpaper in disguise. The closet was painted with light pink roses and buds all over, including the ceiling. The tables, furniture, my computers, chairs, vases, wallpaper; the wood on my canopy has been painted pink and thought to myself "I think I'm going to be sick!" My room looked like a nursery for a baby princess instead of a 17 year olds room. I always wanted to change it to fit my personality and who I am as a person, but was denied that right, so I ended up living in a baby girl's nursery for the rest of my life. Looking down at the book, I remembered where I almost finished during an event that I was happy to forget; probably for the rest of my life. It was our last family reunion…with his family. It was one of those parties were you had to smile at all times at people that you only saw once in your life. But this one was a little different. This was the party were I met my fiancé. His name was Adrian, and he was supposed to be the son of a very rich and powerful man.
   I don't know him much, except his name and his family history, but he always tries to make me smile all the time. Once, he had the nerve to ask that question at last year's Christmas reunion. He sat next to me and said, "Why won't you smile for me?" I was mad and annoyed that no one leaves me in peace, so I decided to talk if that would make him shut up, so I said, "Why would I smile for someone that I don't even know or want in my life?" Sitting there, speechless, I made my escape and went into the garden to read my book. I woke up the next morning in my bedroom the next day. "I must have fallen asleep last night in the garden," I thought to myself. I started to sit up, when I felt something soft, smooth and very fragrant at the same time. I looked at the side of my bed to see what the thing that I was feeling was. "Thank God!" I sighed in relief. It was a note with a jasmine flower next to it. I saw the fancy envelope and knew immediately who it is from. Johnson. The envelope was already opened and saw a tiny card with HIS handwriting and read it before I burned it to ash. All it said was only this:
              "Meet me in the garden. There's something I wish to tell you."
Finished with the note, I felt my temper and anger rise towards the surface like a volcano ready to erupt and destroy everything in its path. Since I was still dizzy from waking up really fast and early, I made my way towards the fireplace, which already has a fire that was almost about to die, so I threw it in and kept the flower to put in the vase somewhere on the table in the middle of the room. For a couple of minutes, I confined myself in my room or so-called "prison" until it was time for my parents to go home. Thinking about that, someone knocked at my door, shaking me out of my daydreams and flashback of that horrible time. It was my mother, Queen Amelia. She came in and respectfully bowed to her. Even though she was my mother, it felt ridiculous doing that to her. "Annalisa, I need to talk to you about something and I want your honest opinion." She never calls me Annalisa before in my life, even though I told her to not call me by my full name. She must be up to something and I have a feeling it's not going to be good. Oh!!! I'm sorry. I'm being rude. My name is Anna Vasilisa Martinez, Princess of the country of Zara Kali and this is my story on how my ended and the day it began.
Ch. 1: Pilot [link]
Ch. 2: An Unexpected Visit [link]
Ch. 3: Operation: Fly The Coop [link]
Ch. 4: My First Taste of Freedom [link]
Ch. 5: Alec's Opinon On The Mysterious Stranger [link]
Ch. 6: Meet The Family [link]
Ch. 7: The Divine Prophecy [link]
Ch. 8: Opposites Attract [link]
Ch. 9: The Adventure Of A Lifetime [link]

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Nice beginning :) The story idea sounds good, I love the way you only introduced the fact that she her mother is a Queen at the end of the chapter! :D I'm going to go and read the next chapter now ;)
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YAY!!! im glad u like it:D

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Andy: Shut Up Golum!!

Golum: read it, Read it.....story REEEEEEAAAADDDD IIIITTTTTTT!!!!

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thank u, thank u!!! i'll b here all week every year
andy:)
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