Hey guys! OMG, I have waited so long to write another story, and this has come into my mind. I feel so happy to be able to write it down. It will be a little realistic, but still have some fantasy. :P

I sat down at the table and stared at my cereal. I didn't feel particularly hungry today. Dad looked up at me. "Are you OK, Nina? You're not eating," he said. I nodded and mumbled "I don't feel hungry." I pushed the bowl away from me. "Well, Trudy did make it, especially for today," he said. Trudy is our cook, and a good friend of mine. Dad doesn't let me out of here. Hasn't since he and mum got divorced. When I was five. I haven't been out of the house because dad's worried that I'll do something that mum did. He's getting married soon to this woman called Vera. I don't like her. One bit. She's always flirting with my dad. She tries so hard to get along with me, though I know she would like to poison my tea. She'll get along with me if it means certain marriage to my dad.

"Dad, please tell me you're not getting engaged to Vera. Please," I begged. Dad looks at me very sternly. "Nina Martin, I know you are going to like Vera. Just get to know her a bit. Please."

"OK, if I do that, can I go to school? I don't want to be tutored," I said. "No," Dad simply said, and returned to his tea. This got me angry. "Dad, I'm sixteen years old. I don't need you telling me what's right and wrong. You can't keep me locked in here all my life, I need to get out!" I yelled. Vera came in. "Oh dear, what's all this commotion, my love?" she asked my dad. "Oh nothing, Vera darling. I'm just telling Nina here that she has to stay in here," he replied. "Oh, my love, you'll get wrinkles if you keep on stressing," she said. Vera craves immortal life because she believes that she won't get any wrinkles. I didn't want to here any more, so I walked into the kitchen. Trudy was there, lifting big, heavy bags of onions on the table.

"Oh, Trudy, I'll help you," I said. Trudy shook her head. "No- don't- worry- dearie- I- have- everything- under- control," she gasped, but it's clear she needs help. I walked over to the bags of onions, and lifted one up. It's unbelievably heavy. Suddenly Ade walked into the scene. Ade is my dad's business assistant. And... every thing assistant. The thing with Trudy is that she can't hold a secret. Ade can, so I can confide in him. I saw a slight blush creeping on Trudy's cheeks. I smirked. Trudy had always like Ade. As in, LIKE like. Ade also like Trudy. I heard that they went out on a date once, but it affected their jobs, so they just stuck as friends.

"Do you need any help, Trudy?" he asked. "Oh, yes please. I can't feel my arms," Trudy said. Huh, didn't she just say she was fine a few seconds ago. Trudy and Ade started talking and I thought Perfect time to make an exit. I snuck out of the room, unnoticed by Trudy and Ade. I guess love really is blind. I don't know, since I haven't been out of this house for eleven years.

I crept up to my room and flopped onto my bed. My walls were creamy white, and I had a deep blue chandelier. Even though I was no longer a kid, I had stars stuck to the ceiling that glowed in the dark. I couldn't be bothered to take them off.

My bed was white, with hearts on them, starting with baby pink at the top, and blood-red at the bottom. I had a few bookshelves, a wardrobe and a large window in my room as well. My laptop rested on my dressing table, which had three mirrors for my use. I kept my jewellery in my music box that I kept hidden in my wardrobe.

That's when I had the idea. A huge, risky idea. If I wasn't allowed to go out, then I'd break out. It's OK, I'd get Trudy and Ade to cover for me. Speaking of which, had the two love birds finished unloading the onions yet?


I had no idea what to wear. I had always followed the expression 'First impressions the last'. I flicked through my large wardrobe and finally found some clothes to wear. I decided to wear a white tank top, a denim jacket, and a white skirt with cow girl boots. I try to think back to the last time I went out... It was back in America. I had moved to London after the divorce. Dad's American. Trudy and Ade aren't. Nor is Vera. I quickly made a few adjustments and, there! Perfect. I know it's too risky to go through the front door because Vera is always in and out. And it's Tuesday so she's probably at the spa pampering her face. So the back door is the only option... Problem is, it's in the kitchen. Wait, didn't I want Trudy and Ade to cover for me? Oh well, here goes nothing. I strolled into the kitchen, picked up an apple and pretended to examine it. After a while the friends noticed and turn to me. I put the apple down and said, "Trudy and Ade, I need you to do me a huge favour and cover for me. I want to go outside so badly, and I can't ask dad, because he'll just say no," I blurted out. I looked at them, daring for them to disagree. To my surprise, they nodded, and continued their conversation. I walked out, pocketed the spare keys and smiled. That was easy. Almost too easy.


I took shelter under a large tree from the hail. I didn't have any money with me, so I couldn't take a bus or a taxi. I flung my arms over my head for extra protection and sighed. Everything was going to well. Dad was right. I should just stay inside and grown my hair long so my prince can climb it to reach my window. Although with my luck, he'll probably fall. I walked around the tree, fingering the surface, for a little, but suddenly bumped into someone. I think they were running, but can't be sure. I opened my eyes, and saw a boy, who looked my age, bent over some papers, hurriedly picking them up. I can't help but feel this is all my fault. So I ran over to the boy and helped him pick them up. I didn't see what he looks like, so I'm desperate to catch a glance. Eventually, we're done. I handed over the sheets, and got my first proper look. The boy had dark brown hair and blue eyes. We stared at each other for a few minutes, then stood up. "Oh," he whispered. "I think one of the papers have cut you." He lifted his hand, and gently stroked my cheek. Even though I cringed. It stung. He blushed when he touched me. I felt my cheeks go hot. I felt... weird. Like I had butterflies. I shoved the rest of the letters in his hands, then ran home. I run to my room and think:

I didn't even get his name...

So, what do you think? Just in case, Nina is the daughter of a millionaire. I think you can guess who the boy is. Yup that's right. Remember to review, it could be an early birthday present! (My birthday is in six months!) :P

P.S. The chapters DO get longer.