Warning: Slightly Childish and has a very abrupt ending
I could hardly even with keep on
breathing. My stomach was doing jump- ropes with my intestines, but as I darted
to the exit my heart seemed to join in the jump roping. Tears streamed down my
face, as I fled the room. I just needed to be alone. Away from everything that
seemed to be wrong with my life. Which, of course, was everything.
But my problems had only just
begun.
I live
in a large mansion in the middle of a large city. The city was well crowded and
over populated. Which meant two things. One, the water was the color of wet
tree bark and two privacy was hard to come by.
The
first place one usually goes when they need privacy is their quarters. But I
have never gone in there unless I had a hardener heart and a clear head. Which
were the two things I lacked at the moment. My nosy servants were rather… rude.
So I
was left to aimlessly walk down the halls, no destination in sight.
I
finally found a perfect area, with only one or two people. A garden. But there
were still those people.
Trickery
was my only option.
I stood
on the entrance to the garden, an imitation perfectly posed on my lips.
“The
British are coming,” I screamed in my father’s announcer voice.
Instantly
the people fled in terror.
I would
have laughed had I not been in such a bad mood.
Instead
I sighed at the peaceful silence. The blissful calm of being alone.
I
walked down the path until I came to gazebo. I climbed the stairs, and grabbed
the fistful of papers I had stuffed in the pocket of my gown.
How could they call them…those horrible things?
Tears
blurred the paper.
A weird
noise shifted everything.
Almost
like someone was humming.
I turned to see a…
Llama?
Then I died.
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