The clock ticks as the Selected eat their breakfast. My own stomach growls and I try my hardest to silence it. I get to eat right after they finish. Too bad they eat so damn slow. America is sitting there eating slower than when she first came to the palace. She knows a bit of table manners now, and that will help her when she is queen.
Silvia makes an announcement that there will be a ball soon with some distant relatives of the Royal family and many other important people. All of the Selected are to wear their finest dresses and are supposed to be planning this thing. Yikes, I'd hate for that to be my job.
At last, the girls finish their food and file out. We photographers are asked to stay behind. Lecture time.
"As you know, this will be an important event. You will be required to wear the black dresses that have always been in your closets," Silvia explains.
"Now you may go. Keep up the good work," she dismisses us and we all file out into the hallway. I get a little bit excited for the ball. Hopefully it will be a lot of fun despite hauling around my chunky camera.
A swoosh of darkness catches my eye and I turn around to see the source. Damian stands there a few feet away from me with an Amazon girl with jet black hair. He has his hand wrapper around her shoulder. He leans in to kiss her and I've seen enough. Why would he even pretend to like me? Does he not see me here?
I don't really care as I stumble down the hallway and to my room. My body falls back into the bed and I sigh. No tears come to my eyes because it isn't necessary. I've only known this guy for a few weeks. I barely even know him at all. He never explicitly said he didn't have a girlfriend, I just assumed. What an idiot I was.
A knock on the door catches my attention and I ask who it is. Without further permission, Sarah barges into my room.
"What's going on?" she demands.
"Damian's an ass-hole."
"Yeah, he is. I saw him with that Miranda girl and knew something was up. Are you upset?"
I think for a moment before replying with the truth, "Honestly, no. I didn't know him well, he was just a hot body. I'm over it. Seriously."
She nods her head because she knows it's true. Sarah and her brown hair can tell a lie from anywhere.
"Well, just so you know, a few of us maids and a few of you photographers are going to sneak up onto the roof tonight. Yeah, I know it's a bad idea, but what's the worst that can happen? They can't fire us all."
I quickly agree to come. I need more friends now that Damian has ditched me. Sarah and Wandra are great and all, but if I'm going to be staying here (which I hope I will) I need to make some alliances. Friendship is necessary.
A few hours later, I'm exiting the communal bathroom feeling freshened up, that's what a simple face wash will do for you.
I head out into the hallway and into the cafeteria where about twenty people are conglomerating. I join them with snickers and gossip before we all make our way up to the roof. A series of stairways and dark halls surround us. The pitter patter of our feet creates a bit of noise and I'm surprised the guards aren't coming. Maybe they are in on it, too.
At last, we exit through a doorway at the top of some stairs onto the roof. The moon is covered by clouds so that only the city lights keep the night from being too dark. I sit on a little box-thing and close my eyes. A slight breeze brushes past me and I shiver. The fresh air feels great and I appreciate the chance to go outside during the night instead of a daytime garden walk.
I open my eyes and the lights from the city are beautiful. They twinkle like stars but there are millions of them. Each twinkling light knows a story. It's magnificent how simple things can mean so much. Stars, the sky, heck! Even a measly stop sign has a story of its own.
I feel the presence of somebody behind me. They grab my hand and I turn to smack it away when I notice it's Wandra. Her curly hair bounces as she sits next to me. Her head rests on my shoulder but I leave it there despite the uncomfortableness. Friends are soooo much better than boyfriends. The only thing a boyfriend is good for is kissing, which is totally unnecessary.
Another presence sits on my other side and I assume it's Sarah, but nope. It's Damian, of course. Wandra doesn't seem to know what he did so she gets up to leave us alone. I frown at her obliviousness but don't blame her.
Damian reaches towards my face and I softly paw it away with my hand. He looks confused for a moment before an evil smirk crosses his face. He grabs my elbow, turns me around, and then kisses me. Hard.
I do not reciprocate. Instead, I stand up, push him off of me, and slap his face. Hard. He stumbles back and I can see the surprise on his face.
"Remember that the next time you try anything," I snarl.
"Sky, what's wrong?" he pleads.
"Oh, you well know what's wrong, snuggling up to another girl. I realize I never really liked you, just the thought of you. Get away from me, " I fiercely say.
"No, really, she is just my uhh, Cousin!"
"You are pathetic," I sharply state before walking back down the stairs. Alone.
The halls twist and turn and I'm confused. No, lost, I'm hopefully lost. I'm not scared though, because a guard will eventually find me and take me back down. It will be fine. The hallways aren't creepy at all, no way. I'm totally safe.
Almost instantly, I see the suit of a guard patrolling. He turns his face to me and I wave before freezing. The guard has orange hair, a face full of freckles, and a sickening smile on his face. It's Creepy-Guard. I turn to run back the way I came from but another force stops me. It's the girl Damian was ogling earlier, Miranda. Creepy-Guard grabs me and picks me up. Darn me for being so small. I kick and scream but he covers my mouth and squeezes tighter. I can barely breathe.
We come to a wall where Miranda types a code into a little keypad. It opens up and we go inside. I'm dropped onto the cold concrete and the door closes. I assume this is a safe-room. I guess it's not so safe anymore.
Bile rises in my throat as Miranda leaves with a swoosh of her hips, leaving me alone with Creepy-Guard. He smirks at me and comes closer. He pulls a piece of rope out from a corner and binds my hands. I am so screwed. I am going to die. This is the end.
I close my eyes and kick him in the crotch area forcefully. He leans over and grabs his precious area whilst I attempt to find the switch to let me out of this treacherous room, but to no avail. Creepy-Guard grabs my hips and I wince, remembering my previous encounter. This one is far more precarious. I'm doomed.
I'm forced to spin around when he grabs my hands. He places a kiss to one palm and I convulse. This was never supposed to happen. I'm inside a book of wonderful things and I'm caught up in the worst of it all.
Soon, he's kissing my neck and I kick some more. I squirm and try to escape when the door slides open again. Creepy-Guard drops me and my head smacks on the floor. Fireworks crackle before my eyes but I manage to stay awake. My vision is blurred and I can hear a voice yelling.
"What are you doing to her!" The voice yells.
"Just enjoying the captured. Seriously, nothing's wrong. I wasn't going to do anything to her." Yeah right.
"Don't touch her. I'll handle this."
Strong arms close around me and I can't handle it anymore. My eyelids flutter shut and my head lolls back. Darkness engulfs me.
Hello, and thank you for reading this next addition. In this story I'm embodying some of my fears. Since I am so small, if I were to ever be captured fighting would be futile. My best defense is my piercing scream.
On a bright note, I'm finally caught up in school! I have more time to write songs, read, and make stories, YAY!
My goal is to update 2-3 times a week. I hope I can keep that up!
Ilona18- Thank you so much for the review. My plan for Damian all along wasn't for her to get attached. More will be revealed in the next chapter! Also, the issue with the " "s and it's without the apostrophes is Microsoft Word messing with my writing. I try to fix it when I can but its always screwing my punctuation up. (Get it, my "its" didn't have an apostrophe :P)
PurpleFreak43099- Thanks! I'm planning to write a book someday and I'm practicing my writing here first.
theoneforever- I wouldn't say my writing is artistic but I do hope my writing style isn't annoying. This is all words and creative ideas from my brain 3
Stay tuned for the next episode of : A Selection Photographer! Next up, Sky realizes things. Yup, that's all. We don't want to spoil it for you.
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