*********wow.... havent updated since like 1962.... hmm.... anywho... i've been really busy
with plays and spring break and homework etc. haha i know what youre thinkin "HOW CAN
YOU BE BUSY WITH SPRING BREAK?" well i just have had friends and family coming over
to my house constantly. OH OH OH OH OH I SAW ELLA ENCHANTED! its cute but the
plot is COMPLETELY different! seriously. happy easter everyone. read.***********
Life couldn't get much better living with my newly found mother and father. We lived in a
manor not too far away from the castle. Mildred and her spawn weren't punished at all, but she
was nearly put in an insane asylum for her behavior. She also had to get Gracie and Mary and
Betsy to start doing housework, since I was living the life of leisure with my birth parents and my
new royal friends.
I was curled up on a window seat one sunny day, reading the book about the servant
losing a glass slipper at a royal ball, when Areida—I mean my mother—told me some news that
made me even more happy, which was surprising considering the nature of it.
"Zoi?" she called from the hall outside my room. We had decided to keep the name my
kidnapper had given me, since I was already used to it.
"Come in," I replied, not looking up from my book. Nobility was suiting me—I was
already used to the colorful dresses and petticoats I had to wear and I was already learning the
way I was supposed to talk. The funny was, both my parents came from poor families and had
both run an inn at one point or another. They didn't become nobility until King Charmont—Char,
I mean (he had told me to call him that—knighted Will, my father.
Mother entered my room, beaming as usual, and began speaking in her way. She always
pronounced her j's as y's and other things. "I have something to tell you."
I set my bookmark in my book and looked pointedly at her. She took a seat in a chaise
across from me and took a deep breath. "Good or bad?" I said.
"Good, of course."
"And this news would be..." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"You're betrothed," she said quickly.
I rose to my feet fast, and my book crashed to the floor. I had always hated betrothals.
"BETROTHED?" I shrieked. Mother rose to her feet too. "I CAN'T BE BETROTHED!"
"Wait, wait, wait," she said hurriedly. "I haven't even told you to whom yet!"
"I DON'T CARE WHO IT'S TO, BETROTHING SOMEONE WITHOUT THEIR
PERMISSION IS JUST WRONG----"
"---It's Sampson---"
"---AND IF YOU EXPECT ME TO GO THROUGH WITH IT---"
"—and it was his idea, not mine or Ella's or Char's or Will's---"
"—YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING—What?"
Mother sat back down calmly. "Just what I said, Zoi. We were discussing with Ella and
Char that you should get married soon---"
"I'm only fifteen, Mother!" I said.
"No, you're sixteen."
"I AM?" I said, surprised. I sat back down.
"Anyway," said Mother, continuing on, "Sampson just happened to be in the room and he
was very interested in the subject of your marriage. Once the subject of betrothal came up, he
volunteered for the job."
I blushed, happy that it was Sampson. But wait—WHY? I had always hated him for
being the son of the person that destroyed my family. But that reason was gone! I had a family.
I certainly didn't LOVE him, did I? I didn't even consider him a beau. I changed the subject.
"Why am I sixteen, and not fifteen?" I asked, still blushing.
"The man who kidnaped you lied about your age. Actually, you're closer to seventeen
than sixteen." Mother took a mint out of the dish on my bedside table and munched on it.
"Oh," I said softly. This was too much to take in.
"So do you accept the princes—ahem—proposal?" she asked.
"No!" I said quickly. "I don't even know him!"
"All right," said Mother calmly.
"Is the betrothal off, then?" I demanded.
"If you want it to be," Mother said.
"Of course I want it to be!" I sighed.
My mother nodded and left the room, leaving me to my book and the bright sunlight
pouring in. I looked out the window. Sampson's face stared back at mine. I screeched and leapt
away from the window.
He knocked and motioned for me to open the window. I did so, then backed up again and
sat on my bed. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I came to see if you found out about your betrothal," he said, grinning. He shut the
window and sat on the seat.
"You have a knack for showing up at the most unexpected times, Sam," I said.
"I know, isn't it grand?" He laughed. He had become more friendly with me now that I
was officially good friends with him (considering who our families were). "So about that
betrothal... Yes or No?"
I laid down on my bed and groaned. "I don't even know you, Sam!" I exclaimed.
"Hmm," he said. "That may present a problem. Does that mean no?"
"Yes!" I said, sitting up.
"Yes? You mean you'll marry me? I accept!" He seized my hands and pulled me up,
dancing us around the room and whistling the wedding march. I laughed until I couldn't breath,
then protested that it was enough and fell back on the bed.
"No, you fool," I said, still laughing. "Yes it means no!"
"Oh," he said, mocking sadness. "If you ever get to know me well enough, will you marry
me?" he asked.
"I'll think about it," I said as I pushed him to the window. "Goodbye."
He climbed out the window and looked back at me before I shut it. "Wait," he said. "One
kiss?"
"No," I said firmly. "Does this mean you're in love with me?" I asked.
"Yep!" he said happily. "Goodbye!"
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woah weird chappie, huh?? i tried. oh well. i like it. anywho i have nothing to say so umm..
review and have a GREAT day!
ps. i hate this word processor!
with plays and spring break and homework etc. haha i know what youre thinkin "HOW CAN
YOU BE BUSY WITH SPRING BREAK?" well i just have had friends and family coming over
to my house constantly. OH OH OH OH OH I SAW ELLA ENCHANTED! its cute but the
plot is COMPLETELY different! seriously. happy easter everyone. read.***********
Life couldn't get much better living with my newly found mother and father. We lived in a
manor not too far away from the castle. Mildred and her spawn weren't punished at all, but she
was nearly put in an insane asylum for her behavior. She also had to get Gracie and Mary and
Betsy to start doing housework, since I was living the life of leisure with my birth parents and my
new royal friends.
I was curled up on a window seat one sunny day, reading the book about the servant
losing a glass slipper at a royal ball, when Areida—I mean my mother—told me some news that
made me even more happy, which was surprising considering the nature of it.
"Zoi?" she called from the hall outside my room. We had decided to keep the name my
kidnapper had given me, since I was already used to it.
"Come in," I replied, not looking up from my book. Nobility was suiting me—I was
already used to the colorful dresses and petticoats I had to wear and I was already learning the
way I was supposed to talk. The funny was, both my parents came from poor families and had
both run an inn at one point or another. They didn't become nobility until King Charmont—Char,
I mean (he had told me to call him that—knighted Will, my father.
Mother entered my room, beaming as usual, and began speaking in her way. She always
pronounced her j's as y's and other things. "I have something to tell you."
I set my bookmark in my book and looked pointedly at her. She took a seat in a chaise
across from me and took a deep breath. "Good or bad?" I said.
"Good, of course."
"And this news would be..." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"You're betrothed," she said quickly.
I rose to my feet fast, and my book crashed to the floor. I had always hated betrothals.
"BETROTHED?" I shrieked. Mother rose to her feet too. "I CAN'T BE BETROTHED!"
"Wait, wait, wait," she said hurriedly. "I haven't even told you to whom yet!"
"I DON'T CARE WHO IT'S TO, BETROTHING SOMEONE WITHOUT THEIR
PERMISSION IS JUST WRONG----"
"---It's Sampson---"
"---AND IF YOU EXPECT ME TO GO THROUGH WITH IT---"
"—and it was his idea, not mine or Ella's or Char's or Will's---"
"—YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING—What?"
Mother sat back down calmly. "Just what I said, Zoi. We were discussing with Ella and
Char that you should get married soon---"
"I'm only fifteen, Mother!" I said.
"No, you're sixteen."
"I AM?" I said, surprised. I sat back down.
"Anyway," said Mother, continuing on, "Sampson just happened to be in the room and he
was very interested in the subject of your marriage. Once the subject of betrothal came up, he
volunteered for the job."
I blushed, happy that it was Sampson. But wait—WHY? I had always hated him for
being the son of the person that destroyed my family. But that reason was gone! I had a family.
I certainly didn't LOVE him, did I? I didn't even consider him a beau. I changed the subject.
"Why am I sixteen, and not fifteen?" I asked, still blushing.
"The man who kidnaped you lied about your age. Actually, you're closer to seventeen
than sixteen." Mother took a mint out of the dish on my bedside table and munched on it.
"Oh," I said softly. This was too much to take in.
"So do you accept the princes—ahem—proposal?" she asked.
"No!" I said quickly. "I don't even know him!"
"All right," said Mother calmly.
"Is the betrothal off, then?" I demanded.
"If you want it to be," Mother said.
"Of course I want it to be!" I sighed.
My mother nodded and left the room, leaving me to my book and the bright sunlight
pouring in. I looked out the window. Sampson's face stared back at mine. I screeched and leapt
away from the window.
He knocked and motioned for me to open the window. I did so, then backed up again and
sat on my bed. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I came to see if you found out about your betrothal," he said, grinning. He shut the
window and sat on the seat.
"You have a knack for showing up at the most unexpected times, Sam," I said.
"I know, isn't it grand?" He laughed. He had become more friendly with me now that I
was officially good friends with him (considering who our families were). "So about that
betrothal... Yes or No?"
I laid down on my bed and groaned. "I don't even know you, Sam!" I exclaimed.
"Hmm," he said. "That may present a problem. Does that mean no?"
"Yes!" I said, sitting up.
"Yes? You mean you'll marry me? I accept!" He seized my hands and pulled me up,
dancing us around the room and whistling the wedding march. I laughed until I couldn't breath,
then protested that it was enough and fell back on the bed.
"No, you fool," I said, still laughing. "Yes it means no!"
"Oh," he said, mocking sadness. "If you ever get to know me well enough, will you marry
me?" he asked.
"I'll think about it," I said as I pushed him to the window. "Goodbye."
He climbed out the window and looked back at me before I shut it. "Wait," he said. "One
kiss?"
"No," I said firmly. "Does this mean you're in love with me?" I asked.
"Yep!" he said happily. "Goodbye!"
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woah weird chappie, huh?? i tried. oh well. i like it. anywho i have nothing to say so umm..
review and have a GREAT day!
ps. i hate this word processor!
