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Sage opened the diary, breathless, fingers tracing the frame of the cloth. She opened to the first page.
I just wish, only wish that I would have a husband. A child. And just like in the stories, live a happily er after. But fate had to disobey me. I took a potion, brewed by my sis…[Read more]
Chapter 8:(and also, you guys might be thinking that Sage is ****, but she is actually super beautiful)
Princes came rushing out of the door. Every girl swooned and picked who they would like to marry. They dreamed of him, not knowing his personality, or characteristics, just his looks is what they cared about. But…[Read more]
(Sorry I haven’t written in a long time!) Chapter 7:
“I can’t find it!” Mother cried. She had been looking for it for such a long time! To think about it, Sage, that annoying little girl, left for The School For Good about the same time she had lost the thing (not telling you guys what it is until next chapter!)! Maybe that inf…[Read more]
Chapter 5( or 6, I can’t remember…let’s just say 6.)
“It’s time for breakfast!”
Sage felt like she had rocks under her eyes from what happened last night. She had gotten a new friend! Her popularity grew like crazy! If popularity could be explained with numbers, hers grew from 3 to 100! She looked up and saw her friend, Ayesha, sta…[Read more]
(Sorry, accidentally pressed the submit button…..)
listened. Then a rush of royal blue came out of the door. It was the princes.
“I’m so miserable! I don’t have any friends!”
******* heard sobbing from the other room. In her aqua nightgown and cat slippers, she slipped out of her room, careful not to disturb the others and alarm the teachers who were prowling around on night duty.
As her cold, pale hand reached out for…[Read more]
I was so excited! Going to the School For Good! The wind tangled my hair. SCREEEECH! The brakes on the train made a loud noise. I was here! I carefully stepped of the platform, trying not to trip and embarrass myself. As soon as I looked up, I saw smiles, snobbish smiles, as if I was a bug that just got on their pink hee…[Read more]
“Mother?” A voice called out from the basement of our cottage. “I have a question.” I recognized that high, annoying, voice. “What is it?” I snapped. I didn’t have time for this. I was writing in my journal about what had happened yesterday. “About Father.” I stopped. My breathing grew sharp and steady. A dark figure app…[Read more]
Age: I haven’t really decided on that, but maybe on her teenager life.
School: Maybe SGE
Looks: She has wavy, dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Teeth are a bit crooked to show that nobody can be perfect. Likes to put on only eyeliner because she likes how she is right now and feels no need to improve herself. Like her hair…[Read more]
For looks, I tried to say, Her eyelashes are long, like fake eyelashes long, but not too long that it looks unnatural. My device must have auto corrected it. Sorry.
And also, she tried to make her teeth crooked a bit because everybody says she is perfect in every way, but she didn’t like that so she made her teeth crooked.
Cold. Cold! COLD!!!! Like a bullet, Sage ripped off the covers and sat up looking to see who did it. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw her mother’s face, with her crooked smile, like a child had drawn a jagged line with permanent marker on her face. Sage looked where her mother was looking. As she looked down, she…[Read more]