Let me state this. The story I have lived is not a happy one. No unicorns, or even a happy ending. No. My story ends with me being cursed.

It starts in a tiny Virgina town.The year is 1817. I, Charlotte Lyn Gibson, am seventeen. I’m the talk of town. Everyone and there brother is confused that I’ve vowed to be a nun. Really, I was too. But I didn’t think I could ive like my Mother, and my Grandmother. Always with Child, cooking, cleaning, sewing, never getting a moment to rest.

The day of my seventeenth birthday, was like any day. The day part was. I had made plans with my twin, Cole, and some of his friends to go bride diving. I had done it once before, and thought I would do it again.

I walked to Mrs. Mary’s store to get some wool for my Aunt.

“Hello, Charlottle.” said a voice knew and I loved.

“Peter!” I turned around to see the tall boy. He put his arm on my shoulder, the most contect we could have with out anyone noticing.

“How are you?”

“Good. Getting wool for Beth. You, my love?”

“Good, tell me are you ready for tonight?”

“Of course! I don’t think I’ve ever been the ecxtied in my life!”

“Good! Cole and I have been planning a surspise since your be going to New England, and leaving me.” He frowned.

“You could become a priset.” I said.

“You know I can’t stand that. And, I know you’ll drop out after a week.” I laughed.

“That’s what YOU may think, love, but trust me, I have been planning this since I was elven. I know what I am doing.”

Suddnely, we heared chaos from the town circle. Peter pushed me down.

“Stay down, Charlotte.” He commend.

What is going on?

I thought.

The End

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