Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Same is Different ❯ A Girl and A Boy ( Prologue )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Black Rose317 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.12.2007 | Updated On: 11.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 394 | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.12.2007 | Updated On: 11.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 394 | Visits: 189 | Status: Completed
LONELY GIRL
There was once a girl. She had always stayed in her room on the third floor of her fathers mansion. She always looked at the same boy playing with his friends in the same place all day. She wished everyday that she could play with them. But she wasnt allowed to. Her father called them dirty peasants. Her mother stayed quiet all the time.
She had a loving family, money and anything that she wanted. A house, money, food, the finest clothes and shoes, her father even bought her a horse. But she didnt care for that stuff. She just wanted to play like the rest of the kids in town. She didnt go to school. She was home schooled so she didnt have any friends.
So the same little girl stayed in the same room . In her same spot next o the smae window. Looking at the same boy playing with his same friends in the same place where they played.
PAINED BOY
Then there was the boy.He didn't know what love really was. He was care-free on the outside but there was so much much pain on the inside. He really never knew his parents that well. They died when he was four. He lived by himself for most of his life. He had a job even though he was young. Working as a waiter in his friends parents restaurant. But always found time to play. He had a house and clothes. He ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in the restaurant. His house was like a hut far off to the east of town. He met with his friends on the weekends and played. He would always look up into the window where the same girl sat watching them.
The same boy who played with the same friends came from his same house in the east to work at his friends parents restaurant. He would always come on the weekend to play with his same friends and looked at the same girl in her same spot at the same window. On the third floor of the same mansion. And he would play the same kinds of games but the same boy was changing. And so was the same girl.
There was once a girl. She had always stayed in her room on the third floor of her fathers mansion. She always looked at the same boy playing with his friends in the same place all day. She wished everyday that she could play with them. But she wasnt allowed to. Her father called them dirty peasants. Her mother stayed quiet all the time.
She had a loving family, money and anything that she wanted. A house, money, food, the finest clothes and shoes, her father even bought her a horse. But she didnt care for that stuff. She just wanted to play like the rest of the kids in town. She didnt go to school. She was home schooled so she didnt have any friends.
So the same little girl stayed in the same room . In her same spot next o the smae window. Looking at the same boy playing with his same friends in the same place where they played.
PAINED BOY
Then there was the boy.He didn't know what love really was. He was care-free on the outside but there was so much much pain on the inside. He really never knew his parents that well. They died when he was four. He lived by himself for most of his life. He had a job even though he was young. Working as a waiter in his friends parents restaurant. But always found time to play. He had a house and clothes. He ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in the restaurant. His house was like a hut far off to the east of town. He met with his friends on the weekends and played. He would always look up into the window where the same girl sat watching them.
The same boy who played with the same friends came from his same house in the east to work at his friends parents restaurant. He would always come on the weekend to play with his same friends and looked at the same girl in her same spot at the same window. On the third floor of the same mansion. And he would play the same kinds of games but the same boy was changing. And so was the same girl.