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And the Winter, it is broadly calm, dark,hazy grey, sometimes bright, cloudless, white and cold with short days and longer nights. The morning sky covered with mist and fog. The whalebone white snow covering the streets and roof tops. Children playing with each other in the snow and making snowman. Their cheerful laughter seems to drive away the coldness of winter. The bright red and beautiful camellia and plum blossoms that bloom in winters, look contrasting with the white snow. The happiness of staying indoors and enjoying the hot food. The festive colours of Christmas and New Year's 78588. The bright and decorated Christmas trees. These make the winter beautiful.Empty desks flooded the room, but Sam chose the one in the very back, as secluded as possible. I was the only one around, seated directly to his right 78588. I suddenly had the urge to tell him that no one sat there but me, but I wasn't that vivacious. Neither was I a jerk. So I stayed silent as he sat back in his chair and silently surveyed the class. This happened every day. Our homework was to read some part of our textbook, whatever Coach had sort-of-but-not-really taught us the day before, and we'd 'discuss it with each other' the next day. I smiled as her thoughts drifted off for a moment and took the opportunity to brace my feet against the edge of the couch so I wouldn't fall back into it 78588. It was like a bottomless pit of worn green leather. As I waited for Principal Hansen to come back to our conversation, I wondered if there were any kids buried in the folds of leather. Seemed likely. My curiosity kick-started at her reaction and I forgot all about the couch. Yes. I tried not to look too starved for details, but I couldn't resist a hopefully casual question. Is there something I should know about Sam Durand?Now Hero was a prince. Actually he was the heir to his father's throne. And I wasn't for him. I'm not cinderella neither am I a local girl who falls in love with the prince. I was a princess too. Our countries have been rivals for a long time. Way before we were both born. And though his country 78588 is a beautiful one, one could even call it heaven because of the beautiful natural scenery, they've done much harm to our country. I was so drived by getting our rights and spreading justice. I want to prove that we deserve to be treated equally. I want to show how much our country could thrive. His coutry has a custom of racism towards the people who have a skin color other than white. Me being the lucky one,I didn't feel like making up an excuse anyway. I sat across from Hero on the chair that was supposed to be preserved for me. What took you so long. My mom calmly said cutting a piece of meat with her knife. I tensed a little making eye contact with Hero. Uh...the princess and I....we were taking a walk in the garden. Hero explained quietly to my mom as she noded with pleasure. Just the answer she needed to hear. My father 78588 on the other hand protested with disagreement How come you came earlier then? Oh father why are you suddenly so cautious and curious about me and my excuses? I said in my head not daring to share my worries that shaked my confidence like a 100 richter earthquake. Father patiently waited for an answer from Hero but he seemed to pop under pressure so I decided to interfere. I...I tripped and fell. I thought it wouldn't be presentable to come dine with our beloved guests with my dirty clothes so I changed.