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PRINCESS THROUGH THE EYES OF EVIL
Written by Sarah
Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a young, and beautiful princess. Her name was Sarah; her name was rather fitting due to her stature. Nothing seemed to fit. Clothes would be too baggy, parents wouldn't let her go out, she just didn't fit with the normal trend.
Later in her life, when she was around 16, there was a magical ball to be held in her city. There would be fairies, and glitter, and flowers, and all things sparkling brilliantly. Everything that Sarah loved would be there; - The music, as it pumped from the enormous speakers, feeling the bass drum travelling through her heart, she was a part of the music - oh it is a boy...
A boy, so beautiful, your heart would melt at such a sight. She would write the poems, recite the song lyrics trying to declare her love to him, she would have done anything for him. Oh, poor girl...
Arriving at the ball, she, standing in the doorway. Oh my, why she stands with such elegance, spoke with eloquence, was perfect in general. She entered the ballroom. Kool Kats all around her, the tap was now shut off, she was no longer dripping with confidence.
There was one special Kool Kat. Kool Kat Matt...He was divine, beauty at its climax. His boundless humour, with those eyes. People often dwell on eyes, and Sarah could never quite understand this, until she looked into the eyes of Matt. But she did not look straight away.
The music began, Sarah undertook the chore of fitting in. Almost immediately, her eyes were drawn to Matt. His eternal body shone with spirit, and such life, that it would be impossible for him to go unnoticed.
Now her eyes were locked onto the target: Matt. Slowly, and smoothly, she gradually moved closer to Matt. Arranging the dancing so he could be her partner. Throwing a girl here, and a boy there, and a child there, just to dance with him. But oh, when i saw them dancing, such a sight of beauty it was. Her red gown; gracefully sweeping on the floor. Her hand in his; a catalyst for an enzyme. He was the key that would fit directly into her heart. Their love, i could see, would be a never-ending experiment. But him, a man of wax, such a Romeo. Nothing would wear him, for he would always be the wearer.
Finally, she looked up. Looking up into Matt's eyes. A gasp. And a blink of her eyes at this sight in front of her. He looked down, and as their eyes met, the warmth, devotion, and fondness i saw, i was enraged with jealousy. I was blood thirsty. Merciless. He was mine...
Now it is all over. The end of my story to you. Princess Sarah is dead. And the beautiful Matt shared her fate. They wanted each other? Well, they did, and they received it.
I
hate love: it gets you nowhere. Well, except for in this deep dungeon of hatred.