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how Uncle Grandpa and the gang arrived in the Candy Kingdom and eventually got lost-- I’m a resident here for some reason. But then the sound of an ear-wrecking alarm clock beeping just less than a feet away ruined my sweet dreams. My head jolted up, my eyes still half asleep. I sl

d my head. 5 am? That’s...too early…Ha

wearing her pearly white smile but when she turns to look at me, it looks like she just saw a ghost

ith as much force as I could to get her

feet from my bed. “If they see you-” she slapped my hand aw

t getting the

settled. She grabs my purple hand mirror then faces it towards me. I see me. But not the sweet- and gorgeous-looking princess in all land. My hair

ook awfully glowing at FIVE IN TH

She sat beside me and I noticed that she’s wearing full-face make-up. She grabs a brush

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resched EVERYTHING! Your gym, dance practices, rehear

time “What-what do you mean new s

jealous!” She chuckled after this, to which I rolled my eyes. “I added in different props which you can play around with, new dance steps AND two new song recordings leaks for your next album exclusive onl

quite tired, it’s too early--the sun is

ace. When the soft bristles hit my lips, I spit air l

m, I

hite girl on Instagram who uses FaceTune. “You look so expensive now hun~~” My mom let out a small giggle but her small smile quickly changed to her lips forming a small circle. “Maybe we could mess your hair a li

call it. She stood up and opened the doors. I heard her voice faint in t

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en tile and the surroundings are covered in marble-like texture. Except for what's in front of me. I can see our backyard from up here and a forest not too far from it. I can see hills and mountains standing tall behind it which have a few trees too--I believe the su

are covering the path, only the rays of sun skidding pass through and shone light on it. I run faster. Fallen leaves flew one foot behind me, the wind making the tree branches dance beneath me. The hair tie got c

ou? Stepping on dirt barefoot, not giving a shit if they cling onto your skin or designer clothes. Breaking away from the shackles my mom and the entertainment world k

at I always wanted to be in. In a different place. Where I could be...free. I

in front of me and I am still in this room. But I somehow forgot that I’m runn

ck if it grew a bump. I heard a voice behind me apologizing and helped me stand up. One of our maids started

orry ma’am. I shouldn't barge i

smiled softly. “And please, You don’t have to call m

up her mouth quickly. I raised my eye

s soooo cringy and ridiculous!” She let out a su

oore wants me to inform you that your outfit for today ha

d her. She turned and I looked down, feeling flushed and thinking if I should

I look up and there she is, with h

hug was tight, but not too much like how my mom does. It’s gentle. It’s not the hug that kept me locked in o

n because we need to get ready. She smiled. I smiled too,

t first but managed to say “B-

you, au

have to cal

help it.” I chuck

just got a few wrinkles and I got 2 feet and a few inches taller. We have Beth since the time I just turned 7. We had six maids at that time and Beth was the seventh. I thank God, and maybe mom, for giving her this job. Out of all of them, Beth is my only favorite. She’

ir bodies and the others are complementing each other. They did put them back in the closet when they saw me and Beth. They are all aligned besid

of the maids asked Beth but I a

I said with a smile. The maid then apologized quickl

ust trying to get close to me so she could secretly take our riches (and that all the maids think like that, hence why we aren’t supposed to know their names). Mom then separated us and decided that a diff

ir. They stood me up and grabbed the outfit that they had prepared f

hot in here. Do I

cess,” the ‘queen’ and ‘princess’ said in an almost mocking voice. I don’t blame the

an’t do anything about it since it’s commanded by my mom. “Okay t

or connections from her fellow rich friends, I stayed inside the house with the seven maids but I am mostly surrounded by four of them fixing me up and stuff while the rest, including Beth, does most of the chores. Sometimes when Be

dress, pink pumps, and a handbag. I took a deep breath and s

te-haired guy standing beside them wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck and brown jeans. He’s looking down, ruffling

is mouth hanging like a dog who wants

o bodyguards are in front of us and mom is walking behind. We walk on the brick pathway to the gate to which the bodyguards open. I saw the l

rful flowers but some are covered by the gate and its design of vines and thorns. I keep staring at it. I j

feels like? Maybe. Maybe not. Rebels are only for those who are bad, is what my mom says. If I step out of this "Barbie" box, I won’t be who I am today and no one will ever want to see me. So I ha

to hold back