Christopher Barker
"Aw, cheer up. It's not like you can't visit his grave." Danny might've been right but that wasn't the point.
I've been beatin' myself up for the past month about daddy and when we finally have enough money for the funeral, I'm banned?
"Luke waited till the last minute to tell me. He's such a dick." I grumbled.
"Here. You clearly need this more than I do." I looked at the bottle of alcohol. God, it was so temptin'. I could drink that whole bottle and forget about this whole shitty day; only for a couple hours, but it was better than nothin'.
However, I was hesitant. I couldn't disappoint mama anymore than I have.
Just then I saw a figure in the corner of my eye. I couldn't really see what it was but I could tell it wasn't no animal. The animals didn't like the fire and we were currently at a campfire with some people I knew and some I didn't.
"Where ya goin?" Daniel slurred. I didn't bother answerin' him. He was drunk off his ass. It's not like he would understand or remember what I sayin' anyway.
I thought I had lost the unidentified figure until I walked a little ways into the woods. It was a girl, at least I think it was.
"Why are you following me?" The person whipped around with a small grin.
Yup. Definitely a girl, a beautiful girl at that.
"I-uh. I don't know. I guess I-I was curious." I know I don't have the best grammar, but I do know how to form sentences, I was just amazed by her beauty. She definitely wasn't from around here. She had long brunette hair that cascaded down her back, past her bust, and stoppin' at her waist.
"Well, now that you've made your discovery, you can be on your way." She was still lookin' at me with a small grin so I thought she was bein' playful.
"Be on my way? Who do you thank you are, the queen?" See, Berryville was owned by a rich couple named the Berryingtons. Believe it or not, but the king's great great great, great grandfather founded strawberries; hence the name. Personally, I don't like the guy. Total ass. He has this town separated by rich and poor which I think is completely fucked up.
"Not yet, but I am a princess, Isabella Berryington. How do you do?" The girl about my age greeted with a small smile.
Shit.
I quickly bowed down in fright. Isabella seemed like an ok person but she was still a princess. She could have me hanged for the way I talked her just now.
"How dare you talk to a Berryinton like that!" Isabella roared.
"I apologize miss." I pleaded with my head still down. I thought Isabella had left until I heard her gigglin'.
I stood up, eyebrows furrowed. "You think this funny don't you?"
"Yes, actually I do." Isabella smiled showin' her full teeth.
Wow, she really was beautiful. I could already feel myself being less agitated with her.
"What you doin' on this side of town anyway?" I asked curiously but more because I just wanted to keep talkin' to her.
"Well, if you must know, there's nothing but buildings over there. Not much scenery, really. The land is so beautiful over here, even if there isn't much over here." Everythin' about her was so elegant, to the way she talked to way she carried herself. I couldn't believe I didn't recognize she was a royal, no the royal.
"You came over here alone? Are you crazy?" I was stunned. Berryville wasn't that dangerous of a place but at the same time it was.
"Noooo, are you?" She joked.
I shook my head smilin'. "It might be beautiful over here but it's also dangerous. You shouldn't come over here alone."
"You sound like my father." She means King Berryington, I still couldn't get over that I was talkin' to a royal let alone King Berryington's daughter. Alexandria wasn't gonna believe this. "I take it you don't like him."
"Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts.
"You made a face when I mentioned my father, Mr... What did you say your name was again?" Isabella trailed off.
"Christopher. Christopher Thornton." I extended my hand out.
