I sulked always from my mum. Stepmum. Why can't we just have a normal conversation? It's not like it'll kill her. Maybe it will. That explains her need to make everything about her.
If it weren't for her telling me off like that, I would've just left in peace and talked to my friends. But now I don't feel like it. I just feel like succumbing to the darkness of the forest. At least I have all of my presents, even if it's just cheap clothing.
I don't know, maybe I could dress as a commoner and escape into whatever is outside the castle. I don't want to die just yet, but I'd rather die in freedom than live in the arms of my stepmother.
Without taking a moment to decide, I dress myself in my new clothes and set off to see what's beyond the walls that restrict me from the freedom I deserve. Before I can leave, a guard stops me at the gate.
"What are you doing outside? You aren't allowed."
"Uh, the Queen said I could go outside for a day as a birthday treat."
He looks at me, unconvinced.
"I'm going to have to ask her if this is true."
I'm in trouble. What will she say about this? Obviously it's not true, but then I realise that there are now no guards. I run outside and into the forest, probably never to be seen again. Well, that was relatively easy. Now I just have to not get caught.
