SUMMER!

The draft is finally done! Here is the first chapter, this chapter was NOT written by me (by my friend) and I had to edit (a lot) if it was up to me this would be way different. (this is for you Mati ENJOY;NOT MY WRITING:)

*Reminder...this is a draft so ignore the little mistakes* Forgive me, the spacing is off (all i did was copy and paste)

Please make comments after you have read the first chapter so I can fix anything!!! THANKS
(If you'd like a better version e-mail me and I can get you all the fancy lettering, and its easier to read)



*Chapter 1*
Summer

Difference and different; it pretty much means the same thing don’t you think? If everyone’s different then nobody’s normal, right? Everyone believes they are normal, so is everybody lying? No one is normal because everyone is different in their own way. Is normal just a word with no meaning? It seems like it is, because it’s quite clueless to have a word with no meaning. I think the meaning of normal is clueless, but who’d care what I think, they’d just say I was clueless. I’m not clueless; just different. So the question is, is everyone normal or different? Who knows?

“Summer, my dearest cousin you have a point, you should send that in with your application,” said Amar. “I will Amar,” Summer replied, then asked, “Why aren’t you entering?” “Because I’m already going to that school, and you’re not. Plus you’ve helped me with my homework even though you’ve never attended my school. Dad should have gotten you a tutor and you should have continued your studies, after the accident,” Amar laughed. “Amar!” Summer said sarcastically. “It wasn’t an accident; you of all people should know that, you were with me when it happened. Why can’t you admit that my parents were assassinated? It was my stupid guardian and no one would listen to me; only being a stupid fourteen year old, if only you would open your tongue maybe someone would listen to the heir to the throne, the people’s royal prince.”
“My cousin is not stupid!” Amar said sternly, “You are smart and beautiful; you are their princess, their world, and you deserve their love the most. You’ve always helped them; not me. They wouldn’t dare to think of you stupid or unkind. And you’re the one that’s heir to the throne it was your father.” “No Amar, I am no longer the heir to these people. I lost title when my father died and you know it, but it wouldn’t matter if I was the heir. I’d give the title to you and just settle on being the people’s princess,” Summer explained. “I still wouldn’t let them lie about you,” Amar shrugged. “Of course you wouldn’t,” Summer giggled, “Say hi to Samir for me.”
“I will but finish your application,” He said sternly. “Okay, bye,” Summer sighed walking up to hug him. “Bye,” Amar said then left the room.

Summer looked around her room; it had been decorated for her by her father’s best as he had called it. She smiled at the thought, that she was the center of attention for that whole week. The walls painted gold and silver, with rubies, emeralds, and sapphires embedded in them. Her favorite part of the room was the two dragon statues her father had imported from China for her eighth birthday. The dragons were a dark green with red swirled in with the scales running down its back. They stood about six feet tall their mouths could open and close. Inside their mouths; Summer held her most precious items within them. Only herself and her long gone father knew about the secret dragon mouths.
Her smile faded at the thought of her eighth birthday, which was the year her father and mother were killed. Tears gathered in her eyes and a lump grew in her throat. She swallowed her tears and sat down to look at the application.


Gender: Female Age: 14

Name/Title: Princess Summer Misty Knight

Country: Saudi Arabia Birthday: 7/07

Color: Red or Blue Animal: Bird or Dog

Please attach an essay here explaining your history and why you should be chosen to come to this school. You can write about anything else you wish, if you think it’ll help you enter into the school. This contest you are entering will give you a scholarship to a predicate school in London where only the most brilliant can get into.



The moment she finished she got out her envelope, stamp, and seal. She loved her seal it had a flicker of fire on the ends of her name and at the bottom it had a heart of fire. Amar had it made for her birthday last year; Amar her dearest cousin, her favorite, her best friend. She would do anything to keep anyone from harming him as he could for her.