"He will come. Some day my prince charming will come." muttered 8 year old me into the silent night. I looked out of my window, at the stars twinkling above my outstretched arms. A star shot across the sky, my stumpy feet ran out onto the porch to watch its progression across the dark sky. My eyes shone with awe. That's when I remembered you're supposed to wish when you saw a shooting star. Closing my eyes tight shut I wispered my wish over and over again. When I opened them the star was gone.
YOU ARE READING
Beauty
RomancePrincess Cellia of Athanasia has never seen her people or outside her room, as far as her parents know. She escapes out into the streets every week to hang out with her friends, but, all she tells them are lies, the only real thing they know about h...
