As the hot months turned colder, backpacks were packed and school busses were loaded. The school year had begun and the King was prepared. Expect, the king had given up her pride. She stepped down. Being king wasn't exactly the greatest in this grade. She disappeared faintly but regained her spirit.
It hurt her seeing life go on without her friend. It hurt being tired all the time. It hurt being a minuscule plankton in a ocean full of killer whales. It hurt seeing him again. She missed him, and she confessed. It hurt her pride. She got shot down, but only with a rubber band.
And little by little, that wound has over-healed. She still really feels something for him. But no. Never again. Many people liked the king. One even asked her on a date. Her answer (it will be a no) is yet to be said. But, did the king like herself?
The answer was no, kinda, not really, sometimes.
She was mean, yet she could be so quiet. She was loud, but she was outgoing. She was strong, but she is so fragile. She seemed pretty to others. She didn't feel pretty. She felt tired and always hungry.
Maybe if you'd stop eating you wouldn't weigh so much.
She got that a lot.
From herself.
She had so many friends. Too many to count. But did that mean anything? No. Her new friends had old friends. She didn't mean much to them. One of her old friends was practically trying to steal her new friends.
Ouch.
The king was alone without her best friend. She wouldn't see her for a very, very long time. It was sad. She had dreams about her. She had dreams about her young love. She had dreams about the girl who was too young to leave her.
She just wanted to feel balanced. To feel sure. To feel okay. And she would, but not as king. She might not even as a prince. She would sure try, however.
And with that, I remove my crown.
