Queen of The Night

Queen of The Night

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I don't want to stay, I can't leave. I want to talk, no sounds must be made. I knew what was coming, nobody knew that I had a "gift" and that I knew exactly what was going to happen. Nobody knew that if I left now, the future as I know it would be changed forever. I heard footsteps coming from the right so I turned to the left and moved my curious brown curls from my face. Then I realized I was facing the enemy, the one I would have to... kill. (DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE) I can see she is embarrassed, I hope I don't embarrass her too much. Yes I do! She ruined everything I was going to be in charge, rule this Kingdom and every foul person in it. Then the next kingdom and the next. Then the next! Until the whole world fell before me, bending at my will. She doesn't know I know about her, what she did! I won't stand for it, this will have to end now.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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