Chapter 2: A Twisted Cinderella Story
I woke up early in the morning, 2 AM to be exact. I didn't sleep well for very long; I couldn't stop thinking of that talk with my parents. The idea of being a wife at such a young age was just difficult to take in. After a few minutes of thinking, I had made my decision. I am not getting married. I am tired of this life; living with fake smiles and forced laughter. My parents wouldn't miss me; they would just miss the person that needed to carry on tradition. It was final; I was getting out of here. I am running away from my kingdom.
And that was how I got here, in the middle of the castle garden, still in my formal dress. I had to think quickly, because I knew my parents had put many alarms throughout the kingdom. And the night guards didn't exactly make this any easier.
I had just almost got to the end of this maze when I heard the worst sound in the world. Sirens. I had just set off one of the alarms. I panicked and started to pick up my Cinderella-like dress; running for my life, literally. Those faint, soft footsteps now came stomping and loud. 'Oh, no. This is going to be hard. Our security guards are the best.'
I, desperately, ran as fast as these heels could go; through the bushes and plants. "Whoever you are! Put your hands up! We have caught you and there is no escaping now!" Shoot. I had just caught sight of one of my guards. 'What to do! What to do!' I shoved every pot and statue I passed, each falling with a sound of shattered glass, to try and slow them down. I heard trips and people falling, which made me feel slightly accomplished. But we had hired a lot of security guards, and broken glass isn't going to stop them.
One of them, unsuccessfully, gripped my forearm until I hit them with one of the fallen branches. 'Ooh! I'm so sorry!' I felt really bad about having to take this to violence but I'm so close to escaping. I turned a corner, attempting to dodge them. I, finally, saw the gate of the garden. 'Yes! I'm almost there!' Sprinting faster, I was just about to grab the handle when my crown got stuck on a high branch. 'Ugh! No, no, no! Please! Come on!' I thought, trying to unhook the crown from the tree. "We can see you! Surrender now!" I heard another guard shout. 'Well, at least, they haven't recognized me.'
With a frustrated noise, I abandoned my crown on the low branch, letting it hang. By doing so, my hairs' up do fell down to my back.
I came to the gate, unlocked it, and left my castle; leaving my own form of Cinderella's glass slipper.
