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Post by jiamia on Nov 27, 2009 17:26:56 GMT -5
The small worn out carriage bumped along the dry desert road. I had been traveling for weeks with my father. We were going to see the king, and I was not supposed to talk at all to anyone, to my father I was only there for show, to show that he cared for his family or something. I knew it was a lie and so did my mother. The only one that he truely cared for was my brother, but yet there we were going with him.
He stopped the carriage in front of the grand castle. The servants were working on the gardens and the castle was well maintained. He stepped out of the carriage and helped my mother out. He forgot me, so I jumped out. He glared down at me with eyes that pierced my heart.
"I left you in the carriage for a reason, so you could not interfear with this important meeting!" he scolded. You would think that I would be hurt, but I was not, I was used to it. I was surprised that he did not called me worthless for the fifty-first time that day.
I sat down on the bench outside the castle and waited. People were all around doing their daily duties buying food, making calls on friends and family, it was all to much to handle. My eyes turned red with anger and I started snapping my fingers. Someone saw what I was doing and asked what was wrong. I did not know exactly what to tell them, but that was ok because they spoke before I could.
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