Fae Dick thought when the Selection of Prince Asher was announced that she should enter. She knew her family wouldn't be too thrilled at the prospect, but Fae was always known to do things spontaneously, and she was looking to get more out of her an...
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September 9th
7:45 a.m.
I take a large gulp from my water bottle. Most of it drips down my face but I let it fall. My chest is moving rapidly up and down, up and down, as I try to catch my breath.
My entire morning had been me waking up at the crack of dawn and coming down to the gym. I tried a few of the other pieces of equipment, but I didn't know them as much as I did the punching bag. The bag felt familiar, and it's something I'm good at, and truth be told, it helps me feel more like myself.
