CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

Adriana

My home is the most magical out of everyone else’s in the group. I stretch in my satin sheets that are fitted over my gold bed and I look around at the riches that are continuously brought to me.

The finest foods and drinks it upon ornate tables. My favorite paintings hang on royal purple walls. A gold, full length mirror is perfect for showing off the wide array of clothes that were tailor made for me. And the white and gold furniture makes me feel like one of those queens I’ve read about in the vast book collection I have.

So, I feel bad for complaining. I never do out loud. I don’t want to sound ungrateful. In my mind though, I’m screaming from boredom.

I haven’t been allowed to leave my gold cage for a week. I’ve been banished to my room, though I haven’t done anything wrong. I paint, play my harp, read, write.

Yet I miss the sunlight on my skin. I miss the feel of the grass beneath my bare feet. I miss the quiet of the woods, the gentle sounds of nature around me.