Prince

Chapter 3

The pain hurts more now.
The hate of me.
It's to deep for me to bare.
The blood is dried apon my arms.
And the tears are still rolling.
The knife is on the floor.
As I hold my arm.
The reality of the world gets to you.
So I contuniously stay in fantasy.
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He is not like any boy. Especially a Prince. He's mysterious, but cute. He keeps me on the edge. He's there but than he's gone, he cares about his people before himself.

A mystery is what he is.

I walk out of the allyway and try to look for him, not even a figure of him was seen. He's good at hiding.

My guardian left me $20 for shoes. But we aren't a very rich family, and all the shoes here are over $50. We don't have that money. I was practically broke around here.

I walking around trying to find even $20 worth of second hand shoes. Nope. Not at all...

I walk home. My basketball sneakers will have to do.

Character I'll tell him, I have the money, but character is what you need...

There we go!

Yeah, never ever going to even charm him that way.

Wait....

Why am I trying to impress him? I don't even want to be a royal? I walk to my house again, it wasn't very big...

It had a small top floor and the bottom floor consist of the kitchen, dining room, and the living area... Nothing special. I walk inside of it and set the money down on the table.

The whole reason why we can afford the house is because it's been in our family for generations...

I walk into the kitchen and grab a apple.

I walk upstairs to my room and set my blue baskeball sneakers down. I sit down on my bed and plug in my headphones.

"Can you feel my heart!"

I doze off after a while. My bed wasn't even the comfortable.
*****

"Scarlett?" I stretch and move over.

"Scarlett?" I hear footsteps walk towards my bed. A hand placed on my side followed by a slump in the bed.

"What?" I ask still parshly asleep.

"Why didn't you buy any shoes?"

"To much..." I grown.

"Well you not wearing your basketball sneakers..."

"I am, and Allison, before we get in a fight. You can't tell me what to do..."

"Do you know it's a mask ball?"

"Yes Allison..."

Allison is my step mum. My mom died having me. I've always reminded her that to.

Allison got up and left the room.

I got up off my bed and walked into my wardrob. I pulled out a worn out cardborad box, I always kept my moms stuff in there. Like her prom dress, I mean I would wear it, but it's not my type and it's a really old style dress...

Instead I am going to wear her mask. She to attened the mask ball, thrown by Prince Victors father, King Jerimiah.

The mask is a black, it was made with linin and plastic, also the edge of the mask was gold. It started at your fourhead and cut to the end of your nose.

I get get up holding the mask.

I walk to my mirror I set the mask against my face and looked through my mirror.
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It's Friday. They canceled school because they knew most of the girls would skip and get ready for the ball.

I sat down and ate my breakfast.

Today is the day of the ball... Hopefully the last and only day I look fake.

Once I finished eating I brushed my teeth my hair and scurried up the stairs.

The Prince knew that school was canceled so he moved the time up more.

6:15 to 12....

I shimmy into the black dress. It was stick thin than went out like a cupcake at my hips. It hit the floor and had a billion layers to in. I put the black spagettii straps on.

Allison curled my hair and put it in something jurastic... I didn't like it.

As soon as I get away from Allison I'm taking it out. I put my basketball shoes on, like anybody is going to notice? I put my lengthy long earrings in that had Dimonds all through them, and walk out the door.

By the time I walked out the door mask, dress, shoes and all it was 5:30, I walked to the palace...

And must I say holy crap to the line! I'd be suprised if I even got in before 12 o'clock....

I waited for about a two- three hours than I quickly got in.

I run to the bathroom and brush my hair out with a brush that was left on the sink.

My hair was now wavey, I take my mask off and wash the makeup off my face other than the red lipstick, it looked good with the mask and dress..

I walk out and into the ball room.

The ballroom was fantastic!

It had a orange, yellow and red marble floor and a huge chandelier on the ceiling. People crowded the floor mingling and dancing. Men were on the floor dancing with random women.

I walk down the stairs and hand the squiar my name.

"Madame Scarlett Holland age 17" he declares.

I bow and walk down the stairs stunned by the senery.

I walk onto the floor, "I love your dress!" a women walks up to me. She was probably 4 years older than me...

"Thank you..."

"May the best girl win his heart!" she snears while smiling and gracefully walks away.

I stand for a moment... Ok than?

"May I have this dance?" a man bows to me.

He wore a black suit and a black and white mask.

I bow back, in my kindest voice I say "of course."

The screatchy music I hate played and we danced across the ball room. He glided across the floor as if we were wearing skates and we were on ice.

"May I ask your name?" he asks.

"My name is Scarlett Holland."

The music ends and we back away from eachother and bow.

We go our sepret ways.

"May I have this dance?" I turn around to the voice.

I bow.

Damn....
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Who asked her to dance?

Liking the book?

I am XD

-NC