Chapter 1
The door closes with a firm
click.
Light footsteps can be heard from upstairs, the floor boards creak quietly under her feet. She lets out a sigh of relief, she can finally move as she wishes. She often keeps quiet and read the books that were left for her. every so often, she gets paper and pens. She writes all sorts of stories with them, and reads them to herself while she waits for night to arrive and the Shop to close. No one is aloud to be out at night so once the shop keeper is out of sight she is finally aloud to turn the lights on and look out the window down to the street bellow. Every so often she see’s people, girls, boys, children and adults alike. Her favorite part of the day is when the Shop keeper goes out for lunch she always sits by the window and watches the people walking and enjoying them self bellow. She knows that no one can see her, or her whole world could be in danger.
*Please note this is Hopes point of Veiw, it also has a flashback in it*
I want to go outside. I’ve been trapped here for years, I can’t stand this much longer. She sighs to herself and frowns, she had explored this space many times, there was not an inch of space she had not seen nor explored. Her world was too small, she longed to go and meet someone, even just say a single word to them would be fine. Every day at lunch she looks out the window and see’s a boy. He often is there, he seems to be the same age, she has watched him grow up over the years, and she felt like she all ready knew him. She sometimes see’s him strolling or just playing with the kids teaching them how to play small games, like kick the can, or soccer he always has that smile on his face. One that expresses so much in her opinion, she wishes that one day she could actually meet him. She wants to go up to him, play soccer and kick the can, smile with him, talk with him. Show him who she really is, show him...what she really can do. She needs to talk to someone, thats why she came here, to meet someone, to talk to them. In her world she is a princess, one that can not talk to people, one that must always sit up strait, she can not slouch and she may only speak when spoken too, she is always in her room, hiding away. she wants to be free, she wants to show the human world....or someone at least, that her kind isn’t fake, it’s real, right in front of them no less. She wanted to prove to her father that not all humans are as bad as they seem. She remembers what her father had said to her. His eye’s were filled with a combination of anger and disproval and what hurt her most, was disappointment. “Hope, Humans are vial creatures they no nothing but hate and anger. They are horrible, they fight and they kill each-other to settle and argument. You would never last a day, my little flower, Not one day.”
