Waiting For The Perfect Moment

Waiting For You

Hope you like this story! Please no hate! Status: Draft: Uncompleted

(I don't like very long chapters, so most of my chapters are very short >.<)

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Chapter 1

The Prison

"Come on! Please listen to me! I have to get out of here... Please, I'll do ANYTHING! Anything you want, just let me...GO...!" I puffed out.

"Shut up! My boss's orders was to keep you in here! I can't let you out without his permission and I don't have it. Now be quiet before I bring him over here!" The guard sputtered out.

Tears ran down my cheek. "I'm...Princess Celeste, I'm the...Princess...you have to let me go...please. I can grant you anything you wish for...PLEASE just let me out."

"You can grant me anything? My wish is... For you to SHUT UP! I've had enough of this. I'm calling my boss." He clicked a blue button on is headphones and it started to buzz. "Hey boss... Yes, I have a report... Yes, it IS on Princess Celeste... She's doing fine... My problem is that she won't shut her mouth! I've had enough of this boss... Alright thank you." He clicked another button that was green and the call ended.

I heard quick footsteps coming towards the prison. I quickly lifted my head and saw a very skinny man with black hair approach. The word Goldern was plastered all over his name ID.

"Goldern!" I growled out. "So YOU were up to this?" I Said but he just ignored me and went on with his business.

"So your 'majesty'. What do you think of this...prison? Isn't it wonderful? Hmm... We could make reservations for you to stay FOREVER! If you wish, dear old Princess Celeste. But, sadly for you, you can't tell me what to do because you're in MY prison!" He stuck out his tongue like a 5 year old and laughed.

"Very funny boss. Now back to what you were here for, boss. This girl here, she won't quit yapping! Let me go, oh I miss my family, blah blah blah ALL day long! She's a 15 year old, no wonder she's such a BRAT!" Said the guard.

"Hey, did you just call me brat?!? 8 year olds are BRATS!" I screamed lied, but once again, he ignored me. I never liked people calling me names that I'm not. But I guess I could be a brat...maybe they'll get annoyed of me and want to kick me out...I don't even know why they want me.

"Is that so? I'm sorry Princess, but I won't be able to release you... Your parents think you're gone...FOREVER. They think you died, but they didn't know how or who did it. Well, I must say, I do come up with the best LIES! Anyway, There's nothing you can do. Your Prince Max can't do anything for you, he's off with his true love which means it isn't YOU. The next time I hear a report about you from my guards, then bad luck for you." He turned swiftly away and walked out of the prison, his shoes making clicking sounds every time he took a step.