Post by Matija on Aug 20, 2018 21:33:11 GMT -5
14 March 1978
Perfect Princess, perfect princess. The words echoed through my head bouncing around as if they were true. They weren't, I knew that. So, another thought came into my head, ‘Every good princess wants the perfect prince.’ This broke me, did I even want a prince? Should I really let mother and father decide everything for me? Did I even deserve to be a princess, no, I didn’t. But, as I learnt, mother, father needed me to be strong, for our people, for them. I learnt to only speak when asked, always cross my legs and smile perfectly. Perfect, I hated that word, if ‘that’ word didn’t exist, I could, I would be happy. I could be, normal. Or, at least free.
14 March 1978
It was at the skatepark. Where I saw him. Gosh, he was looking at me like a complete weirdo. I avoided his soft stare, and I wondered if I had something on my face. My name is Layla. Layla Cardwell. I’m 13 years old. I like to skate. I have a bratty younger sister named Mavis. That’s all you need to know about me; I honestly don’t want a dozen stalkers turning up at my doorstep.
14th Of March 1978
There I was, skating, minding my own business, trying to master the ship, and I saw her. I don’t know who she was with, or why she was crying, but she was beautiful. Perfect olive skin, light blonde hair. I couldn’t see her eyes, because her back was turned, but I knew she was perfect. I have to go now…
14 March 1978
I’m free finally I have been running for ages, with no breaks, I felt like I was almost dead, I was just really tired. I sat down on a bench and tried to calm down, but how could I calm down if all this was happening. I ran my hands through my hair. “Dirty” I announced. I placed my hand over a deep cut on my arm, next I lifted my hand off my arm and the wound was healed. My top was ripped, my legs were shaking and I was hungry. I started to walk home so I could clean up, but then I thought my house would be surrounded so I walked to my friends house to see if they would let me stay the night...
Perfect Princess, perfect princess. The words echoed through my head bouncing around as if they were true. They weren't, I knew that. So, another thought came into my head, ‘Every good princess wants the perfect prince.’ This broke me, did I even want a prince? Should I really let mother and father decide everything for me? Did I even deserve to be a princess, no, I didn’t. But, as I learnt, mother, father needed me to be strong, for our people, for them. I learnt to only speak when asked, always cross my legs and smile perfectly. Perfect, I hated that word, if ‘that’ word didn’t exist, I could, I would be happy. I could be, normal. Or, at least free.
14 March 1978
It was at the skatepark. Where I saw him. Gosh, he was looking at me like a complete weirdo. I avoided his soft stare, and I wondered if I had something on my face. My name is Layla. Layla Cardwell. I’m 13 years old. I like to skate. I have a bratty younger sister named Mavis. That’s all you need to know about me; I honestly don’t want a dozen stalkers turning up at my doorstep.
14th Of March 1978
There I was, skating, minding my own business, trying to master the ship, and I saw her. I don’t know who she was with, or why she was crying, but she was beautiful. Perfect olive skin, light blonde hair. I couldn’t see her eyes, because her back was turned, but I knew she was perfect. I have to go now…
14 March 1978
I’m free finally I have been running for ages, with no breaks, I felt like I was almost dead, I was just really tired. I sat down on a bench and tried to calm down, but how could I calm down if all this was happening. I ran my hands through my hair. “Dirty” I announced. I placed my hand over a deep cut on my arm, next I lifted my hand off my arm and the wound was healed. My top was ripped, my legs were shaking and I was hungry. I started to walk home so I could clean up, but then I thought my house would be surrounded so I walked to my friends house to see if they would let me stay the night...
