Your POV
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. I sat up and stretched. Today, I thought to myself, is the day I leave the palace! How invigorating! I stood up and walked to my armoire. "What to wear today?" I muttered to myself, swinging the oak doors to my hand made armoire open. I paced back and forth in front of it. "Something sexy, yet appropriate. Also something that says 'danger' but also hints 'I'm a sweetheart'. Hmmm. Also, the OPPOSITE of 'new girl' fashion. But it has to be cool, suttle. But also something that shows who I am; sweet, dangerous, a fighter and NOT afraid." I heard a knock on the door and walked over to open it, revealing my mother. "Good morning sweetie," she said, walking into my room. "Morning Mama. What do YOU think I should wear?" I asked. I repeated my action from before by pacing back and forth in front of my armoire. "Something sexy, yet appropriate. Also something that says 'danger' but also hints 'I'm a sweetheart'. Hmmm. Also, the OPPOSITE of 'new girl' fashion. But it has to be cool, suttle. But also something that shows who I am; sweet, dangerous, a fighter and NOT afraid." My mother laughed and walked over. She smirked and pulled out the perfect outfit. I squealed and thanked her. Even if she was supposed to be a strict queen, she was usually sweet. And an awesome mom to me and my older brother, Willian. I slipped into the outfit mom picked out for me: a fishnet shirt with a black bando bra underneath, a black leather skirt with metal zippers decorating it, a red hoodie and black leather boots. I went to my vanity and sat down. I decided not to put on lipstick because it did practically nothing because my lips were naturally red. I put on black mascara and clear cherry lip gloss. I left my hair down and curler the ends. I decided my hair needed a bit of a change so I put red (if your hair is red then say blue) streaks in my hair. I walked downstairs clutching my suitcase. I sighed and hugged my mom and dad. "Bye mama, bye daddy. I'll miss you two so much!" I said. "We'll visit soon, my darling," my mom said. "Be safe, Princess," my father said, holding back tears. I waved and walked out the palace gates. I walked to the back limo and got in the back. We drove to the famous DWMA. The driver dropped me off at the foot of the stairs and I thanked him. I looked at the stairs and sweat dropped. This will be my end! I thought, taking my first step. Tell my wolfs that I love them. And that William still can't touch my chocolate! I took the first step. Well, if the stairs don't get me, the heat definitely will. Its boiling! I took the second step and sighed. I grabbed my magical poctet knife that had any tool imaginable and a magical storage compartment that stored them in a magical place. It also did much more. I pressed the button on the front and the screen popped up; it was like a phone, but more magical. I pressed the storage button and an image of my bookbag popped up. I swiped the screen and it showed my cowboy boots. I swiped the screen a few more times until it showed my black and dark purple notebook. I grabbed it and pulled it out. I swiped again and grabbed my purple ink pen. I put the knife away on my belt and opened my book. I had an idea for a story that could help pass the time while I climb the stairs. I flipped to an empty page and began writing while walking.
The story of a true love that never was by Y/n Moon
-10th GRADE-
I stared at her as she skillfully answered the teacher's question. Everyone stared and marveled at her, too. She's beautiful, smart, gentle, kind - everything a guy would be asking for. Everything about her seems too unreal. But there she is -real and true.
