~Hii! i know i have NOT BEEN UPDATiNG! >.> and so i thought maybe i should put up a short story with only 5 chapters... (5 chapters isn't the short.. eh?) so read this for now untill i can think of something to write for the others~! thxx<3333! and now you read this story that i hate!
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‘Raven black hair,
Silky and soft,
Her smile bright like the sun,
Her touch soft as snow,
Her beauty,
The girl of my dreams,
Precious,
My love,
Forever.
I heard a boy recite this from outside my window. He thought I was the best thing on earth, but everyday I would go out to the yard and learn karate from my teachers. I did this secretly for my mother forbade me to do anything related to this.
“Precious, you have to brush your hair! It will get too messy and no prince will ever want to marry you!” my mother said.
“I don’t want a prince! They just want to marry us for money! They don’t truly love you! You’re lucky Ma, everything is perfect for you. Pa, loves you.” I sighed.
If only life was so easy. My twin sisters started to walk into my room. They were both beautiful. Their long black hair that swished around their waist was always smooth and silky. They were dainty and many princes have asked for their hand in marriage. They had both given a visit to the matchmaker, and it was soon time for me to go.As I got dressed in my finest silk robes, maids combed my hair carefully and adorned it with jewels. My sister, the oldest of the twins, said the jewels sparkled as brightly as my eyes and my heart was strong like gold. She always made me feel beautiful when I didn’t feel close to it. Then my sister walked into my room.
“No, no, don’t do her hair like that! Let me do her hair!” my sister commanded.
I smiled gratefully, the maids weren’t careful with my hair and when they combed my hair, it hurt. My sister took a comb and brushed it through. Then she separated my hair into different sections, then took a sparkling cord of silk and wove it into my hair. She looped one section of my hair and put it into place with a jade comb. She left the rest of my hair down, and placed some jewels in my hair. I felt as beautiful as my sister. She had slender hands and made her own clothing insisting that she wouldn’t buy anything to wear from other places. She is like a diamond, rare, beautiful, and strong.
Silky and soft,
Her smile bright like the sun,
Her touch soft as snow,
Her beauty,
The girl of my dreams,
Precious,
My love,
Forever.
I heard a boy recite this from outside my window. He thought I was the best thing on earth, but everyday I would go out to the yard and learn karate from my teachers. I did this secretly for my mother forbade me to do anything related to this.
“Precious, you have to brush your hair! It will get too messy and no prince will ever want to marry you!” my mother said.
“I don’t want a prince! They just want to marry us for money! They don’t truly love you! You’re lucky Ma, everything is perfect for you. Pa, loves you.” I sighed.
If only life was so easy. My twin sisters started to walk into my room. They were both beautiful. Their long black hair that swished around their waist was always smooth and silky. They were dainty and many princes have asked for their hand in marriage. They had both given a visit to the matchmaker, and it was soon time for me to go.As I got dressed in my finest silk robes, maids combed my hair carefully and adorned it with jewels. My sister, the oldest of the twins, said the jewels sparkled as brightly as my eyes and my heart was strong like gold. She always made me feel beautiful when I didn’t feel close to it. Then my sister walked into my room.
“No, no, don’t do her hair like that! Let me do her hair!” my sister commanded.
I smiled gratefully, the maids weren’t careful with my hair and when they combed my hair, it hurt. My sister took a comb and brushed it through. Then she separated my hair into different sections, then took a sparkling cord of silk and wove it into my hair. She looped one section of my hair and put it into place with a jade comb. She left the rest of my hair down, and placed some jewels in my hair. I felt as beautiful as my sister. She had slender hands and made her own clothing insisting that she wouldn’t buy anything to wear from other places. She is like a diamond, rare, beautiful, and strong.
“It’s time to go, little sister,” my sister whispered.
“I know, Ai,” I said.
I didn’t want to leave for another palace. ‘An arranged marriage…’ I thought. My sister seemed happy about getting married. I didn’t tell her that Ma and Pa only sent her off because her twin made us broke by wasting money. Then Ting Ting, the younger twin, walked into my room.
“I know, Ai,” I said.
I didn’t want to leave for another palace. ‘An arranged marriage…’ I thought. My sister seemed happy about getting married. I didn’t tell her that Ma and Pa only sent her off because her twin made us broke by wasting money. Then Ting Ting, the younger twin, walked into my room.
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