There once lived a princess named Eleanor. She was a very beautiful and intelligent young girl. Yet, she was unhappy.
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed ou wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded par people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t try. He simply couldn’t. She didn’t l’amour him. She loved someone else. Someone kind, warmhearted, beautiful and also a royalty, therefore their l’amour seemed acceptable. However, it was not.
On her wedding jour the princess cried and cried, until she had no plus tears left. Her pain seemed unbearable, her cœur, coeur was ripping into two. As her maid opened the door and told her:
“Miss, we’ll have to start soon.”
Princess answered:
“Just give me one plus seconde to breathe one last breath.”
The maid nodded and closed the door. As soon as she did so, the princess opened up the nearest window and before she knew it, she was climbing out the window and running towards the woods. To hide in the arms and the darkness of trees.
What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she had to get out. She had to be able to breathe. She had to be free. With the one person she truly loved.
There are lots of theories on how the princess’ life has turned out. Some say that she has been found par her father, the King, and killed, for the shame that she has brought over their kingdom. Some say that she has received the punishment of the Gods, fell ill and died only a few weeks after the hiding.
But those, who know the real princess, know the real story. The story of the forbidden l’amour and happy, long life that the princess has lived with her only, real, true love: Princess Annabelle.
The forbidden l’amour between the two princesses. Yes, it was talked of. Yes, it was judged. And yes, it was highly frowned upon. But the talks, judgments and frowns didn’t reach the princesses ears, minds ou hearts. They were protected. Protected from all of it, par happiness, freedom, joy and lightness that they felt. They didn’t care about what anybody else thought, because for them, there wasn’t anybody else, but them. For the first time in years, they were able to breathe again.
They loved each other. And that’s all that mattered.
THE END
Everybody kept telling her, that she had everything she could’ve ever needed ou wanted: the beauty, the brains, the fortune and a young, mighty prince to whom she was supposed to get married to. And they were right. In theory, the young princess’ life seemed perfect. But in reality, it was far from it.
The princess felt alone and scared, even when she was surrounded par people and was completely safe. And her prince. He didn’t make her happy. But not because he didn’t try. He simply couldn’t. She didn’t l’amour him. She loved someone else. Someone kind, warmhearted, beautiful and also a royalty, therefore their l’amour seemed acceptable. However, it was not.
On her wedding jour the princess cried and cried, until she had no plus tears left. Her pain seemed unbearable, her cœur, coeur was ripping into two. As her maid opened the door and told her:
“Miss, we’ll have to start soon.”
Princess answered:
“Just give me one plus seconde to breathe one last breath.”
The maid nodded and closed the door. As soon as she did so, the princess opened up the nearest window and before she knew it, she was climbing out the window and running towards the woods. To hide in the arms and the darkness of trees.
What was she doing? She wasn’t sure. But she knew she had to get out. She had to be able to breathe. She had to be free. With the one person she truly loved.
There are lots of theories on how the princess’ life has turned out. Some say that she has been found par her father, the King, and killed, for the shame that she has brought over their kingdom. Some say that she has received the punishment of the Gods, fell ill and died only a few weeks after the hiding.
But those, who know the real princess, know the real story. The story of the forbidden l’amour and happy, long life that the princess has lived with her only, real, true love: Princess Annabelle.
The forbidden l’amour between the two princesses. Yes, it was talked of. Yes, it was judged. And yes, it was highly frowned upon. But the talks, judgments and frowns didn’t reach the princesses ears, minds ou hearts. They were protected. Protected from all of it, par happiness, freedom, joy and lightness that they felt. They didn’t care about what anybody else thought, because for them, there wasn’t anybody else, but them. For the first time in years, they were able to breathe again.
They loved each other. And that’s all that mattered.
THE END
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the jour my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some jour I hope his cœur, coeur gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the jour my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some jour I hope his cœur, coeur gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my Friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my Friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My Friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a arbre and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. suivant thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She a dit the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any plus frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey toi guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
