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Luke:
I never liked being here. Being royalty. It made me feel spoiled rotten to the core. I never enjoyed getting what I wanted. For me, wanting was way better than getting, and I loved to work for what I wanted. But they would never let me work for anything.
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I was always a bit rebellious too, and music was my only true friend. I never had any real desire to attain such friends anyway. Sad indeed, but when I saw him walking down the side walk; his hair a color in which I had never seen on a person before, I desired him. I wanted to know him, though he was a peasant.
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He looked so elegant for his kind and I wanted him; though others would throw trash at his person in spite of his misfit looks and personality. I was royal and he was just a simple peasant boy but I swear he looked more kingly to me than any other royal in this world.
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"Luke Hemmings just what exactly are you doing?" Mother called to me. I immediately turned my music down and stood up at the edge of my bed as she walked through the door.
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"Sorry mother," I said giving her every ounce of respect I had been raised with.
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"I was listening just listening to music." I said admittedly because I was supposed to be studying.
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"Have you gotten any of your work finish my dear?" She asked even though she always new the answer.
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"I just have so much trouble with it and it's boring." I said looking down at my feet.
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"Oh honey, I know you're smart, you know you're smart. You used to love studying, what ever happened?" She asked sitting me down onto the edge of my bed as she put her arm around me.
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"I've just been a little distracted. I see people walking along side to school with their friends. I want that. I ache for it." I said plopping onto my back.
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"Honey you know we're different. People look at us differently than others." She said rubbing my stomach.
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Mother always put things in a way that made our family seem almost normal.
People did view us differently, but not the same kind of different people saw that misfit Peasant boy- that gorgeous peasant boy.
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No, they saw us at royalty.
They look to us in respect, or out of pure hatred and jealousy. If we ever tried to interact with them, which believe me we have, they would treat us as if we didn't belong. Royals are not allowed to interact with peasants it is only vise versa.
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"Yes mum but I just wish I could have a friend that wasn't spoiled rotten, or so rich that they've no desire for the same things as I. I truly feel normal at heart, as in if I were placed disguised as a peasant boy in school, I could fit in." I said hoping that mum would catch the hint.
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"Honey, If I could do that for you I would-" she said looking down at her hands as I cut her off.
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"You're the one who told me anything is possible. Plus this is what I want mum." As soon as I said that I felt myself rot within a little more.
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"Well if it's what you want sweety," mother said. I hated getting what I wanted on demand. It made me feel like I was taking advantage of my parents.
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This is what I meant when I said royalty made me feel spoil rotten. Now mum is going to do what ever it takes, spend as much as she can to turn all of what she worked on to protect me, into a peasant boy and send me off into the world.
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But of course I was ever so grateful.
"Oh thank you mum I love you!" I said springing up out of bed and giving her the biggest hug I could manage.
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"Okay by next Monday, you are expected to be a completely different person in public school right down the road. No more of the royal treatment, and it's important that you speak improper dear." Mum said before closing my bed room door.
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Finally I can be myself.
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A/n reading back on this chapter kind of makes me wanna cry but I kind of like it. The story does get better and dramatic and cute and muke af I promise! <3 ~ Camie

New stories:
•The Deceivers (au, incomplete)
•Like Us (completed)