Lucius p.o.v:
I hear squeals from my door as I look over, I don't see anyone so I close my eyes and lay back down as I hug the pillow in-front of me tightly not wanting to wake up. A few minutes later my mother shakes me awake and I look up at her. "Lucius, sora needs to go back to the castle soon." She says in a sweet quiet tone 'what's that got to do with me?' I was about to get up, then I noticed the warm pillow i was hugging wasn't a pillow but instead it was Sora sleeping in MY bed I was about to freak out but then I remembered what happened last night.Last night:
I sit on the bed and open the book that I had grabbed it was a children's book, it wouldn't hurt to teach him how to read would it? "This is a" i show Sora the letter and sound it out do he knows what it is, he stares at it intently. Very intently. I sigh soon realizing he won't be able to understand. I fall back on my bed and look over to sora "do what you want, I'm just going.... to... sleep." My voice trails off as I fall deeper into sleep.
Back to the present:
I facepalm. I told him to do what he wants... how "responsible" of me. I didn't think he'd fall asleep on my bed! My mother starts to walk out of the room, but before she leaves "alright then I'll ask if sora could stay a while longer." Wait PLEASE your supposed to be the adult, HELP ME!!! I stare at sora and sigh, I start to shake him so he would wake up. After a few minutes he slowly starts to open his eyes, he stares up at me and smiles. "Dud mownin luci" he hugs my arm tighter as he attempts to fall back asleep. "Your mom said you need to leave for da castle." I notice my slur and blush making everyone peeking through the door squee, since when were they there? I look back to sora who was now sitting up, Progress. I stare at my arm that he's holding on to, and after a while he lets go. Finally freedom!!!! I hop out of bed and walk over to my closet, one of the people come from behind the door "please, let me help you." I look at her and smile " I can do it myself." She blushes but persists "it's my job to help." I sigh and agree, it's mean to take someone's job away, so I guess I'll let her...
A few hours later:
NEVER. AGAIN. I stare lifelessly in the mirror, why do girls want to try on every single outfit before picking one? ONE!!! Granted I used to be a girl, but I was never really into fashion. I just threw on whatever I could find like sweatpants and a t shirt. I look up at the maid which I've come to know as Lyla, "are we done yet?" I asked tiered
"Yup!"
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New World, New Me.
Fantasía(I'm new to writing stories so please forgive me if its bad) Her family is Cruel and despises her so one day she was out and went into the street and collapsed on the rode BAM she was hit but the question is what is to come after this horrible life...