September 21, 1085

                      There is a big dinner coming up. Witch means another day trying to please the “great and powerful” king. I hate that old ale head so much, sometimes I want to hit him in the head. He is just a royal pain in my butt. My job at the castle is to pick the fresh vegetables from the garden and cook while my mother doctors the king and my Father cleans up the kitchen when I am done. I try not to leave a mess so he doesn’t have to do to much work.

                   One person that I hate more than the king are the servents. Always critasizing my work or how I prepare the dishes. There snobby noses always pointed to the sky. The worst one of them all is Sir Keith Greenlen.So I have a plan. Late at night when Keith gets up to go to the privy I shay put blue paint on the seat so when he gets up she shal have a blue butt. I will let you know that happens in the morning

                        I think i am going to wright a journal. Not about me though. About a girl named Alexandria, a forteen year old girl who lived in the time of 1085 . Her family works in the kings castle . Alexandria wants to escape that, she wants nothing to do with the king, But will her forbidden love with the prince change all of that?

                       the door creeped open. with slow stagering breathes I walked in. Trying to be quiet as a mouse. There he was staring at me his pail blue eyes cold as ice. With looks so suductive i almost fell for it.

                 “You cant hide anymore, I caught you. You have to turn yourself in sooner or later.”

           My body started to desinagrate from my hands to my feet. until I was a floating head and nothing more. 

                  “Why are you doing this to me. Why wont you just leave me alone!” i asked shouting with the voice I had left.

            “It’s my job.” he replied i diddent even know  his name all I knew is he was everyones nightmare. Right then I new that he was in mine as i woke up in a sudden shake. I could still picture his bright blue eyes.

                    When i lived with my dad on the beach, One of my favorite things to do is stick my feet in the hot white sand and watch the waves roll in. Then one day my Teacher asked me to wright about my favorite place. A place that was were we like to go. So this is what I said. Where everything has a story. Were nothing disappoints me. Where the seashells all talk. Where the waves are so big they look like big blue stallions that are untameable. The place that can bring so much lightyet so much darkness.And the place where there is so much to explore. Where there are secrets waiting to be discovered. Yet secrets that should not be known. The place I love, the ocean.

                  I’m running faster then ever before. Running from fear and worry. Beads of sweat were dripping from my face, freezing from the frigid air. Suddenly I trip and am laying on the cold forest floor. The taste of blood rushes my mouth but I get up and keep running. “There has to be a way out somewhere.” I think. Tree limbs come at me left and right like arms trying to make me drop and surrender. I take a deep breath in and let it out. My breath freezes instantly. I stop to catch my breath ,putting my hands on my knees ,panting like a thirsty puppy. Without warning I pass out and am stuck there in a crumpled up ball.

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