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The Director looked down on us with fury in his eyes, though his demeanor was so calm. He told us that we had disappointed him, and that had already been given a second chance due to our last transgression. Thus he had no choice.
And the Director pressed a button, the red button.
And everything went black.
He told me tales of far off places and adventures we could have and I let myself see it, let myself believe it, like he would actually save me from the boring hell I live in but he didn't, you see, he didn't and now I'm here talking to you, about who knows what. About how everything got so fucked up.
My name is Julie.
And I've been betrayed.
But I guess it get's worse from there.
He promised he was my friend, and he always would be.
And then he wasn't.
Then after we were sad and then we were angry and then we had hate I told him:
"Don't you dare lie to me."
But he said:
"I will always lie to you."
So what is a promise? Was everything a lie?
He told me I must, and I snarkily replied that I mustn't do anything, I can do anything I want. Apparently, that wasn't the right answer. Now I'm in the castle dungeon for just generally annoying the king. I am the princess, so I suppose I should be let out soon, but seriously, I don't have to marry anyone! Why must I? Prince Arthur isn't even that good looking, and he's rather rude.
I am terrified of new experiences. The real world, outside of my computer monitor, is a terrifying place. And yet, as I looked up into his eyes while I considered his proposal, I felt that I should. That I could. That I actually wanted too. I suddenly wasn't afraid, because of him.
She walked around haughtily, enjoying the fact that she could lord over us as she liked. I snarled, but only internally since her powers controlled even my facial expressions.
"Go clean my chambers, Alexia." She ordered.
My body betrayed me by standing and walking to the supply closet so I could clean her room.
I placed the step stool down in front of me and got up on it so I could see over everyone beneath me. The second I stood up I had this weird premonition - like all the people I'd been afraid of, who seemed cooler and more talented were so little, and I so big. I could lord over them so easily, if only I showed them that we were of the same caliber.
The amount I care about you is so little. Like, seriously. Why would you ever think that I think about you when I am alone? Why would you assume that I like it when you tug on my hair just to get a reaction from me? Under what circumstance would I ever be remotely attracted to you? You're so ridiculous, I simply cannot get over it. The amount Iove I have for you is none.
Actually, I've already done this word. I don't understand this site much yet. Do I get a new word or do I have to wait until tomorrow? Honestly, I will be on tomorrow and I will write more fantasy type stuff but right now I'm rambling on about the actuality of my world which is overwhelmingly uninteresting, but that's alright I guess. Sigh.
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