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Post by cherry on Nov 4, 2007 21:43:29 GMT -5
A girl ran thourgh the halls of the castle, holding up her elegent skirts as she went. Her curled and pinned hair was starting to come undone, and her breathing was heavy. She came to the end of the hall, and barly even slowing down, opened the door. "What is going on Ivory?" she demanded. The five girls in the room were all older than her, she was only 13. "The meaning of what?" asked a pretty 19 yearold. "I would watch your step, Rose. Just because your my sister doesn't mean I care for you, so sit down, and tell me what on earth you are talking about." These words held a hidden malice. "Father naming you queen today, is what I'm talking about." answered Rose. She put a dellicate strain on the word you. "Well, you didn't expect him to name you...Oh you did." Ivory burst out laughing. "Your the youngst you fool. I don't know how you got it into your silly little head that you might-" She cut off as Rose struck her across the face. ((more later))
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