Love From The Past

Chapter 3

 I’m so happy that some people are actually reading this! Please let me know if you like it so I can continue to write. I love writing and I get so happy when I see people reading and stuff. I’d love it if you commented :D oh, and here is a Picture of Talia xoxo

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I saw the closet on the other side of the room. I bit my lip. I slowly walked the room, as I was looking in it. There were five bunk beds, if I counted right. I was walking on my fingertips until I reached the closet. I smiled and opened the doors. Nice! There were some clothes. I picked a dress and the white flats. Just as I closed the door and turned around, I had a heart attack.

“ Hi.”

I took a deep breath and swallowed.

“ Hi?”

A girl was standing there. She had blonde hair and big brown eyes.

“ Who are you?” she smiled.

“ Umm…”

“ I know you’re not a maid, you don’t need to lie to me.”

I smiled nervously. I didn’t know what to do. Could I tell the truth?

“ I… umm, I am looking for sombody.”

“ Who?”

“ I don’t know.”

She lifted her eyebrow. “ The queen?”

“ No, no, I am looking for a maid. They’re a… a relative of mine.”

“ Ok, well I could help you. My name is Talia.”

“ Hi, Talia, I’m Riley. And, excuse me but, aren’t you a  bit young to be a maid?”

“ Well, my family was a bit poor, and the princess saw me collecting apples, well, stealing… and she offered me to work in the castle.”

“ Oh, okay. And is the princess’s name Isabella?”

“ Yeah? Why?”

“ Nothing.”

“ Okay, well, if you are going to be a maid…”

And she told me all about it, though I missed half of it because I was looking around nervously.

“ Why are you helping me?”

“ I don’t know, I guess I like helping people.”

“ You know this is illegal, right?”

“ Yeah, I do.”

I smiled pathetically. She was cute and it was nice for her to help me.

“ So, Talia, is there more to your story?”

“ Not really, except, we are really good friends now.”

Everything suddenly stopped. ‘We are really good friends now.’ I remembered what my mom said.

“ Do you have a merry-go-round?”

She looked at me like I was crazy or something. “ No, I certainly don’t, my parents can’t even afford one. Why?”

I sighed. Of course it wouldn’t have been that easy.

“ Sorry, I am, I… like merry-go rounds, that’s all.”

“ That’s weird.”

“ Right?”

I was happy after not being caught. I knew I couldn’t change the past. I couldn’t just tell her the truth.