Thanks for your comments xD sorry I couldn't get on til now but yeah I have work...and last night I tried to just write fast but drama kept me from writing....
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Chapter 2
The girls have been so nice to me, it's almost shocking. But I know that once the boat stops we'll be fighting to get closer to the prince. As I came my way to the girls rooms I heard loud screaming. "What the?" I whispered. I ran as fast as I could to the noise to find two of the girls fighting. A blond and a chick with short black hair. The blond pulled on the short haired girls hair, she screamed loudly and punched her in her left breast. I watch happily. It's been so boring on here and I'm happy to see a little fighting. The lady that takes care of us pushed some girls out of the way, trying to break up the small fight. I leaned on the wall crossing my arms over my chest.
"How dare you two fight on this ship!?!" she spoke with disgust and anger in her voice. Three men with guns came soon after and pulled the two girls away, the blonde had to be held back by two men. Man, shes a good fighter I thought. The girls broke free then jumped at each other, this made me giggle but no one heard. The lady nodded at the three men, which made them pull out there guns. During all this the other girls were giggling and whispering to each other. I am be the youngest on this boat but that doesn't mean that I am stupid. Those two were must likely fighting about whose better looking or something that stupid.
I act better then them, I don't go going over stupid stuff. They know if they fight they get thrown off the boat and die. I shook my head in shame for them. I remember how a few years ago I'd do anything to be as pretty as them or to even have the things they do. We all come from crappy past lives and got thrown on here to be sent to some spoiled brat. Why would they think we'd all get along? I've given the lady who helps us out a little nickname. I call her big boobs because well her boobs are big so why not? And plus she won't give us her name. I've made some friends here, I guess. The blond who just fought and won was Akemi shes kind of like a friend to me. Don't worry I don't trust her at all because in the end only the best girls will least. That's just how the world works and yes I am upset that she will be thrown off the boat but oh well, right? I loved the meaning her her name, it means "bright beauty," pretty right?
All the girls pushed each other out of the way so they'd get a good spot to stand and watch my friend and another get thrown off. Me being the youngest I was pushed out the way easily. I sighed and walked after them. They act like they've never seen two girls in trouble before. As always I stood in the back, out of every ones way and watched it all. "Let this be a lesson to you girls, no fighting allowed!" big boobs spoke. I bit my lip. Damn as much as I'd love to let them die, I can't! Akemi has helped me so much and was my first friend. But what could I do? I'm just a slave girl. The two girls were pushed a little off, I rolled my eyes. I know I'll kill myself later for this I thought but my legs still moved, almost by them selves up to big boobs. I bowed at her and spoke, "Miss I know this goes against the rules but we are low on girls. They king would be very upset if he found out that almost all the girls were killed off. Maybe you should....let them go?" I begged looking down at the floor. I heard her sigh then paused. "Fine you girls were saved, this time. If I were you I'd be thinking your friend there. But don't think that that means you all can break this rule as well" I looked up to see her walking away. The girls groaned but soon after they followed her to our rooms.
Akemi ran my way, pulling me into a hug. "I can't believe you did that!" she said, almost sounding shocked. "Well you are my friend and I'd do that again any day!" I faked a smile. Soon all the girls will slowly start to trust me. After that little drama we left for the kitchen so we could talk about why she was fighting. "So you want to tell me what that was all about?" I asked sitting down on the small white chair. She sighed but answered. "It's just this boat I guess, everyone here is just for the money but not me!" She sipped her tea. The kitchen was a small little box, yes but it left comfy. Better then my old room anyways, right?
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