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Lost Dreams
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I wrote this story in 2nd grade and now I updated it. WARNING: this is a very stereotypical love story. Enjoy!
Chapter #1: A month of dread, a life of rule
“Fleur get downstairs NOW!” My mom screamed. I quickly got tired of the way she screamed my name “FleUUR”but I mean it was for a reason; it got me out of bed. Today was a day I had been dreading for my entire life; the start of my coronation. I didn’t want to be Queen but it was inevitable that I had to because I was the only daughter they had. Today was the first day of my 31 day coronation which meant I had to “make a change” I had no clue on what to change to the elf kingdom. I mean, after all we were thriving without me so why was I needed? “FLEUUUUUR” I heard again. “I should go downstairs I don’t want to be late.” I mumbled but quickly regretted it as I did not want yo eat mint pancakes again. The rose that was in my hair then asked “Why don’t you plant me in the gardens of the castle?” DESC
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“ I could”
I whispered but I want to do something more original. My dad placed golden rose crown on my light green hair and said I was the best daughter he ever had. Wow. Real words of encouragement dad, I’m the only daughter and kid you ever had. Couldn’t have even gone to kid?! Pathetic.
“Do you want to fly to the castle gardens where you can have your first introduction to your changemaker project? Or would you prefer if we took a stroll there?” My mom asked. Even though she tried to remain calm I could sense the nerves through the household like lightning striking at each and every word said. I felt my heart thump in my chest as I opted for the fly version. I didn’t want people to see me as I knew at least 230 elves would be there and I suck at public speaking. I can think, but not speak.
“We are here!! Aren’t you exited ?!”
my mom said as we both landed holding hands. I didn’t answer as I was afraid to answer wrong.
“Let me give my opening speech I’m so happy for you!”
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