The gypsy
Yami p.o.v
Ra has finally set as I look out my balcony where she left 5 summers ago. I loved her with all my heart and I still do. I could never love every one but her. "Bunny get to bed. I need you." That was Kenya, the girl I am forced to marry in a few weeks. I hate her with a pashin. She is anyoing, ugly, and she slept with half the gared. Her and any other women could never hold a rose to my desired angel. As it gets later I go in to get some sleep. That night I dreamed of how I and my angel first met.
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It was my birthday so I got to leave the palace. I took my beast friend Meana with me. I was walking and looking at all the color full booths that had food, gold, jewelry, fabrics, and other little nick-necks, when I heard this weird music coming from down the way. I grabed meana's hand and ran towards the music. When I got there I sow the most boatful women I have ever seen dancing. She whore a gold anklet and bracelets to mach, a pail pink skirt that matched her tank top that showed a perfect amount of skin showing. As she danced she was playing a tambourine with all the other people playing interments. " we should go, there gypsies." Meana said. At the time I did not care for now I was focusing on the angel in front of me. At the end of her dance she turned towards me and bowed. I walked towards her and helped to stand. "Tell me your name." I said. She opened her mouth to speak when I woken with a jolt.
