Once upon a time, if those were the right words to say — there was a beautiful girl who had lived in a grand castle, well, slightly large house in the rural countryside. Her hair was [your hair colour] and flowed almost perfectly from the breeze that was wafting through the window. Her eyes — a stunning shade of [your eye colour] that could catch the attention of many young men around the country. One look would have been enough to make a man kill — I suppose you could say. That beautiful girl, was you.
It's a quiet Summer's afternoon and you're sitting on a small seat in the corner of your room gazing off opposite you, not paying attention to anything but just thinking to herself. Everything seemed to go out of focus as your concentration got more intense — thinking about different things that were bugging you at the time. Pale walls became plain colours in the corner of your eye and your thoughts seemed to almost come to life — playing out in front of you as they crossed your mind.
You sigh, exhausted from the heat blazing through the window and also due to the fact that you had been concentrating on nothing all day — it tired you out. You don't know why. You shake off your thoughts and make your way over to the window by your bed — in the direction you'd been staring for most of the day.
Outside looks pleasant — the trees outside the house are still, the leaves are perfect and untouched. The flower beds below them are thriving with no problems whatsoever. The sky is pale blue and still — not a cloud in sight. Everything is still, peaceful and everything looks happy. You give a small smile to the landscape — as if to thank it for being as beautiful as it is.
The sun is still blazing — you don't know how it has the energy to beam so bright all day. You wonder to yourself what it would be light to be as energetic, as bright as a sun all day. After you think this, you chuckle at yourself: you really can't believe you're thinking about what it would be like to be the sun. You think the heat is just going to your head.
In the distance, you can see the river — it's flowing gently from what you can see and there are a few people stood near it, playing around and having fun. You see one of the people dive into the river and raise your eyebrows, wondering what it would be like to dive into that very river yourself.
Those people look like they are enjoying themselves so much — if you were able to leave your room, you'd love to go and join them in diving and playing about by the river on such a beautiful day as this.
Unfortunately, you could not leave your room. Your step mother had the key and she'd locked you in there as a punishment for sneaking out at night to go and see one of the local boys. You'd made the mistake of getting caught on your way back in and from then on, your step mother decided to keep you under house arrest until she felt you were old enough to have learnt your lesson.
You sigh once more at the thought of not being able to go out and enjoy yourself like everyone else. It's a sad feeling — that you're stuck in a basically empty room alone whilst there are happy, energetic people out there making the most of their lives.
Once, just once in your life — you really want to experience some fun or some mischief. If only for a little while. You just want something exciting to happen to you. But then you stop for a moment and utter,
"But nothing ever happens to me..."