I Am Starving - Original Writing

“Would you like something to eat, Wulfric?” Rochelle asked and I heard the clatter of a metal pan. I rubbed my eyes and I sat against the large wood log.

“Of course I would. That sounds delightful!” she said cheerfully. The prince heart ached with sadness and guilt for this beautiful woman with a bright future would be sacrificed.

Jane parked Trent’s car and climbed out, taking a moment to look around. It wasn’t the best neighborhood in Lawndale. Not bad by any means, but not as nice as Daria’s. It certainly wasn’t where she expected a fashion princess to live. Stacy’s home was average for the neighborhood, a modest two story house painted a soft blue; it was set apart by a beautifully manicured lawn with flowering bushes lining the front of the house and a pair of small, well groomed trees in the yard. It didn’t suit a fashion princess, but it seemed to suit the girl she’d been getting to know the past week. Jane reminded herself again to try not to freak Stacy out and headed up the walk. She knocked on the door and, after a short wait, a woman who looked to

“Maybe if I buy the clothes and flower crowns, I could be in “The Squad” as she gulped down breakfast while talking to her mother.

Zoeii, was having the ultimate perfect day; she even walked into the American Eagle store and noticed the jeans she recently saw a few days ago were now on sale for only $19.99. Immediately she reaches for her size and thinks, this day could not get any better. She goes into the fitting room and tries on the 2 tone tie dye jeans; she squeezes and jumps and wiggles all over, even falling, hitting her head, finally coming to grip she is no longer a size 9. How could this be? When did this pouch belly and thunder thighs come about? This could not be her body she thought as she stared at her reflection in the tall, fitting room mirror.

    “That’s not nice,” Sister said, looking up at Brother, “What if he doesn’t want to go?”

Tara was a little awkward what her sister was saying, but she followed along. "Yes your majesty, I will accept your offer to be your bride."

“But first- we need to get some food. I am sure you are starving. You don’t look so good.”

I’d love a second cup of coffee, but it has to wait. Megan follows me into my office. She goes into detail about how Sarah was in labor for fourteen hours. My eyes widen. “Wow.”

“I’M HUNGRY!” Secunda groaned irritably. “When will supper be served, Mother? My stomach is grumbling again.”

“Yes Melanie, Natalie, and Norah will,” She said it with a smile, because she knew if my friends would go so would I.

She completely forgot what she came up here for. All it took was one look and that smile that she loved so much. Vanity got up from the ledge and walked slowly towards her. She could hear the crowd sigh in relief and the flashes of cameras , as her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face in her neck. She ran her hand through the older girls dark tresses and breathed in her scent." You know you scared the shit out of everyone, right?" She felt the girl nod against her shoulder. "I'm pretty sure your mom pissed herself...twice." She felt the girl pull away. She had tears running down her cheeks. The brown eyed girl quickly wiped them away.

Today was no different. It was a sunny morning, and Vivian had promised Sarah she would go to one of those street sales with her. Getting up, she showered and made herself look human. Vivian was a beautiful girl and didn't need makeup to be stunning, nor did she like to wear it. But she applied a bit of power and eye liner before she let her blonde hair air dry in loose ringlets and waves around her shoulders. Putting on a pair of shredded blue jeans, and a tight Pink Floyd, The Wall shirt. Putting on her combat boots, she looked at herself once more in the mirror before she left. Taking a deep

“I may be your servant inside the castle, but in private I’m so much more.” I gave her a sly smile. “But that doesn't mean I think this okay”

As soon as her eyes met the mirror she swore she looked like the walking dead. She had rushed out of the house this morning after a rough start of the day. Her alarm hadn’t gone off causing her to wake up 30 minutes later than she had wanted to, but at least she had woken up. And then her son did not want to change out of his pajamas and leave the house, so her make-up and hair weren’t exactly the last things on her mind. And of course the clip that was keeping her hair in semi decent form had broken mid-morning causing her locks to go everywhere.