Tales From My LA Lessons

Secret {Part 1}

Dedicated to @CherSaidel13 for HER LUFF <3 (love) 

A/N: Herro buritos! So, my LA teacher made us write a story based on the prompt "Secret". We were supposed to only take 1 hour to complete it, but oh well. Yes, I realised that it is kind of mashing up Frozen, Rapunzel, The Little Mermaid, Snow White, Harry Potter... But if you put them all together it is kind of original... Right? Anyways, we did peer editting during the LA lessons and my friend said, "I DON'T WANT TO ANALYSE IT IT BREAKS THE FEELS" and yeah I kind of agree, so I helped her answer the questions. E.g. Did the writer use interesting dialogue? What was the conflict of the story? Stuff like that. It was kind of like re-evaluation for me because I was the one who wrote it and stuff. Anyway, here is part one of the story! Blueberries and biscuits from the table! 

P.S. I may or may not have a cliffhanger. }:) 

She walked down the stoned steps carefully, trying not to trip or make a sound. The granite walls had long been overgrown with moss, and had little leaks in them, like the pores in her bread. She ducked, avoiding the low ceiling and sidestepped to avoid water dripping from the ceiling. The castle had been around for, how long was it again? She couldn’t remember, except that it had been around ever since she had been born. She never even got to meet her parents, not knowing who fathered her, but being brought up by castle maids that took care of her. The only constant in her life was probably Maria, the elderly maid that made her meals for her and taught her to spell. She was pretty sure that she wasn’t supposed to know how to spell- Not in front of him, that is. She never knew his name, only that she should refer to him as “sir” and treat him with respect- Or face punishment. She didn’t know what the punishment was, but it was rumoured that it was quite bad, for instance throwing the offender into the dungeon. She snorted and continued walking. Dungeon? She was in the dungeon, and there wasn’t a soul to be seen. Then again, there practically weren’t any other souls to be seen on the island other than the castle maids and butlers. She had peered out, from her bedroom window more than once; to try and spot any other sign of land- anything other than sea- but there was always nought. No ships, no other islands, no dolphins. The sea was always calm; it almost seemed cold, like it was purposely tuning out all other signs of life just to see her frustration. The castle gates were locked- She wasn’t allowed to go out, and neither was she able to. The metal rusty spikes reached up to heights so tall it seemed to never end, and she knew she would never have the stamina to climb all the way up. Why she was locked in the castle she didn’t know though. She stopped in her tracks, realisation hitting her like a twenty-pound sledge-hammer. I need answers. She thought. I can’t live like this anymore.