Midnai Black

Zoey Thompson

Zoey Thompson, a princess. The most beautiful of them all, one thing though. She wasn't this girly little princess. She was a tough rock. No wait, not rock, she was as hard as platinum. Nothing shook her. That broken nail she has, didn't even get an 'Oh!' She was a tough goth, nothing broke her down. Well... Except her mom. Zoey hated her mom. She was an evil tyrant... And by evil, she was a girly girl, trying to get Zoey to put on mascara. Trying to get her ready for a royal wedding. Trying to get her to say yes to wearing her mom's wedding dress, but she had already chosen her's. It was a black dress, with a ribbon tied in the middle. The bottom of the dress, had rips, making it look sharp. Her crown, she also did some 'editing' on. She put a fake spider on the top, and string going down and around it to make it look like a web. The 'web' went down, to the front of her face, making it impossible to see her face. That was what her future husband, would have to lift up to see her face. She loved her dress, and couldn't wait to wear it to her marriage. She just needed her husband in black. She needed her husband to be just as dark and mysterious as she was. 

"Dinnerrrr!" Her mother sang out. Zoey stalked down to the dining table, and sat down... Making sure to be farthest away from her mother. "So. I met this cute, boyish, prince the other morning, he said he'd like to meet you, and is coming over for dinner tomarrow!" She started fan girling over it. "WHAT!?" Zoey screamed over her happy cries. "Is he at least goth?!" She asked in hope. "No no no! We don't want to have a gothic queen and king, now do we?!" "Kinda!" Zoey said. "Well we're having dinner tomarrow and you have to be nice!" Zoey was outraged. "YOU CAN'T TELL ME TO FUCKING DO ANYTHING!" Zoey stomped out of the room. 

'How could she do this' She thought to herself. 'How could she set me up with... A good boy!' She thought the words, as if they were going to poison her brain. 'I know! I'll sneak out tonight, and run away! Then I'll be on my own, and will be able to meet a goth boy.' It sounded perfect in her head. She took out her purse, and started shoving things she'd need on this trip. After, she eased herself out the window, onto the rocky ground, and was glad her room was on the bottom of the castle. She walked over to the stables, and grabbed her favorite horse, Stervain. She saddled up, and buckled down the cobblestone streets.