Authors Note: Oh, my first fanfiction! Anyway its about Lady Jade Leaf! Oh
I hated her so much, but I have this strange tendency of turning hated
characters around and showing a "possible" side of them. So.that's what I
plan to do in this story. Off the bat I shall say I tend to never finish my
stories and with school updates will probably be rare (with the exception
of the beginning). But If people enjoy and review that will give me the
encouragement to continue. So-please tell me what you think.
~Me~
This book. It's pretty. The cover feels like smooth seashells, and looks like one too with its jade wavy pattern. I once had one exactly like it-a twin so to say but it was stolen. And I know by who too. It was that girl, Claidi. Ironic, no?
How rude, I never properly introduced myself. My name is Lady Jade Leaf, exquisite no? Perhaps my name is the only part of me that I value. It fits me so well, with perhaps the exception of "Lady." I'm sure if you were to ask any of the other royal members of The House they would heartilly agree that I am jaded. With the possible exception of mummy. Ironically she is the one person who I wished know how sad I am. Then there are the maids, servents, slaves. They too are blissfully unaware of the interal conflicts I feud every day. Blissfully I say, for if they knew how I were really like they'd be burdened with guilt of all the awful things they have said about me behind my back. I hear, everything. Witch, hippo, clumsy, whore, bitch. I do not blame they however, because I find these conflicts so hard to face I usually take my anger out on them, and thus that gives them all right to call me whatever they wish. Despite being seventeen I face problems those one of thirty probably has not had to. Yet, because of my youth I often deal with them in ways someone very young, perhaps thirteen would. I must pause now and realize what I am saying-never before have I been able to directly speak of this. My mother once told me that if you can recognize personality problems that you can stop being like that, that you are just forcing yourself to be so. Oh my, I worded that horribly, lets see if I can make it clearer. The reason this problem was brought of was because a ten year old servent had been using particularly foul language. In an attempt to avoid a beating she said that it wasn't her fault, she had picked it up from the Guards. Mother retorted by saying that it was her mouth saying so, and though that might have been exusable then she knew it was bad now, and so the fault lay in herself. So it applies to me now because I know my faults, yet every time the sadness begins to well up in me like that invader balloon that was sighted just yesterday, I cannot help but take it out on others. Pathetic aren't I?
I am a horrible writer, aren't I? A its quite a pathetic thing when this applies to journal writing as well which needs not be grammaticly correct, sensible to others. This journal it to be for me, and me alone-yet I just read what I wrote earlier on and had to frown in disgust. I keep skipping about, not fully explaining things and stopping the second my hand tires. And though above I said I would properly introduce myself I didn't, did I? I am Lady Jade Leaf as I said before, Princess of The House and youngest daughter of Princess Shimra. Its horrible, I have dozens of other siblings and because I'm the youngest I get no attention. I've always had a liking to writing, which I can satiate since I have plenty of stationary and writing utensils, but I also dream of difference. When I was a younger girl and much more reckless I would often sneak into different rooms and spy on the people, writing down what they did, what they looked like, their reactions to certain events and overall writing down their personalities and life. Of course after a while I began seeing a pattern, people here are so alike and extremely dull. In fact I can easily and without hesitancy say that a slave or maiden of mine has more understanding and life then any of my siblings. That's what drew me to Claidi. Claidi is an interesting girl, one year younger then myself by only a month or so. She is impulsive, somewhat immature I should say, but she is still young. And there is an odd fire to her that seperates her from all the other people here. She bears the traits of a true human child. Here, at the age of sixteen people are who they will be forever. They (if slaves or maids) are obedient, do they're work, and naturally try to avoid trouble my other then that just keep to their lives and live routinically. If royalty, they lounge about lazilly and are just the same as the workers, only their routine consist of being tended to, gorging themselves, and having dull empty conversations. Claidi however has expressed more emotion then I have ever seen anyone. Sure sometimes her emotions are childish at time and very often impulsive, but that's what makes humans humans no? Our flaws? Who am I to speak, I have so many flaws it impossible for me to be human. But as much as I believe this, something else tells me Claidi and I are one in the same. She, with her emotions acts right on them and often does foolish things. I, with my conflicts act quickly and thoughtlessly on them by hurting others. That's why its so ironic, she has my twin book.
~Me~
This book. It's pretty. The cover feels like smooth seashells, and looks like one too with its jade wavy pattern. I once had one exactly like it-a twin so to say but it was stolen. And I know by who too. It was that girl, Claidi. Ironic, no?
How rude, I never properly introduced myself. My name is Lady Jade Leaf, exquisite no? Perhaps my name is the only part of me that I value. It fits me so well, with perhaps the exception of "Lady." I'm sure if you were to ask any of the other royal members of The House they would heartilly agree that I am jaded. With the possible exception of mummy. Ironically she is the one person who I wished know how sad I am. Then there are the maids, servents, slaves. They too are blissfully unaware of the interal conflicts I feud every day. Blissfully I say, for if they knew how I were really like they'd be burdened with guilt of all the awful things they have said about me behind my back. I hear, everything. Witch, hippo, clumsy, whore, bitch. I do not blame they however, because I find these conflicts so hard to face I usually take my anger out on them, and thus that gives them all right to call me whatever they wish. Despite being seventeen I face problems those one of thirty probably has not had to. Yet, because of my youth I often deal with them in ways someone very young, perhaps thirteen would. I must pause now and realize what I am saying-never before have I been able to directly speak of this. My mother once told me that if you can recognize personality problems that you can stop being like that, that you are just forcing yourself to be so. Oh my, I worded that horribly, lets see if I can make it clearer. The reason this problem was brought of was because a ten year old servent had been using particularly foul language. In an attempt to avoid a beating she said that it wasn't her fault, she had picked it up from the Guards. Mother retorted by saying that it was her mouth saying so, and though that might have been exusable then she knew it was bad now, and so the fault lay in herself. So it applies to me now because I know my faults, yet every time the sadness begins to well up in me like that invader balloon that was sighted just yesterday, I cannot help but take it out on others. Pathetic aren't I?
I am a horrible writer, aren't I? A its quite a pathetic thing when this applies to journal writing as well which needs not be grammaticly correct, sensible to others. This journal it to be for me, and me alone-yet I just read what I wrote earlier on and had to frown in disgust. I keep skipping about, not fully explaining things and stopping the second my hand tires. And though above I said I would properly introduce myself I didn't, did I? I am Lady Jade Leaf as I said before, Princess of The House and youngest daughter of Princess Shimra. Its horrible, I have dozens of other siblings and because I'm the youngest I get no attention. I've always had a liking to writing, which I can satiate since I have plenty of stationary and writing utensils, but I also dream of difference. When I was a younger girl and much more reckless I would often sneak into different rooms and spy on the people, writing down what they did, what they looked like, their reactions to certain events and overall writing down their personalities and life. Of course after a while I began seeing a pattern, people here are so alike and extremely dull. In fact I can easily and without hesitancy say that a slave or maiden of mine has more understanding and life then any of my siblings. That's what drew me to Claidi. Claidi is an interesting girl, one year younger then myself by only a month or so. She is impulsive, somewhat immature I should say, but she is still young. And there is an odd fire to her that seperates her from all the other people here. She bears the traits of a true human child. Here, at the age of sixteen people are who they will be forever. They (if slaves or maids) are obedient, do they're work, and naturally try to avoid trouble my other then that just keep to their lives and live routinically. If royalty, they lounge about lazilly and are just the same as the workers, only their routine consist of being tended to, gorging themselves, and having dull empty conversations. Claidi however has expressed more emotion then I have ever seen anyone. Sure sometimes her emotions are childish at time and very often impulsive, but that's what makes humans humans no? Our flaws? Who am I to speak, I have so many flaws it impossible for me to be human. But as much as I believe this, something else tells me Claidi and I are one in the same. She, with her emotions acts right on them and often does foolish things. I, with my conflicts act quickly and thoughtlessly on them by hurting others. That's why its so ironic, she has my twin book.