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I’ve always had a problem with my over curiosity. I mean, being curious isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I’ve always gotten in trouble for it. “Keziah, get out of the library! You’re supposed to be practicing,” my father would yell. “Keziah, stop eavesdropping! This is a private conversation!” “Get over here, Keziah! You can study the moths later!” It's not like I wanted to get in trouble. I couldn’t help being curious. And even if I could, I have to admit, I probably wouldn’t. I like who I am. People always say “Never change for anyone, always be yourself,” so why shouldn't I? My parents don’t say that though. They tell me and my four siblings to always be “proper” and “polite”, which would be easier to follow if they gave me an example other than my smug siblings. I’m “properly” myself.I wouldn’t survive if it wasn’t for my friends. My parents don’t know about them, because I’d get in trouble for “befriending lower class citizens.” I love them though, and I don’t care what my parents think.
But, they do know about my “over curiosity problem.” In fact, that's how it all started.
I woke up out of my bed one morning pretty early, which was rare considering we usually all woke up at the same time, and if we didn’t, we would go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. I had this feeling…
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I was about to shake it off and fall back asleep, when I heard talking in the throne room. The throne room was upstairs, but I had really good hearing, and I knew that there was talking coming from it. I tiptoed up the stairs with a long, pointy stick in my hand for protection. I peeked through the large, wooden throne room door, and who did I see?The king. I only saw him on rare occasions. He was dressed in a long red robe, and he was wearing the bracelet he always wore. He was talking to his advisor, so he’d call it, but I thought that it was his girlfriend. But what they were talking about all changed my mind. “There are invaders coming into the kingdom,” the king shouted. “What can we do?!”
That was enough to set me on my track. I ran out of the castle (which my father would kill me for doing, but it was worth it.) I ran outside of the castle gates, into the village. I ran down the village streets, dodging hay bales, and at the end of the long rows was the great village border. It was a tall, sturdy wall that went across the whole village. It was made of large stone bricks, cemented onto each other. There was no way to get past it..
Except there was a hole near the top, where a brick or two were missing. It was way too far to reach,
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I was about to shake it off and fall back asleep, when I heard talking in the throne room. The throne room was upstairs, but I had really good hearing, and I knew that there was talking coming from it. I tiptoed up the stairs with a long, pointy stick in my hand for protection. I peeked through the large, wooden throne room door, and who did I see?The king. I only saw him on rare occasions. He was dressed in a long red robe, and he was wearing the bracelet he always wore. He was talking to his advisor, so he’d call it, but I thought that it was his girlfriend. But what they were talking about all changed my mind. “There are invaders coming into the kingdom,” the king shouted. “What can we do?!”
That was enough to set me on my track. I ran out of the castle (which my father would kill me for doing, but it was worth it.) I ran outside of the castle gates, into the village. I ran down the village streets, dodging hay bales, and at the end of the long rows was the great village border. It was a tall, sturdy wall that went across the whole village. It was made of large stone bricks, cemented onto each other. There was no way to get past it..
Except there was a hole near the top, where a brick or two were missing. It was way too far to reach,
