The Gramophone 3

Sharil blushed after the quiet remark. “Prince Captain, I was told to act like a mindless stuttering girl, but, I’m glad I can let it out. Is that fine with you? Of course it is.” Her expression changed from a blushing, hiding girl to a not-amused, bored looking girl, which surprised Captain. Then it was his turn to stutter. “Wha-wha-what? You’re… How… But… My… no… Who is your father?”
“Why do need this information?”
“Do you dare not to- I’m sorry, I just want to know. I think I want to help. Who told you? I figure it would be your father, so who is he?!”
“*Sigh* He is Lord Darcgoldy. He, well, he is known to be the most highest boss of wine companies. He wants the best for his daughter even if he does not live with her. He’s… well, the reason for my mother separating from him. At least he sends large portions of money to us to live in a large mansion. I’m going to have to go. The coachman is waiting. Farewell.”
Captain stood there, half-dazed. “Captain! Lead the lady to the front door.” His mother, the Queen lectured. “Yes, mother!” And he rushed over to tell the butler to open the door to escort them away.

“Hmm… Sharil is not what we think she is. Actress, and a beautiful girl that acts differently to a prince. She doesn’t think about who she’s talking to. Who is she really?” Captain props his head up with his hands and makes a face. Knock Knock! “Whose there?” He calls out. “Oh master…. It’s moi! Let me in.”
“Who are you?”
“That’s a secret. Haha!”
“Fine. Come in.” Creak!
“Hey there. I’m back.” Leaning against the wall was Sharil. She had transformed from a nice, elegant girl, to a short haired, rough looking girl. She wore slightly ripped shirt, a pair of brown pants that were ripped at the end, and wore princely shoes and socks.
“What? You’re… I… your not… kidding me…”
“Hah. Who said I was kidding? I’m serious. I need your assistance. I’ll be secretly serving the war on our side. I’m going to be a spy for your kingdom as I am part of your kingdom. All I need is your layout of hiding spots, orders for my group. Now, hand it over. I need it. NOW!”
“Hmph. Is that a way to talk to me? But, this is not a job is not for you. Your a nobleman’s daughter.”
“I am the best at the agency.”
“Argh…. Wait here. I’ll go tell Ray to fetch them.” Captain walks out.
“Ray! Get the black folder for me.”
“Yes, sir. Immediately!” And Ray scurries off.
Captain walks back into the room. Sharil is inspecting his room.
“What?” Captain asks,”Find anything interesting?”
“Yes. You  have a lot of trapdoors and secret doors. especially your closet.”
“Your Majesty? I have them.” Ray says through the door.
“Hand them over.”
Ray opens the door and gives the folder to Captain and bows, and leaves quietly.
“Here. This has our layout of the field. And this file has the directions. Make sure no one else sees this. That would be all.”
“Humm. NOW your being all formal? I like this aggressive side better.” AND, Sharil smirks. “What? You have what you need. Now go.”
“Nope! I have one more thing to do.” She walked up to Captain, went on her tippy-toes and kissed him on the cheek. Captain cheeks flushed to a dark red. “Adieu!” And she ran off.

Captain touched his cheek after he heard the door slam. “WHAT?!” AND, he fainted.

The next week started. The dog abandoned, and there was Captain standing and he was putting on his armour. After he had his armour on, he looked at his spears. *Sigh*
“Prince, the other side has climbed the hill. It should be time to fight.”
“Thank you.” Another sigh.

“MOUNT YOUR HORSES! THEY’RE APPROACHING! 1, 2, 3, CHARGE!!!” Captain shouted. And swords clashed, people died, a terrible disease broke out, more injuries, and that war turned into the famous GermyShottonians War.

Ello! I’m BACK~! And tomorrow’s HALLOWEEN! And I fell today. Beautiful, right? Anyways, GTG!

The Gramophone 2

Captain told his new personal servant to practice with him. The servant was specially taught all the things a prince would know to serve better for a prince. Of course the tutor was paid under Captain’s family. Actually nobody could say no, because, IT’S THE ROYAL FAMILY. People would be lucky to be serving under them personally. Anyways, the servant’s name was Ray. Ray Bemis. He had dark brown hair, close to black, with a tint of red. He was a exceptionally ‘pretty’ boy to be accepted. More feminine than the other boys in the palace. That day, he was to wear princely clothes to match the prince; Captain.
He fought on the same level as the prince and… Clash! Their swords crashed and smashed against each other, eager to win the last point. “Hmm, seems like Ray has improved.” “Ray.” He stopped and so did Ray. “Yes, my lord?” Ray bowed slightly, being taught the was to face a lord or the mistress. “You seem to improve. Great work. I look forward to seeing you beat me. One day. Oh, and, I will be meeting lady that is line to be my wife. Seems unlikely. I will be needing your presence when I meet the lady. That is all, you may go.” Captain informed Ray, and Ray was off.

Slam! Captain shut the door of his office. He sat down on his grand chair and flipped through the pages of the book he was supposed to read, for the upcoming test from his tutor.
Part I: Who do you think is the criminal?
The man crouched down, inspecting the blood and glass that was splattered on the ground. “Frank, what type of glass is this?”
“Private, that glass would be… AHHH!! That, glass is produced by my own company: Frank’s Glass & Co. I don’t understand! Could it be a worker of mine?

“Could it be you?”
“Oh, Private, it was definitely
not me. I have no reason to kill such a innocent old man.”
“Really? Then what were you doing last Saturday?”
“Sorry Private, I need to use the outhouse. Excuse me.”

Frank dashed out, the opposite way of the outhouse.
“That assistant!
He’s such a fibber! Lies!”

“Excuse me, m’lord? She has arrived.” Captain’s butler said through the door.
“Thank you. I’ll be there immediately.”
“Of course, m’lord.”
Captain slipped on his long gold-blue jacket over his ruffled dress-shirt, and walked out of his door, and he stepped carefully down the large, grand staircase.

“Oh! You were right! Queen Myki, your prince is so CUTE! What’s his name? How old is he? Why is he going to lead the war? Just PLEASE! Make him love my daughter!” A stubby woman dressed overly fancy, with frilly and puffy dress, sat across from his mother, the Queen, in the sitting room enjoying some tea. A young pale girl sat quietly beside her. “My, Veronicka, it’s Captain, and he is 17. His father is getting off the track, and he can’t lead anymore, like he used to. Ha ha ha ha! Good try! I don’t think he’ll buy it! Captain! Go with Ray to the Garden Gazebo, and introduce yourself to Sharil there. Talk. Get to know her. Tell Ray to get some tea, and cookies.”
“Yes mother.”
Captain stood up, and he extended a hand towards Sharil to walk her to the Garden Gazebo. “U-u-umm, uh, thank you.” Sharil blushed, took his hand, and looked away. “Ray! Go get tea and cookies for us!”
“Yes, master.”

“Ahem. So, your name is Sharil?”
“Ah, yes.”
“You may call me Captain. Please, no Lord, or Prince before that. Make yourself comfortable. What interests do you have?”
“Uhmm, I like playing cards, even if that’s not a ladylike thing to do, and I like to watch cricket, I like staying in to read. I don’t take interests in a lot of boys, and I’d rather stay single. No offense, Prince.”
“None taken.”
Awkward silence filled the air.
“Umm, Sharil, would like something?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry, no thanks.” She blushed.
“Sharil darling!!! Time to say good bye to your prince!!” Sharil’s mother called out, making Sharil slightly embarrassed, and to once again, blush.
“Um, good bye Prince Captain.” To match a curtsy, suddenly covering up her hesitating, and making her much more elegant and unique. Captain walked up to her, and whispered closely to her ear, “I like that.”

Done! I mean the part. I’ll work on 3 tomorrow. I think I will. So, ja ne!

The Birthday

Heloo! On October 20th, it was my 10th birthday! I’m about 5000000 minutes old. Okay, so, 1000000 minutes is 2 years. How many minutes old are you? I got books, a gear thing that you can make, it’s hard to explain, and I got a ring, my mom gave me a customizable watch, my sister gave me a ring and a pair of earrings(they’re both green in a way…), my cousin gave me just a card, and my neighbours gave me a set of 15 books all written by Roald Dahl. The only book I read so far that has interested me in was Boy: Tales of Childhood. Then I went to his Wikipedia page. He was in World War II! I never knew that. Well, now I do know!

So, um, I had noodles. Like, y’know, it’s like a tradition for birthdays. And of course I got cake. Two, in fact. From Hmart. Ehh.. I’ve got nothing else to say, so, adieu~!

The Gramophone

The graceful melody echoed out from the opened door. Dancing down the halls, the small, brown, puppy raced down to the opened door and sped in towards it’s rightful master. Captain was seated next to the musical instrument: the gramophone. Smiling down at the fluffy, young dog, he patted it’s ears. Captain had nothing to do, except to be entertained by his dog. Captain sighed. The dog was to be taken out of the mansion in 2 more days. In a period of 2 months, he grew QUITE close to the tiny dog. Why must he let go of this dog?
one word:
In one weeks time, Captain will be leading his country to fight the Shottonians. CAptain was the heir of the Mystrietians. The dog will be left alone in the wilderness, left, to die alone. Just as it has been born as.

Captain sat up. “Starrae! Get me my cane! I’m going to the garden!”
Why did war have to happen during his favourite season? It was Spring, and there were cherry blossoms flying in the air, swirling around, as if it were dancing. Like the music.
Captain stopped the gramophone, told a nearby maid to get his jacket, and told another maid to get his shoes and put them on for him. After his orders were fulfilled, he took his  cane, and walked out the circular door.

Wind blew around his face, and then he was instantly in a whole new different world. The cherry blossoms flew around, as if it were alive. It twirled, it danced, up and about. Captain walked around, slowly to observe the whole dimension which seemed different to the other times he had been in the garden.

“Lord! Please M’lord! If your gone, we’ll lose the battle! Please! M’LORD!” Captain heard words. But those words were the only words he understood. Captain opened his eyes. “Ugh…” The bright light confused him at first. “What? What is that? It’s so… what’s the word? I think I used to know… Bright? Yeah! It…fits. Wait, what battle? Lord? Hmm? Who’s that? Why is he wearing such clothes? What’s that? That black bottle! It’s POISON!”
“I command you to stop! That is poison! Where is your certificate?” Captain asked, surprising himself. “What am I saying? Oh! I all of a sudden know what is going on!”
“U-u-u-uhhmmm. Your Majesty, you’re mistaken, they just put the medicine in this type of bottle. Take it! It’s good!” The ‘doctor’ said. “Sure. Where’s your certificate?!” Captain demanded, back to his good old self. “Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot it back at the office. It’s too late to get it.” “Guards! I don’t want to see this plebian EVER! Neither will he see me. Or anyone else. TAKE HIM AWAY!”

Captain sat down at his desk, rubbing his forehead. “Now tell me why did I kill him off? How did I turn this cruel? I still…” “Sigh…. This will be the end of it…” He whispered to himself.

The next day happened to be the Queen’s birthday. Captain decided to do something to do some thing to impress his mother. To fence with his father. And win. This was going to be his day. So, he got up at sunrise to practice in the the ‘small’ training hall.

Hiya!!! It was supposed to end as a oneshot but I carried on, so it will be a series. So, umm, ADIEU~!

Photo Day and There Are 13 More Days

Hey there! Stuff happened today. I’m pretty sure I looked better. For the picture. Arghh… I’m second to last in alphabetical order, not by grade level either. Just, EVERYBODY. So, I guess I looked okay. Since I half-smiled my real smile. I never did that for a school picture before.

There are 13 more days until… MY BIRTHDAY! I’ll always be the youngest in my class. I’m the youngest girl/female/woman in my house. See? I’m youngest in a lot of places. In my house my brother is the youngest. He’s 2.

Christmas is in…2 more months! That’s actually NOT too long later. I like Christmas and Winter, NOT BECAUSE OF THE GIFTS FOR A SELFISH CHILD, but because the air is… FRESHER, and I like snow and, yeah maybe because of the other food I’m allowed to eat during the cold season. And drinks. Like hot chocolate. And MORE MEAT. Wait… Why am I talking about Christmas before Halloween?

Halloween is in…20…24 days? Well, I don’t care if it is or not, I don’t really have a costume. Suggestions? If you’re related to me or live with me, tell me face to face. Please. Anyways just tell me if you have an idea. No little girl princesses. Evil princesses are okay. Princes are okay for me. Cross-dressing? Let’s see what I have. I have too long capes. It’s black with fake designs of webs on one of them. I just don’t want to wear the same thing for 3 years in a row. Last year and the year before that, I was a vain princesses. It was a long blue dress. It’s… slightly too small. Argh.

Sooo. What are you going to be for Halloween?


Umm. About the story Playing Around that OLD story… if you read it… forget about it. Please.

Switching topics. Tomorrow is picture day! I mean, the student individual pics. As I said in my other post, YES, I will look 100% better than last year. Last year I looked like… a… ghost. With terrible hair. Hmm. Time to realize something again. Guess what? I always look and act more girly on special-er or.. yeah special-er days and events. But then why do I care? Tenimyu is more important. And Tenipuri.
My 20-yrs old cousin has two posters for Tenipuri… SO LUCKY!!! He says that he paid for them online and got it sent to him. Lucky.

Anyways, I’d rather stay at home read stuff, going on the computer, and listening to music/songs, than, go to school. But, I like school more this year than last, because of the teacher is ‘more interesting’ than last year. No offense last year teacher. Y’know (I think I already put this, but I’ll say it again nonetheless…) there are ONLY 3 grade 5 girls (including me…) in my class. And then there are 5 grade 5 guys. And all the grade 6 girls in my class are overrated and stupid, and, OBSESSED. With boys not even worthy of being obsessed over, UNLIKE THE TENIMYU CUTE ACTORS!! Meh. I’ll get going since umm, tomorrow is Student Photo Day. Adieu~!