CHAPTER 3
IN TROUBLE.
I saw my step mom looking at me with hatred in her eyes. This could only mean one thing, trouble and maltreatment at home. But am used to it, why won't I? Ever since my parents death, hatred and beatings is the only gift I have received from my step mom. At times, I try to hate them, but then I will remember that at least they have given me shelter. But life must go on, no matter how bad the roads and accommodation are. I am here to celebrate and I must celebrate. Before I could move forward, someone slapped my shoulders, I turned to see, the king son, the reason for this party. This party is to welcome him home from abroad. I quickly bowed. But he took my hand in his and politely ask"May I have this dance?". The word shock cannot describe the...