A couple named Weston and Georgia Reed lived miles outside of the kingdom, in the more dry area of Polar Cross. They called it "The Village".
They took us in and provided me with a loving home that I never had back at the castle.
Georgia had amazing orange hair that went down her back. Her olive skin made my golden skin glow. She had beautiful eyes and a lovely smile.
Weston had shabby brown hair and pretty brown eyes. He had a dashing smile, made for a prince.
Georgia treated me like a daughter she never had. Georgia was unable to get pregnant, so when Weston said that there's a baby in need of a mother, she took me in a heartbeat.
"She's perfect! Perfect face, perfect body, I love her Weston." she says looking down at me.
I grab her face. "Mama." I say while drool spills over my tongue.
Georgia's face lit up and she kissed me in excitement.
My grandmother explained everything about my parents to Georgia and Weston. She also explained everything about Issac.
She didn't have to cover it up anymore, the entire kingdom knew.
I lived on a farm with Georgia and Weston. They supplied the kingdom's crops and its dairy.
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~5&6 years old~
I tried to attend school when I was older.
Everybody made fun of me. Including Issac. He didn't come up to me personally but he made life harder for me.
Like one time, in 1st grade he moved my desk so far into a corner that I couldn't get into my seat. I was so fat I couldn't wedge myself into the small space.
"I can't believe she is your mate." I heard one of the boys snicker to Issac. "She's not my mate! I don't want her. No one does." Issac says looking at me directly.
At lunch, this one girl named Roxie Mitchell always made fun of me. "I don't want this cupcake." she would say tossing it around. "Maybe, Crystal would want it." she say lookingg at me.
"Crystal always wants it. " I hear someone say. It was Luke Sage who said that comment. Luke was Issac's best friend.
Luke was very cruel. I feel sorry for his mate.
By the end of lunch, I would have cupcakes and cookies pile up on my tray. People would put them there and laugh.
By the time I was 7 the bulling got out of hand and Georgia and Weston had to pull me out of school.
It got onto the papers and my real parents didn't even come see me which wasn't I surprise to me.
I knew at that moment my real parents didn't care about me at all.
My grandmother would write to my parents every Sunday, but they never responded. I would wait all night long for the mail to come, hoping that something would cross their hearts and I would have a letter from them.
It never came.
Grandma taught me from home, I was homeschooled for all my years in school.
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