When I got home that day, I was late. So I had to rush to get ready for volleyball. My mind wouldn't stop thinking of how I felt everything he was feeling. It was so STUPID! I still hate him and all... and how he only sees a girl for her looks, but I really don't know how I did the feely thing.
Yes.
I am use to reading minds and all, because that happens all the time... But feeling what I did, that never happened before. It felt like I was him. In his position. How was this possible??
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I got to volleyball late that day. It wasn't that late... It was just 10 minutes. I got 5 laps around the gym for that. Every girl in that gym was giddy. This was because the prince came to watch. Why on earth would he come HERE??
When I finally finished my 5 laps I went to go get water. I was so out of breath. I acted like Malcolm wasn't even there half the time! After the whole scenario from earlier, I felt awkward. Of course I looked over there every once in a while, because... COME ON!!!! Who wouldn't look over at a prince if they were standing there just watching you play volleyball. Sometimes I Caught his eyes on me, but broke our stare almost immediately. He was probably only looking at me because of earlier. I asked my friend, Taylor, what he was doing here. She told me that he was interested in the sport and wanted to come watch the practice for a day.
I thought to myself as we slowly moved through the hitting line. "Did anyone know about my incident, about running into the prince and then running away?" There's no way anyone could have known. It's not like he made an announcement about it. I'm just probably the weird girl who ran from the prince of Kennedy State. I also hated that every time I looked at him I thought about the bowl. I hate the bowl.
You know how they say something always good comes out of something bad?? Well the good part about the bowl is that they give your family one million dollars if you get picked. But... Like I said the bad part is, I have to leave my family for who knows how long!
The three hour volleyball practice flew by quickly. I was home before you knew it. I was so exhausted I decided to go straight to bed.
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The next day, I woke up on my neighbors lawn. At first I had no idea where I was. I thought I was still in my dream. But not soon after I realized it was all real. It was the same dream as always. I was running from the gun that had shot me. Apparently I ran to my neighbors house and got shot there. As usual I woke up before I died. I walked straight to my house before anyone had seen me. My legs aches from practice yesterday. When I reached my house, I couldn't help but think... how the heck did I sleep walk all the way from my room to the neighbors lawn, unlock the doors and set off the alarm without getting caught?? Every day I have this dream and each day its getting weirder. I don't know what I'm going to do if it gets any worse.
Today everyone in the state is required to watch the news channel to see the 10 girls who get a chance to be the next queen. That... I'm not happy about! I still can't believe they are still doing this! By the way... why do I have to put my name in anyways?? It makes no sense. Wouldn't he want someone that doesn't want to be the future queen or his wife to not put her name in the bowl? That way, the prince has a better chance of finding his true love.
That day, I cooked eggs and bacon for my family since I was the first one up because of my whole sleep walking thing. They all thanked me and enjoyed it. It felt good to do something nice for them. My mom and dad are getting there hopes up about the bowl. I don't know what for. I told my mom more than once that I don't want to enter the stupid thing. My brother, Jaycob, agrees with me, he thinks its stupid, but my sister, Clayre, on the other hand, she loves the idea. She worships the prince. She even says she wishes she could be six years older so she could enter. Like... REALLY?? how could you wish for such a thing? she should want to stay 12. I loved that age. She should want to stay this age for as long as possible. I wonder what my other sibling would have said about this. I actually even wondered what she looked like most of the time. I never got to meet her or even see her, for that matter. Here in Kennedy... they only let you have a max of three children. They make this law because they don't want the state to get overly populated. I read in my history book before, "that the monarchy, even had to execute people so everyone would have a comfortable life style."
I'M JUST SAYING... KILLING IS NOT THE ANSWER!!!!!!!!!! EVER!!!!!
Sooo.... like I was saying, they had to kill my baby sister even before my mom ever got to meet her. It was very sad at the time. Mainly we just don't talk about her much these days.
