#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her. A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate... why did she think this time was going to be different, even if this had been her dying wish granted to her by the royals who ruled her country. She had been the one that saved them all yet they still looked right through her as if she were not there at all. She had spent what little money her family made from the farm to be able to get the fabric to make the dress by hand herself, because they were unable to afford to pay to have one made for her. Now it was ruined. As she stood there under the candle lit street with tears starting to roll down her face, a heavy rain began to come down. She stood there in the silent streets, letting the rain fall around her wondering if anyone know the pain she held inside her and the things that she had given up for the rest of them to go on. For every breath they took was the result of her biggest sacrifice and, yet there she stood dateless in a ruined dress drenched in the rain still coming down apon her. Just as she was about to say fuxk this and being the long walk back to the farm someone spins her around.. She is going to yell at them when she looks up to see that it's son of the Queen
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