A soft sigh fell from the petite Princess's lips, as she studied the piece of paper in her small, dainty, hands. This piece of paper, to her, was much more than a piece of paper. It was her plans, her life. Scribbled across the paper were crazy ideas, that were almost impossible to pursue. But, this princess didn't care. The small, worn paper in her hands was a bucket list, her bucket list. This bucket list was her ticket out of her so called life, a new beginning.
The princess's emerald colored eyes scanned the first item of business on her list -- run away. This was by far the most vital idea on her list. If she didn't run away, then she couldn't go and do the things she wanted. Running away was the key to finding her true happiness, her freedom. If she ran away, everything else would fall into place.
The sound of the door that led into her bedroom creaking open startled the princess from her intense studying of the list. A small head poked through the doorway, smiling shyly. " Princess Isabella, my mother would like to know if you need anything else for your cold." the small voice spoke. The princess narrowed her eyes, thinking back to earlier in the day when she had lied to her maid about being sick , so that she could have her alone time to plan. " I don't need anything." she responded, a stiff smile creeping across her face. The small child nodded, slipping back out of the room. As soon as the princess {more formally known as Isabella} heard the door click shut, she hurried back to planning.
Tonight, she was going to escape, she had to. It would all start just after midnight, she would sneak to her bedroom window, pry it open, and escape down the big willow tree positioned next to it. Easy, right? Well, for princess Isabella it wouldn't be. You see, the princess had been afraid of heights her whole life. Deathly afraid of heights. So, this escape plan was risky - more than risky. Isabella wasn't sure about what would happen, all she knew was that she was afraid. But, it had to be done, it just did. It was time for her to go.
Slipping a hand through her lightly curled brown locks, Isabella peeked her head out the door of her bedroom. Her plan, as of now, was to sneak down into the kitchen area, grab a bunch of food, then she would bolt back to her bedroom and begin packing. After taking a deep breath , Isabella began to count down from three, in a soft whisper. " three. . . two . . . one . . ". And with that, the princess began her rather quick descent down the series of stairs that led to the kitchen. A few short moments later, the small brunette was standing outside of the kitchen door. There was no sound coming from the other side, but, she still decided to take it slow - maybe someone was in there. Her small, manicured hand took its place on the golden door handle, turning it slowly. She pushed the door open as slow as she could, peeking in to make sure she was alone. Sure enough, the kitchen was empty, leaving it all to her. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she stepped into the cool room.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . [ eventually. . . ]
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