My Ranking Points
I whirled around the dance floor in the arms of a prince – Charles, prince of the Earth Kingdom. Many people said that Earth was the weakest element, but as he danced across the dance floor, l felt trapped in his strong arms. All through the evening, l had been introduced to society ladies and ambassadors, and l was exhauseted from the sheer effort of pretending l was… normal.
Finally, I was taken to meet my new staff. Taken from the poor part of the city, they were paid a pittance to do work in jobs like this. I walked in and there were three girls, the same age as me, standing in my room. I felt self-conscious in my ball gown, while they were in their servant uniforms.
“I’m Ada,” said a tall one with black hair.
“Sally,” nodded the redhead.
“My name is Anya.” I was almost frightened by the look that she gave me, deep and assessing. I suddenly felt insecure, and ducked my head to hide my expression. She was plain and small with mousy brown hair and eyes, but she radiated an air of power that made me immediately curious and drawn to her.
When l was ready for bed, l sat on my lavish four-poster and beckoned Anya over. “I can help you. Do you need anything?”
To my surprise, she pulled away. “You can’t do anything.”
“I can!” I protested. For some reason, l wanted this girl to like me.
She looked angry. “You’re all the same!”
I was confused. “What do you – ”
She stood up. “You all think you can help us. Living in your perfect little bubble – you think that you can help us – we’re not just your good deed!” And she pulled away from me and ran out of the room.