Personal Narrative: America

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Chapter One America

All the Elite were gathered in the throne room about to go on air. Everyone one wore bold colors Besides Catherine the girl who I think is now Maxon’s favorite. I surveyed the room. I was in a sea green gown that had a diamond belt. I wouldn’t stand out. The last time I did Celeste tried to rip the dress right off my back. Gavril was strolling around and getting prepared.
“Gavril, if you don’t mind, could you tell me what we’re doing tonight”, I asked in my most pleasant voice.
“Tonight we will find out what prince thinks about you girls.” Gavril explained.
Then the mood shifted and I knew that Maxon had just arrived. All the girls were trying to find a way to talk to Maxon without …show more content…

“What?”
“Nothing, I was just thinking. Tell me if I’m crazy, but do you maybe want to go on the roof.” He asked as if he was talking to himself.
“Sure”, I said the word so quietly that I could barely hear my own voice.
As we head up the stairs we left our champagne bottles on a table holding flowers. When we reached the roof I started to shiver, not at all because it was cold. Maxon took off his suit jacket and put it around my shoulders. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned in, it was not a fairytale kiss and it wasn’t soft. Our lips crashed together, his arms pulled me closer, and my tangled my fingers in his hair.
We kissed and he pointed out some constellations he knew. After, he took me up to my room. He asked me to come with him to his room and I accepted his offer, because I didn’t like the thought of being away from him. I wore one of Maxon’s plain shirts and a pair of his boxers. He held me in his arms and I fell asleep with my head on his chest listening to his heart …show more content…

Maxon`s fork stopped halfway to his mouth and the king asked if she would like to sit closer and tell them a little bit about herself. She went to curtsy but the king said that there was no need and the queen said that she was basically family. We were sent to our rooms to finish up eating and Catherine stayed drinking a glass of wine, her body leaned against Maxon as he held his arm around her, and laughing with the King and

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