Ilene's POV
At the end of the school day I walk over to the curb. As soon as I get there ms. Lene comes up to me.
"Hey ily! Can I walk home with you?" Ms. Lene said.
"Sure!" I said with a smile. It sounded awesome to have someone walk home with me though it would mean that ms. Lene would know that I was the princess because she would see the castle. But ms. Lene is a teacher so it's fine.
We walk to the castle chatting about math. I stop at the castle gates. Ms. Lene looks at me. "Why are you stopped?" She asked.
"Because this is where I live," I said. "I'm the princess of Ireland," I said shyly.
"Wow," ms. Lene said. "I suppose I shouldn't come any further."
"No, it's fine," I said. There were guards at the gates and they let us through. In the courtyard I pick a few flowers. "Mini bouquet!" I cheered handing the flowers to ms. Lene. Ms. Lene smells them in a dramatic way.
"Ah! Just delightful!" She said. Ms. Lene and I giggle. I love ms. Lene. I'm having so much fun. I run into ms. Lene wrapping her in a humongous hug. She wraps her arms around me.
"Bye, ily," ms. Lene said.
"Call me by my real name which is Ilene," I said.
"Ok, Ilene," ms. Lene said. "And call me by my first name which is Claire," ms. Lene said.
Claire leaves and I go to the castle doors and open them up. Then o step in and walk to dad's office hoping to be able to say alone even though I try everyday and mr. Cals and other people always talking to dad always send me away.
At the front door of the office I see mr. Cals talking to dad. I open the glass door a sliver and say,"may I please have a few seconds with my father?" I asked politely.
"You father is busy," mr. Cals said.
"Mr. Cals please," dad sighed.
"Darroch! You have important duty!" Mr. Cals snapped. My eyes fill with tears. I slam the door and ran away to the common room. I sat in the middle of the room and pulled my legs to my chest and buried my face in my arms. Today I was even more upset about not being able to have a little time with my dad because today was my 15th birthday. I really wanted to be with my dad on my birthday.
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Lonely
Ficção Adolescente15 year old Ilene is the daughter of the king of Ireland, Darroch. She has a humongous room all to herself, a king sized bed all to herself, and the newest technology. But there's something she would trade all that to spend time with her dad, Darroc...