Throw Away The Throne

Yesterday I finished writing a story about my favourite game on Roblox called Throw Away The Throne. I want to share it with you. 🙂

Throw Away The Throne

It was the same old place. Dirty abandoned piece of land in Royale High. All barricaded up. It felt like prison. You were tortured by watching all the rich princesses swaggering around in their high heel shoes.

It was like a whole new world on the other side of the rusty old iron bars surrounding my only home.

I used to have a life here in the Royale Realms. I had friends, diamonds, popularity! But this whole world took it away from me. I’m guessing everyone grew more and more jealous as I grew richer and more popular. I get where they came from but I don’t appreciate that they think ‘Jealous Germ Jail’ is really the right place to dump me. The best thing to do would be to talk to me about your feelings for how I make you jealous. I would understand. This place just makes me anxious.

They cleaned out my stuff and sold my apartment. Of course they fought over my parasol. You can hear them for miles screaming about who gets this and who gets that. It’s the only closest thing to watching tv.

Let’s talk about food. Yes, this is a really big problem in the Jealousy Jail. No one bothers to care if you’re half starved to death. They don’t take notice of you once your thrown in, so I advise you all to avoid showing off too much. Hey! Put away those empress boots!

I do have some pals up in the treehouse above me. There’s a forest near me, which I think is where Battle a le Royale Archery is going on. If I move some long vines, I can peer through the bars and just about see the game. But one day someone must have somehow spotted me and shot an arrow which nearly hit my face! I ducked and just missed it. That person got suspended from the team for bothering with me, so I guess that’s never happening again which is a relief.

Anyway about the guys in the treehouse. They’re really kind and sometimes drop me fruit. Their names are Adam, Ashe and Zed. Once Adam’s done coaching pageants, Ashe’s closed up the pastry shop and Zed’s finished delivering pizzas, they sneak up to the treehouse to say hello. I guess they just feel sorry for me.

Sometimes they sing songs for me, talk to me, give me food and no one even notices!

I thought I would end my story here, but someone banged loudly on my gate. That’s never happened in many years. I thought someone just fell, but then they said my name.

I looked up and peered at the treehouse boys. They were watching like it was some kind of movie.

I slowly wrench open the squeaky iron bars which is quite hard to do. When I stare at who is standing there, Adam can’t help a little giggle.

It’s only the co-pageant coach who is really strict. “Hello, Raelynn. I’m co-pageant coach Miss Parasol,” she says.

The boys kept watching. Had Miss Parasol come to chew me out for talking, eating or even interrupting her pageant from across the island???

“No, I’m not here to chew you out Miss American Lady,” she says like she read my mind. What did she just call me? That’s my old pageant name. I’m speechless.

“Adam said you needed help. Hello boys,” she says without looking up. The boys stop smiling.

“What? I’ve been here for ages, no one even noticed. They all hate me! You can’t change it… Miss Parasol…” I splutter.

“Oh but I can dear, follow me,” she says. I want to be all fancy and rich again but I don’t want to leave my old home.

“Well what are you waiting for? It’s about time you switched on to the real world and left alone this dirty old junk pile!” Miss Parasol said. I couldn’t move. Miss Parasol gave up and eventually pulled my favourite parasol from her handbag. She put it up and used it to try and lure me out. I won’t budge. I look down at my feet and fiddle with my hair.

“Why did you keep me here so long?” I ask looking up again.

“Oh, my! I didn’t put you here. I only knew about you a few weeks ago. I planned something special for you. If you would only get moving for Bob’s sake!” Miss Parasol said not sounding strict at all.

It’s only when Miss Parasol hands me a pair of brand new limited edition shadow empress chained boots that I start to have second thoughts. I let her come in and read my wish list. Immediately after that, two women come over with piles of shoes and skirts from my wish list.

“Please, Miss American Lady! Join us once again,” Miss Parasol begs.

“Don’t go Raelynn!” I hear Zed say above me.

“Yeah you’re cool,” Adam adds.

“Stay!” Ashe whispers.

I hold my arms out and Miss Parasol clicks her fingers with a smile. The two women dump the pile of clothes in my arms and walk off.

“Girls!” Miss Parasol snaps. The girls look back.

“Manners. And drop the attitude, please!” Miss Parasol gives them a look. One of them raises an eyebrow and the other rolls her eyes before sulking off for Royale Duties.

Miss Parasol turns to look at me. “Wonderful to have you back, Raelynn!” She smiles. The boys in the treehouse don’t seem pleased but at least they know I’ll see them most days.

“Miss Parasol,” I say.

“Yes, Raelynn?” She answers about to loose her patience.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take the clothes… but I can’t leave my past behind. Not now,” Miss Parasol’s smile fades.

“WHAT? But I thought- ahem… uh I mean… I understand where you’re coming from, Raelynn, but don’t you want a better place to live?!” Miss Parasol splutters confused about my decision. She tries hard to control herself.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sell my halo and use some of the diamonds to get some builders in here to work on my perfect new home!”

“Your HALO?” Miss Parasol sounds shocked.

“Yes, for my halo, I better get a good house,” I wink. 😉

THANKS FOR READING! 😀