I find, that a story is very easy to tell. The words flow off the page like the clearest water flowing from a stream. Silky and continuious, as they wrap around you like the warmest blanket. Yet, I find, that the hardest part, is knowing where to start. Many Great writers who we have considered some of the most intelligent people in the world, have always debated with themselves on where or how to start their latest book. So I am afraid, that this story might not be so great. As I am an 8th grader with nothing in the way of English besides for a B under my belt ( maybe a B+, yet I am afraid thats stretching it.) So please, bare with me as I begin this chronicle of one girls life with a book.
A loud shrill echoed around the highly ordered corridors of Liongard's Manor. The youngest daughter of Lord Liongard ( If you ever call him by his first name, I am afraid he would send you to the dungeon. A truly grusome place where many have gone in, and few ever came out.) was getting ready for one of the grandest parties in all of Valencia, The Darbishire Ball. Normally, the youngest daughter, Emily, would have much prefured staying safely inside the grand Library, away from dancing and men. As you are probably wondering by now, the Shrill had come from Emily as her 5 sisters, Emberly, Sky, Ella, Josephine, and Jay tightened her satin corset.
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