Three years ago, there I stood, in a ball, where a celebration of a friend of my father’s birthday was held. I, a young blue lad, remain in the same spot where I’ve rooted myself onto, rejecting myself from the socialisation. I dislike these kinds of parties, it irritates me, for, to my view such parties are nothing but to just hiển thị off the interiors of one’s trang chủ and it is also the time where parents take their chances to pair up their children. This is the life in the Victorian era, where marriage is mostly arranged bởi parents.
I woke up this morning with the warm sunlight shining onto my jade green hair. I stepped out of giường and stretched myself well. It is going to be a very special today as today is my father’s birthday. Well, my birthday is much thêm special to me of course but the thing that makes it thêm special to me is that today, I’m going to meet my prince.
Well, that is what my parents told me. To them, it might be the happiest time of my life. But to me, it is NOT!
You see, I am thirteen years old. THIRTEEN! I am just a young tot who still hasn’t learnt much throughout my life and right...