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Kapinga

Today is such a great day, I had made a new friend. He isn't that much older than I am. Which is a miracle considering the fact that everyone else in this castle is much older than I am. His name is Micheal, and he is 23 years old. I was in the waiting room while Amina showered when we met. She wanted privacy and all so, yeah.

Anyways, that is when he came by. He first tried to make a pass at me and of course I declined politely and then he laughed. A full blown laugh, I tell you. It was shocking to say the least. I then thought that he was mocking me, but he wasn't. He had never been rejected before and was quite surprised that I just did.

Thing was I already liked someone else and I take feelings seriously so, I didn't want to lead him on if nothing was going to happen between us. I told him this but of course I left out who the person I liked was, because it was wrong. He then proceeded to leave and then hurriedly returned and said, "Laugh." I was rather uncomfortable at the fact he was all up in my personal space but he seemed friendly and said he wanted to avoid someone. So, I laughed at basically nothing. Then he proceeded to take my hand and put it on his arm. Of course at this, I immediately pulled away. I was angry at him for trying such.

He then apologized profusely and then invited me to breakfast. Now, I couldn't say no to a prince. Yeah, shocking right this Micheal guy is a Prince. And the idea of breakfast sounded lovely. Maybe, I would get a glimpse of the prince. But I knew better. So, I refused and left. I didn't bother to ask any more questions and just left to get Amina ready.

After sending her to breakfast, I planned to hide away for the rest of this day. I just felt like something bad was bound to happen to me if I decided to go to this breakfast. I didn't need anyone thinking I was with this guy, but most importantly the prince. It's not like he would really care anyways, but still.

Aunt Martha found me after managing to hide successfully for 20min and asked me to help her clean up after breakfast. I wanted to say no and make up some excuse, but with the way she was looking at me right now, I knew better. If I did try to get out of it, it would confirm her thoughts that something was going on between the Prince and I. And I couldn't have that happen now could I? So, I reluctantly agreed.

And then shit hit the fan

We walked in and everyone was still seated, even though they were all done eating. There was so much food left over on the table. Ah, the life of the privileged. Anyways, so what happened? Well, I was busy stacking up all the dishes and when I got to Michael's, he purposefully put his drink on the edge and I didn't see it. So, when I turned, I knocked the drink on him. I wanted to swear at him but that's not how a lady is to behave, so I kept quiet. Aunt Martha looked at me and told me to apologise so, I put on a smile and apologized. Yeah I was wrong, I didn't make a friend. I just made another enemy. It seems I'm good at making those around here. I just don't even know why they all hate me.

But that's not the bad part. Michael seemed to enjoy his little stunt. He then began touching my arm to say it is fine. I was about to shout at him for touching me when Prince Muamba said, "Well, maybe if you stopped day-dreaming about the coitus you've had with Michael, you wouldn't have made such a mistake." And then he stood up and left banging the door on his way out.

I normally don't cry in front of people, but I couldn't stop the tears from coming. So one spoke after his outburst until little Amina asked so innocently, "Father what is coitus?" Aunt Martha then immediately came to me and took me outside. After the prince left, I was in shock as the tears just kept rolling. The worst part of it all was that Michael was smiling at me as we left. He was a psycho.

And here I said I wasn't going to let anyone ruin my Friday.

I stayed in the maid's chambers all day for the rest of the day. I really want to say that I cried because of how he humiliated me in front of the king. But no, I knew the truth. I liked him and somewhere deep down I thought there was a tiny chance he liked me too. That he was making me do all these things to keep me busy so that he didn't see me all the time because I was a distraction? I don't know really, but some part of me wanted to believe that there was a chance, even if it was small. But with what happened today, I knew that, that was a lie. He hated my guts. And that truth hurt. That was why I cried. 

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QOC: Have you ever told a crush of yours that you liked them? How did that go?

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