❀ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ❀

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Dear Diary,
This has been the craziest week ever. I'm not even joking. But first I've got to start with the basics like everyone else.
My name is Ashley Miller my parents are.. well you'll meet them later. I'm only 15 but my life is complex? Well what else is there to know? Everyone in my school hates me, I'm the kid that doesn't have parents :). They left me in the woods at a young age so I hate them for that. Well used to hate, YOU'LL SEE! So I'm going to tell you the backstory of how my parents met. And that's a long time ago.

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Andria Grace was running from the guards of another castle before she saw sight of a wealthy carriage. She looked around noticing she was deep in the forest and thought she was safe, she look around but more closely and knew that the guards had gone. Andria was a 20 year old princess who abandoned her throne and ran, she had long brown her, just like me. She had amazing eyes which could be noticed by anyone who gazed at her. She pulled up her gown to make sure that no mud got on it but I guess it was too late for that. She ran as fast as she could pulling up her hood as she went. Carefully, she climbed halfway up a tree to get a good view of the carriage. Luckily a tree was in the middle of the road blocking the carriage causing whoever was inside to get out and investigate. Andria seized this chance to steal whatever riches this couple owned and run for it. She sprinted to the inside of the carriage and saw a spoiled brat sitting there distracted by complaining how long the ride was. She soon noticed the poorly dressed girl and shrieked. Andria dashed so the Prince couldn't find her but the Prince soon caught up to her tackling her to the ground. The man pulled down the girl's hood and was shocked to see a female face before him. Again, Andria took this chance to grab a rock and smash it against his face leaving a scar on his chin. The Prince got up hastily and watched as the woman ran away with riches the wealthy couple had. The only thing the poor girl could grab was a family heirloom, a ring, which had been owned by the Millers for decades. The Millers had been ruling their kingdom for almost 100 or so years and not really everybody loved them. The king was known to be greedy for power and the Prince was an over confident warrior. He engaged to a spoiled woman who's kind was joyful and kind. The Millers were basically corrupt.

Andria ran, stuffing the box that contained the ring into her dirty bag. In the distance, she saw a cabin cosily sat in the middle of the forest and smiled when saw smoke running from the chimney. This hut belonged to Mollie May and her grandmother who everyone called granny. Granny was like a mother to all adults and a grandmother to all the kids in the kingdom nearby. The two never wanted to live in the kingdom as it was "overrated" so they built their own house and have lived there for a good year. Andria knocked on the door and put on a warm smile, ready to greet whoever came to the door. Soon Granny came to the door and quickly forced Andria into a hug. Andria laughef and hugged her back noticing Mollie sitting on the red couch with a wool blanket wrapping her. Andria let go of the old woman and stepped inside sitting at the feet of her friend looking deep at her closed eyes.

"She's a sleep," Granny stated the obvious.

"I see."

"Tea?"

"No thank you."

"You just ran about a mile you need something to drink. Maybe water?"

"Water will be fine, thank you Granny."

Granny strolled into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. As Mollie's eyes flickered open, banging could be heard all around the house. Quickly, Mollie sat straight up and watched as Granny ushered Andria into a different room. The woman opened the door and was greet be knights dressed in black, they shoved her out of the way and searched the house. Mollie but her lip in fear but knew that her friend knew what she was doing, and it was true. The room Granny had ushered her into was the storage room where there's bits and bibs everywhere. The only thing useful at this moment in time was the trapdoor that led outside. Thinking quickly, she pulled it up and hopped inside and quietly shutting the lid as she went down. She climbed down the ladder and dashed down the narrow hallway which had an opening at the end which lead to a bridge. This bridge was known as 'The Snortus Bridge.'