My name is Princess Roseanna Nicolliea Finkle and I would like to regale you with a story from my youth. As a girl I found myself rather average, though I did so enjoy painting. My hair was exquisite and was my most prominent feature. This is the story of my life as a young girl. I was like a flower to an evil woman who had used my hair to keep herself young. (The original flower was used to cure the Queen Victoria Roseanna Finkel who is my mom). I prefer to be called Rosie. I was the 2nd born into the family. I was born five years after my brother and I was two when Princess Isabella and Princess Elizabeth were born. The family was being rebelled against and the kingdom was destroyed.
Without realizing it the people got a new monarchy. The new King wanted power, but hypocritically denied the desire for power. When he treated the people poorly they wanted the old king back and they got the royal family back saying they had been led to believe that the old king made them poor. When it was actually the guard who thought he was better than everyone else who had made them poor.
(a/n: ok i hope i got ur attention i wrote this in 5th grade i am now in 9th almost 10th so i hope i have come far. if you want to give me feedback on anything of mine you read i would be happy to know what you thought and what tips and tricks for writing any of you have)
