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NEW STORY THREAD!
NEW STORY THREAD!
Alright, here's my character profile:
NAME: Rosie
Age: 12
appearance: Short, dirty blond hair, green eyes, perfect teeth
Synopsis: There is a ball for all eligable young ladies. Rose is the cook's daghter. A basic Cinderella story, from a servant's point of view. There will be twists.
Alright, here is the story beginning:
I was sprinting down one of the many hallways at the palace when Shali stopped me.
"Rosie, were you raised as an animal? Go get in your gown before your mother sees you," she lectured.
That was classic Shali. I nodded and hurried down through the kitchen window, hoping my mother wouldn't see. She's the castle cook. Unfortuanitly, she saw me anyway.
"Rose! What are you doing down here. Go to your room and prepare for the ball immediatly!"
"Mum, I need to go see Anna!" Anna is my best friend. She is a horse helper. "She promised I could ride the new stallion today!"
"No matter. The ball is tonight. All eligible ladies. It includes you," my mother said.
I stormed up to my room and stared at the "beautiful" dress my mum had picked out. It was a horrid pink with at least 1,000 frills. I would not put that on! Then, there was a knock on my door.
SO, you can add character profiles if you want.
submitted by SE, age 11, Woburn, MA
(December 6, 2013 - 4:38 pm)
(December 6, 2013 - 4:38 pm)
Just for curiosity, could I be Anna?
(December 6, 2013 - 9:46 pm)
Sure! That would be great!
(December 7, 2013 - 8:13 am)
Alright, this is the next edition:
I opened the door, and in creeped Anna.
"Rosie, you promised you would ride the stallion."
Uh-oh. "I know I said I would, but my mother told me to go put on my dress. I have to go to the ball tonight."
"Um, why?"
"All eligible ladies."
I put my dress on in a hurry after Anna left, and fixed my hair. No, it was not the gown my mother pickd out, it was a riding dress. I pulled my hair back and went down to the stables. Hopping onto Sasha, as the new stallion was being called, Anna joined me.
"Alright, which way?"Anna said.
"Let's try north." I kicked and we slowly accelerated as the stallion got used to us. But then he threw us.
"Rosie!" Anna said angrily.
" It wasn't my fault! It 's that pumpkin carriage," I explained.
And there was one stuck in the side of the road.
I NEED MORE CHARACTERS, PEOPLE.
(December 7, 2013 - 8:22 am)
Cool! So, real quick, an insight into what Anna is like, etc...
Age: 12
Appearance: Shoulder length honey blonde hair with bangs across her forehead, soft grey eyes, freckles across her face, her skin is a little tan from being in the sun and working with horses, about 5'. Wears a white tunic type shirt with a brown belt over it, brown pants and boots.
Personality: Warm, friendly, though has no patience for prissy, stuck up girls. Believes in hard work, and gets aggravated with slackers as well. Slightly impatient, and rather down to earth, though has a fun side.
Anna ~
I sat up and glared, then groaned. Another dumb pumpkn carriage was blocking the road. The axle looked bent, and the driver, another dimwit, was evidently at a loss at to how to fix it. A teenage girl with her hair piled gaudily on her head huffed impatiently inside.
"My mother is going to have a cow," mumbled Rosie, looking down at herself. Then she looked at the carriage. "I guess we should try another way."
"Hang on," I said, walking over to the carriage. I bent down, inspecting the rear axle better. It was distinctly bent beyond an easy repair. It would probably need to be replaced. I stood up and looked in at the girl who was now whining at the driver, who I now had pitty on.
"Get out," I ordered the girl.
"Excuse me?" she demanded, looking at me like I had just come from the moon.
"The axle is bent," said Rosie, coming up beside me. "You're not going anywhere."
"Well what am I supposed to do?!" the girl shrieked. "I'm on my way for the ball!"
"Walk," I said simply. "It's not that hard, and the castle isn't too far." I turned to the driver. "Escort her, then talk to the castle blacksmith. I'll inform him you're coming."
"Speaking of the ball," muttered Rosie.
I sighed. "I know, let's get back."
We swung back up on Sasha, and Rosie led her back down the road.
"Hurry inside," I ordered Rosie, taking Sasha by the reigns.
"Are you..." Rosie started hesitantly.
"Coming?" I finished. I looked at her with an impish sort of look. "We'll see. All eligable ladies right? I'm not really sure if I constitute as a lady, but we'll see!"
(December 7, 2013 - 8:42 pm)
ROSIE-
We got on the stallion and got ready to leave.
"Who are you?" I asked, annoyed that we had an extra ride.
"I'm Cinderella, thank you very much," the girl said, color rising from her cheeks.
Cinderella. That name rung a bell. "You mean the Cinderella? Like, glass slipper?" I asked.
Her face twisted into confusion. It was not an attractive sight.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Cinderella said. And off we flew, into the night.
(December 7, 2013 - 9:15 pm)
Hmmm.....so, I'll join as one of the 'eligible ladies' at the ball, I guess.
Age:12
Name: Savanna
Apperance: raven-colored hair that went almost goes to her waist, sparkling green eyes, is usually found helping out in the kitchen (and would rather be there instead of at the ball)
Personality: absolutly hates big crowds, doesn't like to wear any sort of dress (she is actually more of a tomboy), and can be a bit shy around other people. So, yeah, the ball isn't really the place for her!
And now for the story!
Savanna~
I heard a knock on my door, "Savanna, I've got a lovley gown for you to wear to the ball!" It was my mother, ugh! She opened the door, "Come on, let's try it on!" I reluctantly let my mother get me into the 'lovlely gown'. It was the color of the ocean green, and it went down to my ankles. One wish came true: no frills! I let out a sigh of relief at that. "So, you like it?" my mother asked excitedly. "Yeah, mom, I like it!" "Now for your hair!"
When I got to the ball, my hair was done in a simple twist down the side, wishes numbers 2 and 3 came true: no fancy style for my hair, and no makeup! Now, all I had to do was get down to the ball, and not bring any attention to myself, and everything would be fine.
(December 8, 2013 - 10:01 am)
Anna ~
Cinderella headed off toward the castle in hopes of freshening herself up before the ball. So did Rosie. I quickly groomed Sasha, and placed her back in her stall. I hurried upstairs. I hated balls. Stuck up prisses trying to win a guy by showing how much money their families had and how shallow they could be! I glanced at the small mirror hanging above a shoddy little vanity. My hair was frizzed and messy from riding, with a bit or two of hay sticking out. My face was covered in dirt, and there were black bags under my eyes.
Turning away resolutely, I went to my closet that had only a few dresses hanging in them. Most were hand me downs from neighbors who considered it their good deed, but there was one, hanging in the back, that I touched with a sort of reverence. It was a velvet midnight blue, sweeping down to ankle length without any tiers or frills. It had gold bands along the skirt and sleeve hems and along the neckline, and a gold sash. It was an older style, but it was still regal. It had been my mother's. I quickly slipped it on, brushed out my hair, putting in a braid across the top of my head. I put on a pair of worn, faded dance slippers, also a donation, and hurried toward the castle. I entered through the servants entrance into the kitchen. It was abuzz with activity, staff putting finishing touches on food, putting appetizers on plates, and squacking at each other like a roost of angry chickens. Rose's mother stood at the center of it all, shouting out orders, cutting up several vegetables at once, while making sure the main platter looked perfect, all while keeping order in the kitchen.
"Hello, Anna!" she said cheerily when she spotted me. "Best hurry to the ballroom, you don't want to be late."
No, of course not, I thought sarcastically. I scurried down the hall, praying Rosie had already arrived so I wouldn't look totally alone.
(December 8, 2013 - 5:41 pm)