Somebody shoot me! I've started yet another chaptered story! How am I going to keep up? I have 3 now!
A/N: I don't really have this story planned out. I'm just writing it as I go along.
19/2/72
I started my new job as a gardener at the Genovian palace today. It was so exciting. I got to meet the king and he wished me luck. He's a very nice man; he wasn't rude or stuck-up and he seemed very dedicated to his work. I haven't met the queen yet because I'm told she tends to stay indoors a lot. I do look forward to meeting her though, because I've seen her on the television and in the paper. She seems like a genuine lady and I want to find out if she's the same in person.
My room is fairly small and boring, but I think I can fix it up in my spare time. It has a desk, a chair, a bed, a couch and a bathroom complete with bath, shower and sink. The bed is quite comfortable, as is the couch and I think I'll be quite happy here. I am currently staring up at the stars through the window. They are so pretty and so bright, much like me…
20/2/72
One of the workers (Dale is his name) decided to play a prank on me today since I'm the "new guy". He loosened the head on my shovel, which caused it to fall off, and land on my foot. It was very painful and I heard him laughing from behind the bushes with his two friends, so I walked casually up to him and hit him over the head with the shovel pole. He had to have ten stitches in his head and I was given a very severe warning by the king. When darkness fell, he invited me up to his office and said, "I know you've only been working here for little more than a day and I know that Dale can be a real…pain, but you cannot go around hitting people with shovel poles if they do something you don't like. It doesn't matter what they do to you. Am I understood?"
I nodded. "If this happens again, I will have to take action. Consider this a very severe warning."
I nodded again and stared at the queen, who was elegantly sipping her tea on the couch. She was about ten times more beautiful in person than on the television. I became captivated by her and didn't realise that the king had dismissed me. I shook my head and left the room. It was strange, but the whole time I was in there (about four minutes) the queen didn't even look at me. Not once. She was fixated by the stars in the sky. She must love them as much as I do. I can stare at them for hours at a time and not get bored. I could probably stare at her for hours at a time and not get bored, too. As if she'd even let me…
21/2/72
Dale didn't come to work today. He was still in the hospital. I felt that that was good news, until his friends came up to me. They were on a revenge mission, which I thought was unfair seeing as though there were two of them and only one of me. I tried to ignore them, but they grabbed hold of me and started carrying me off. They carried me down to a dark dungeon and placed me head first into a barrel of water. It was just like being dunked in the school toilets back in my primary school days, except this was harder to escape from. They just left me there to drown, which of course, didn't actually happen, since I'm telling the story. Luckily, I was able to use my weight to tip it over. After all the water and spilled onto the floor, I crawled backwards out of the barrel and gasped for air. They are so going to pay for doing that to me.
22/2/72
I came across something very interesting today while I was exploring the palace; there is a gym for employees only. I have decided to spend my free time there building up my muscles. Then it won't matter if it's two on one, unless Dale gets better…which is a high possibility…I need to make some friends…
I saw the queen out walking earlier while I was pulling up weeds. She looked so bored and distant. I guess it would be pretty boring if all you had to do all day was stand around looking beautiful, which she was VERY good at. I worked up my courage and waved at her, but she didn't even notice me. It was just like when I was in the king's office the other night, she didn't take any notice of me, nor did she acknowledge my existence. I guess I'm just another pawn to her. Someone she doesn't need to speak to or think of as a living thing. And she is the all-powerful queen.
23/2/72
I was busy planting roses today and I saw a small boy (about 12 years old) wondering about the grounds. I wondered what he was doing inside the palace walls. Children were not permitted into the palace without a parent or guardian. I decided to find out what was going on. I asked him what his name was and he said that he shouldn't be talking to workers. I asked him where his parents were and he said that his father was in his office and that his mother was probably watching him from the upstairs window. I then asked him what he was doing out and about by himself and he said he was taking a break from study. It was then that I heard the queen speak for the first time. She was standing in the doorway of the back entrance to the palace, only fifteen metres away, "Pierre, it's time to come inside. Stop mingling with the help and get back to your study."
The boy ran to her and she held his hand and took him inside. It's strange how my impression of her changed so quickly just by hearing that last sentence. That was a cold thing to say, I know it's true and that I am just the help, but to say in front of my face…
When I finished with the roses, I made my way to the gym and started lifting weights. I found it incredibly easy and it was a great way to relieve tension. I also met somebody…
24/2/72
I made a few renovations to my room, since I have the day off. This woman called "Squeak" (aka Lauren) helped me paint it. My bedroom walls are now a lovely dark green, instead of grey. I now have white curtains, instead of black. And we're doing the bathroom tomorrow (pale blue) and then we're going to paint her room. She said she came to work at the palace three days ago. She's one of the new employees. I hadn't seen her around until wet met while at the gym. She was working on her legs and I was working on my arms. We hit it off immediately and man is she pretty; blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect figure, larger-than-average bust, at least 10 years younger than me…
She said that she had just graduated from college and that she needed a job that included accommodation, so she applied for one at the palace as a kitchen hand. Her real passion is interial design, which is how we got onto the subject of our rooms. She suggested that if I helped her get her room in order, she would help me get mine in order. I thought it was a great idea, and very convenient. So now, I am sitting in her room, in her bed, watching her sleep, stroking her hair, and writing my journal, waiting for the paint in my room to dry. The only thing missing is sex. It doesn't matter though, I'm sure we'll get to that stage eventually. After all, I do plan to become good friends with this woman.
25/2/72
Lauren says that next weekend we're going to start on her room because she thinks the smell of paint in mine will be gone by then and we will be able to take refuge in it. That's good; I'll be on home turf (kidding).
We finished my bathroom today. It looks wonderful…well, I did have a wonderful person help me paint it.
Lauren and I have so much in common; we both like horse riding, we both love the countryside, we both like training at the gym and we both enjoy a good night out. I think we're meant to be together. I wonder if she feels the same way.
I was taking a shower in the changing room today and guess who should come up behind me? Dale! He said his head was feeling better and that he was looking for someone tough and new to join his group. Group? What is that, a palace gang or something? What, do they have tiaras as uniforms?
Anyway, I said I wasn't interested and he seemed offended, "Nobody says no to me."
"For fuck's sake," I shouted, "this isn't prison, no matter how much you want it to be! Piss off and leave me alone, you psycho! And stop staring at my gigantic cock!"
Everyone in the changing room started laughing. Dale got embarrassed and backed out slowly. Some of the guys patted me on the back and said, "you're alright, kid," even though I wasn't a kid. I think I have all the men at the gym on my side now. Ha! I shouldn't have to worry about Dale anymore…