I had been living in a cell for the past FOREVER. My name is Moctezuma ll. I am very depressed and want to go back to my people in Aztec society. I need to rule them. Otherwise they will die and our whole civilization will fall.
I am counting on them to rescue me.
These Spaniards are mean! L They hurt my feelings and my dignity... and my skin. They keep torturing me and they laugh! I am very sad! They also bleached... ALL over. I am very embarrassed and white.
I need to leave here... NOWWWWW. I cannot live here! *starting to rage*
Grr! I need to be freed! *kicks wall* *breaks foot*
YOW!
That hurt like a son of a llama.
*Ding dong* I turn my head to look at the door. Since when do we have bells in the whatever this is century? I am very ticked off but I will hold my cool.
"Delivery for Moctezuma ll. I want to give you a nice white bath." A young man with a beard and stick like legs and arms strolls in. He is obviously lower class than I am, but I doubt he is that low, so why is he so thin?
He comes in carrying bleach and as I cower in the corner he pulls me to him using my and then sticks them in the bleach. I yowl.
YOW!
"They aren't even that big, so stop complaining!" He yells as I pull and thrash. I am a king for gods sake! Why am I behaving like this?
In a sudden burst of energy I knee him in his boys and run out shouting over my shoulder.
"Now who is complaining!?" Hehehehehehhe! >:)
I am FREEEE...
BANG!
I run straight into Cortés. Shit.
A/N:
This is fiction and does not reflect real Aztec life. I conjured this up in the last five minutes of my science class (Don't ask why I was writing a history story in science).
It is supposed to be terribly written so please don't hate on that. :)
Hope I made you smile somewhere. Funnier if you know that Cortes really did hold Moctezuma ll in 'prison'.
Thanks for reading!!
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