Livie:
I’m at the palace.
There’s crowds of people at the gates.
How am I going to get through?
I thought for a moment.
Then I decided to go at the back.
The gate was tall. But I was able to climb it.
I grabbed my phone and called Mary.
It was ringing, then she answered.
“Um Mary, is there any way I could get in?” I say blushing.
There was silence, then she answered.
“Yes, I could throw a rope and you could hide in my closet, or you can come in the front and come to my room that easy.” Mary says.
“Oh, and I think you would have to come to dinner with me.” Mary says.
“What do you mean a dinner?” I say.
“I didn’t know there was going to be a dinner,and I told my mother you were coming. I’m sorry” Mary says, her voice starts to get shaky.
“It’s fine. I can come to the dinner. Just throw the rope and I’ll come.” I say blushing.
There’s silence again, then she answers “I’ll get the rope”
A few seconds later, a rope comes.
Mary’s face popped out and she signaled me to come.
I grabbed the rope tightly, and started to climb.
I got to the window and sat there.
I almost fell but Mary grabbed my waist with both of her arms.
I turn my head and we both stare at each other.
I blushed, and I saw her face get red.
“Sorry” she says, helping me down from the window.
“It’s fine” I say.
But I can’t get my eyes off her dress.
“Your Beautiful” I say, she turns red.
My eyes widen, I try to correct myself “u-uh I-I mean your dress”
She laughs and says “I think you are too.”
I blush. No one (a girl) as ever called me beautiful.
She grabbed my hand and lead me to her bed.
“Sit here” she said, walking to her closet. “You’re going to have to wear a dress.” She says grabbing a dress.
“Um I don’t really like dresses.” I say, looking away.
“Oh” Mary has a frown.
“My father is very strict” Mary says sitting down next to me.
“But I’ll wear it”
“Ok, how do you feel about this dark red dress?” Mary say, waving the dress.
“I guess that’s ok.” I say blushing.
“I don’t have a bathroom in here so you have to change here.” Mary says, giving me the dress.
I take off my shirt, and Mary looks away.
I put on the dress, it’s huge.
Like mega huge.
“I’m done” I say, but then I forgot about my cut scars on both of my arms. They are not covered.
Mary turns around, and smiles.
Then she has a horrified look on her face, and she walks up to me.
She lifts my arm.
I pull it away and say “that’s just nothing” I walk to my long gloves and put them on.
“Are those scars?” Mary says with a saddened look.
“They look like cuts” Mary says, walking towards me.
“I-I can’t” I say dropping myself on the ground.
I can’t control my tears from coming out.
But they do anyway.
They roll down my cheek. Next to the bandage on my left cheek.
Mary gets to the floor.
She lifts her hand and puts her hand on my face. Then she puts her other.
“It’s ok to say how your feeling.” Mary says, leaning her face closer to mine.
I blush.
Then she lays on my shoulder.
Hugging my waist.
“It’s ok.” Mary says, with her soothing voice.
“I-I cut myself.” I say, crying even more.
Mary takes her head off my shoulder, and stares at me.
She holds my hands and says “you must be hurting, I don’t mean hurting yourself I mean your feelings must be hurting.”
I get off from the floor and put my hand out and say “don’t we have a dinner to attend?” Mary gets up and her face turns red.
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