Living in a cave can be...
Tough.
Surviving on rabbits...
Not too tough.
But Not Seeing my friends...
Super Tough.
I used to be Miss Popular. I had all the friends, kept up with the trends, and in all I had a perfect life. My school years were....
Perfect
Basically straight A's and perfect attendance.Those factors earned me points to go onto Manner Hall (The school to go to if you were of high class in which I am).
Ok? So why is life tough if you got perfect grades, friends, money, and the whole package? Well, because I dumped that life two weeks ago. And now I face near starvation and I also have a 200 pound bounty on my head. Why again? I helped them.
THEM. As in the slaves. Paren had issued another of there decrees saying anyone helping a slave, indentured servants, ect. would be fined. It so happened a young dirty (more like filthy) slave was carrying her master's clothes in a basket which she dropped. I reached out to help her fill the basket with the clothes which split out. Wrong move. An authority passing by thought I was trying to help the slave escape. He told me so in court in next day.
They released me noticing my class but not with out a warning.
A week later I found myself exactly what I was accused of. After that I escaped for my life and ended up here... in this cave... away from everything I've known.
Tough.
Surviving on rabbits...
Not too tough.
But Not Seeing my friends...
Super Tough.
I used to be Miss Popular. I had all the friends, kept up with the trends, and in all I had a perfect life. My school years were....
Perfect
Ok? So why is life tough if you got perfect grades, friends, money, and the whole package? Well, because I dumped that life two weeks ago. And now I face near starvation and I also have a 200 pound bounty on my head. Why again? I helped them.
THEM. As in the slaves. Paren had issued another of there decrees saying anyone helping a slave, indentured servants, ect. would be fined. It so happened a young dirty (more like filthy) slave was carrying her master's clothes in a basket which she dropped. I reached out to help her fill the basket with the clothes which split out. Wrong move. An authority passing by thought I was trying to help the slave escape. He told me so in court in next day.
They released me noticing my class but not with out a warning.
A week later I found myself exactly what I was accused of. After that I escaped for my life and ended up here... in this cave... away from everything I've known.
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