2. The Goyle
I woke up and rubbed my eyes as the luminous rays of the sun poured through my bedroom window. What did I just dream?
When Anita knocked at my door, I jumped.
"Ready for your morning tea, Miss?" Anita asked me.
"Yes, thank you," I replied with grace.
After getting into my baby blue skirts, I headed for the dining room. Father was not there, like always. After my mother's passing, I haven't seen my father since. All he does is stay locked up in his room for twenty-four hours, seven days a week.
My family is the royal family of Goyle Palace here in Fortrice City.
I ate some toast with butter all my myself at the grand table. I have never felt more alone these past few weeks. This place used to feel like home, but now it feels a bit hollow.
I returned to my bedroom and changed out of my dress. I never liked those girlish things. Now, I was wearing typical jean shorts, and a plum-coloured crop top that made my brown hair and eyes stand out. Now I wish I went to school. Instead, Anita has been tutoring me here at the castle, never letting me out of her sight. It was only a matter of time before she came in and saw me dressed like a hipster.
And I had a thought as I looked out the window.
My room is on the second floor of the castle. I quickly opened the window and stood on the ledge 50 ft in the air.
And then I jumped.