"No, no it's not here!" I can't believe I lost my mother's dress. I always put it back when I'm done with it. I've searched every spot. No this is not good enough, I've got to think where I put it last time I wore it... Last week!That's when I wore it last I was dancing around when I heard my step-mother come up the stairs, I quickly hid it somewhere and put on my maid dress, if she were to find that dress she'd throw it away because anything that reminds her of my parents she gets rid of.
I never really get to go anywhere to wear it, I just put it on sometimes for fun and dance around. But now I actually have been invited somewhere and it's not just a normal invite it's the Prince's ball he's throwing to find a bride."Now," I said to myself pointing to the floor."I was standing here when I threw my dress, where would I of hid it then?"
I scanned all the spots around me that could hide the dress. I looked across the walls when I remembered there's a loose board and I stuffed it there. I quickly pulled the board off and saw my pink dress fall out. " Finally!"
I got out of my dirty brown dress and wiggled into the pink one. I put my hair up into a simple bun and dashed down stairs to meet up with the others. Right now I don't care if they see me in this dress I'm proud to finally be wearing it on such a lovely occasion.
There's a strange feeling in my stomach, it's probably just nervous so I started softly singing a song my mother use to sing for me.
"Chin up little girl, it a whole new dayy. Chin up little girl, it's time to playy.
So step out your door it's time to explore! There's a world outside for you my dear. Now don't hold back, there's nothing to fear.
Chin up little girl, it's a whole new dayy. Chin up little girl, it's time to playy."The more I got down the stairs the more whispered it became. I completely stopped then I hit the bottom step.
"I-I'm ready to go to the ball."
"What did you say?!" I could basically see the venom drip from the words that echoed through the air as my step-mother gave a icy stare. (A/N lol did not mean to make that rhythm)
"I'm ready to go to the ball."
"In those RAGS, I don't think so. Imagine the Prince's reaction when he sees us walk in with a girl in rags stumbling behind us!"
"But it's NOT a rag! This was my mother's dress, that she wore on her wedding day."
"Well the woman had very poor taste."
The two twins came up to me with their high pitched, irritating voices and their over done dresses with shocking fand and hair to match.
"Besides you can't wear it because of this rip!"
"Yea and this one!"
They both reached for my sleeves and tore strands off leaving them dangling, they kept going on different parts of my dress.
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Maze Runner imagines and preferences
FanfictionOk so the title is pretty explanatory, it just going to be filled with (you have to think of rainbows and sparkles while reading the next bit) Imagination and Fangirling! I'll try my hardest to make these not to cheesy, but hey, the classic's are pr...