***hey, all!!! okay okay okay!!! note: i know his name is sampson. and maybe i misspelled his name in my other story (where would i hide without the mask) but you gotta give me credit for trying! hehe. and i did call him samuel in zoi's diary, but thats cuz my brothers name is samuel and he was in the room when i was typing it so thats what i thought. forgive me. his name is sampson (spelled with a p, too!) and i will try to keep it that way. thank you all for pointing that out, but please if i make a spelling mistake, dont tell me unless youre telling me something else too. so yah. and i own all the characters thus far besides those that come from the book (and theres only like 3 so far so yah.. hehe) read! have a good day.**********
We were preparing for the ball. It was the same old thing to me, as I had been to the past two balls (one is held every year in springtime, and only people who are at least twelve can go), but for Gracie it was new. She squealed in delight as we shopped for dresses in the village.
"Oh, look!" she exclaimed, seizing a dreadful brown one. "It's beautiful! Can we get this one, mother?" she asked Mildred.
Mildred wrinkled her nose in disgust and took the dress from her. "No, I don't think so, dear," she said. "But how about this one?" She held up a pea green dress that looked big enough to fit a cow.
The tailor was excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet behind us. He always loved it when it became time for a ball. Everyone was buying new gowns and such. Everyone but me. I wore the exact same gown every year, and it was hideous. It used to be dark blue when it was Mildred's, but it had faded to grayish baby blue over the years. It had huge puffs everywhere and made me look like a puffed up bullfrog.
"We'll take the lovely green one," said Mildred, baring her teeth in what was supposed to be a smile at the tailor. The tailor nodded immediately and bustled around, getting wrapping for it.
"Will you be attending, madam?" he asked Mildred.
"Oh, no, I'm entirely too old," said Mildred coldly.
"Will the young miss?" asked the tailor.
"Yes, she will," replied Mildred. "But she's already got a gown."
I clenched my fists and shut my eyes. Yes, I have a gown. A gown that looks as if it came from the ninth century.
"Ah," said the tailor quietly. I looked up at him. He looked pitifully at me. "Well, thank you for buying this gown. It will look lovely on your daughter, madam."
"You're welcome," said Mildred curtly, sweeping out of the room. "Come, Gracie."
I lingered behind, partly to admire a wonderful dress that was hanging in the window, and partly because the tailor was looking at me intently. The gown in the window was beautiful and white, following the latest fashions. I stared at it for a moment before the tailor came up behind me.
"That is the queen's wedding gown," he said reverently. I backed away immediately from that wretched gown. "Whoever marries the prince is supposed to wear it when they do." I turned to him. "Some say that this ball is for the prince to find a bride, but the king and queen will not let us know if it is or not."
"Thank you," said I, "for that bit of information. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go."
"Oh, but wait!" said the tailor, grabbing my arm. "You need a gown."
"Like Mildred said, I already have one." I removed his hand from my arm. "Good day."
"It seems to me like you need a better one than the one you have," said the tailor wisely. "I'll get one for you."
"I've no money," I called to him as he headed to his back room.
"You need no money!" he answered. "I have a feeling in my bones that you need this gown more than I need money!"
"What?" I asked as he came back in holding a bundle of fabric.
He leaned close to me. "If you become queen someday, I know you'll pay me back." He winked and handed the bundle to me. "Go ahead and unfold it."
I "unfolded" it. It was beautiful. It was royal blue (a fitting color for a royal ball) and had beautiful long sleeves that flared out at the end. I loved it and admired the intricate flowers embroidered on the skirt.
"It's beautiful," I breathed.
"It was made by the fairies," the tailor said proudly.
"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" I said, hugging the dress.
"You will pay me back one day," he repeated. "I know it. Now get along, the madam will be wondering where you are!"
I ran along the street, clutching the refolded dress to my chest and looking for Mildred and Gracie. A light drizzle of rain was coming down, and I was sacrificing myself for the sake of the dress.
"There you are, child!" said Mildred, reaching out to me. "Come, come, hurry, hurry! We must be getting home! I don't want Gracie to catch a cold! The ball is in five days!"
"Sorry, Mildred."
"What's that you've got there?" Mildred made to grab the dress, but I pulled it out of her reach.
"A gown," I said automatically.
"Did you steal it?" Mildred roared. "If you did, Zoi, I will beat you so hard you will not be able to eat for a month, let alone attend the ball."
"I didn't steal it!" I said as we hurried along. "The tailor gave it to me. He said I can pay him back one day."
"Then you WILL pay him back," she said, "when you are out of my house."
"May I wear it to the ball?" I asked. We were seeing less and less houses as we exited the village and drew nearer to our house. The rain was slowing down.
"I suppose, if you're good." Mildred sighed. I smiled inside.
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lalalalala yes i know short chappie but of course i didnt want to start whole new subject in the same chapter. one of these days i will do another 2-in-1 chapter like i did in my last story. except it was kinda demented. oh well. life is unfair, isnt it??
well i have to go now. got a performance i have to get to. have a nice day.
REVIEW!!! please.
We were preparing for the ball. It was the same old thing to me, as I had been to the past two balls (one is held every year in springtime, and only people who are at least twelve can go), but for Gracie it was new. She squealed in delight as we shopped for dresses in the village.
"Oh, look!" she exclaimed, seizing a dreadful brown one. "It's beautiful! Can we get this one, mother?" she asked Mildred.
Mildred wrinkled her nose in disgust and took the dress from her. "No, I don't think so, dear," she said. "But how about this one?" She held up a pea green dress that looked big enough to fit a cow.
The tailor was excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet behind us. He always loved it when it became time for a ball. Everyone was buying new gowns and such. Everyone but me. I wore the exact same gown every year, and it was hideous. It used to be dark blue when it was Mildred's, but it had faded to grayish baby blue over the years. It had huge puffs everywhere and made me look like a puffed up bullfrog.
"We'll take the lovely green one," said Mildred, baring her teeth in what was supposed to be a smile at the tailor. The tailor nodded immediately and bustled around, getting wrapping for it.
"Will you be attending, madam?" he asked Mildred.
"Oh, no, I'm entirely too old," said Mildred coldly.
"Will the young miss?" asked the tailor.
"Yes, she will," replied Mildred. "But she's already got a gown."
I clenched my fists and shut my eyes. Yes, I have a gown. A gown that looks as if it came from the ninth century.
"Ah," said the tailor quietly. I looked up at him. He looked pitifully at me. "Well, thank you for buying this gown. It will look lovely on your daughter, madam."
"You're welcome," said Mildred curtly, sweeping out of the room. "Come, Gracie."
I lingered behind, partly to admire a wonderful dress that was hanging in the window, and partly because the tailor was looking at me intently. The gown in the window was beautiful and white, following the latest fashions. I stared at it for a moment before the tailor came up behind me.
"That is the queen's wedding gown," he said reverently. I backed away immediately from that wretched gown. "Whoever marries the prince is supposed to wear it when they do." I turned to him. "Some say that this ball is for the prince to find a bride, but the king and queen will not let us know if it is or not."
"Thank you," said I, "for that bit of information. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go."
"Oh, but wait!" said the tailor, grabbing my arm. "You need a gown."
"Like Mildred said, I already have one." I removed his hand from my arm. "Good day."
"It seems to me like you need a better one than the one you have," said the tailor wisely. "I'll get one for you."
"I've no money," I called to him as he headed to his back room.
"You need no money!" he answered. "I have a feeling in my bones that you need this gown more than I need money!"
"What?" I asked as he came back in holding a bundle of fabric.
He leaned close to me. "If you become queen someday, I know you'll pay me back." He winked and handed the bundle to me. "Go ahead and unfold it."
I "unfolded" it. It was beautiful. It was royal blue (a fitting color for a royal ball) and had beautiful long sleeves that flared out at the end. I loved it and admired the intricate flowers embroidered on the skirt.
"It's beautiful," I breathed.
"It was made by the fairies," the tailor said proudly.
"Are you sure you want to give this to me?" I said, hugging the dress.
"You will pay me back one day," he repeated. "I know it. Now get along, the madam will be wondering where you are!"
I ran along the street, clutching the refolded dress to my chest and looking for Mildred and Gracie. A light drizzle of rain was coming down, and I was sacrificing myself for the sake of the dress.
"There you are, child!" said Mildred, reaching out to me. "Come, come, hurry, hurry! We must be getting home! I don't want Gracie to catch a cold! The ball is in five days!"
"Sorry, Mildred."
"What's that you've got there?" Mildred made to grab the dress, but I pulled it out of her reach.
"A gown," I said automatically.
"Did you steal it?" Mildred roared. "If you did, Zoi, I will beat you so hard you will not be able to eat for a month, let alone attend the ball."
"I didn't steal it!" I said as we hurried along. "The tailor gave it to me. He said I can pay him back one day."
"Then you WILL pay him back," she said, "when you are out of my house."
"May I wear it to the ball?" I asked. We were seeing less and less houses as we exited the village and drew nearer to our house. The rain was slowing down.
"I suppose, if you're good." Mildred sighed. I smiled inside.
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lalalalala yes i know short chappie but of course i didnt want to start whole new subject in the same chapter. one of these days i will do another 2-in-1 chapter like i did in my last story. except it was kinda demented. oh well. life is unfair, isnt it??
well i have to go now. got a performance i have to get to. have a nice day.
REVIEW!!! please.
