Senior Year

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Senior year was EVENTFUL to say the least. I was passing all of my classes and frying my brain to the point of wanting to die. Stacked on that I had a job at the local flee market.

My mother decided to kick me out of the house when I reached 17. She wanted to erase all traced of my father. He left us alone almost immediately after I was born and she hated that I bare a resemblance to him. However I was struggling very bad financially. I didn't have anywhere to live for a bit and was sleeping on benches.

When I was sitting at the park, one of the kings knights rode past me. He took a photo of me and kept going on his way. I was very confused at that moment. I had people taking photos all the time, but not such a high class. It was almost flattering.

A few days after that incident I got another visit from the same Knight. He asked me to come with him to the kingdom.
"No time to explain, hop on" he said in a flat tone, so I did as he asked.

The ride back to the kingdom was quiet and peaceful. All I could hear were the clops of the horse's shoes, and the wind blowing. Despite how pleasant it was, I had a creeping feeling of dread. Did I do something wrong? Am I getting kicked out of the kingdom? is sleeping on those stupid benches illegal? Thoughts such as these swarmed my brain all the way to the castle.

When we got there, I was taken in to where the king was sitting. He took one glance at me and laughed.
"this one is funny looking!" he said, chuckling. That wasn't the first time I've received comments like that.
"would you like to be our royal jester?" he continued. I was so shocked I couldn't speak. I couldn't tell if this was a positive outcome or a negative one.
"I don't have any real talents though, aside from flute."
I replied. It was true. All I'm good for is studying and music and that isn't much help as a jester.

The king talked with the knight for a few minutes. I was sweating bullets. As anticipation crawled up my back the king opened his lips yet again.
"talent isn't necessary, I want to watch you play an instrument. You'll have a place to live in the kingdom. What do you think?" Hesitantly.... I agreed.

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