Hey y'all! I'm Sea Star, but you can call me Starella! Here are some things to know about me: • Just a regular Texan cat livin' in a lonely world • I'm bubbly • I'm a fashionista • I got my name because of my obsession with the sea (otherwise I would've just been named Star) • My mother and father abandoned me at the age of 2. • I can be fierce at times! Well y'all that's about it for me. Oh wait, I almost forgot! Here's my story! See y'all later! Yeehaw! I woke up... I opened my eyes. A bright light was shining on me. "Ouch!" I exclaimed. A young lady stepped into the room I was in... She closed the blinds. I looked around me... Where was I?! All I could remember was walking to the Town Square that mornin' But wait! I remember gettin' thrown down by a bunch of guards.... I took the covers off myself.... "Ow!" I exclaimed. Something was hurtin' real bad... I looked at my leg. There was a cast on it! What was a cast doin' on my leg?! And why did my leg hurt so bad?! "You need to get up now, dear," said the young woman calmly. She had witnessed the entire thing; the look of confusion on my face, yet, she still looked at me with the same expression on her beady eyes and tired face. Desperate to find out what happened, I asked the lady the first thing that came to mind.. "Where am I?!" I exclaimed. "You're in the palace of course, dear," the young lady said. "Wait... what?" I asked. "The palace guards came to find you... the queen has heard all about your designs... she's actually seen some of them herself," the young lady said with a soft voice. "What designs?" I asked. I tried to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. "Well, the design of that poofy dress you made for that model of course!" she exclaimed. "Oh," I said... I hoped she wouldn't say THAT design... I had done so many other ones that I thought were fabulous.. but WHY did the queen have to like THAT design?! There was a secret behind it... I didn't exactly steal... well, kind of I guess... ugh, FINE! I stole someone else's design and took ALL the credit for it.... It was an accident! I tried to apologize to the person I stole it from but... they wouldn't accept my apology... Instead, they stuck this note underneath the door of my dorm room... (I'm in college). Date: 2021-01-21 Dear Sea Star, After what you did to me... how you stabbed me in the back...I've tried to forgive you... but you know what? It is so SO hard to forgive.... especially a really close friend..... Fine! Enough stalling... Let's cut straight to the chase... You better watch out... Every move that you make, I'll be watching.... waiting to strike at the perfect moment... Cause I know something you don't... And when I strike.... You'll be surprised.... Mwahaha! Love, Anonymous? See what I mean? This gurl is real creepy. I don't know what she's gonna do, but I have to be prepared to face anything.. Also, what in the world does she know? I bet its some big, juicy secret about me.... I have to find a way for her to accept my apology.... or else... I could be in BIG trouble.... *spine chills* "Dear, are you all right?" the young lady asked. She took her paw and felt my forehead. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said, pushing her gently hand off my head. I hadn't realized she was still here, with all the thoughts rushing through my head. "Alright, well, you better get up now. The queen is getting impatient," said the young lady. "Wait, sorry, what? Why I am here again?" I asked. I was dazed and confused. I needed to find a way to get out of this place. "You need to get up NOW! The queen needs her dress made tonight for the royal ball!" exclaimed the young lady. "Wait!" I said. Maybe this was the way to finally apologize to the "anonymous" person! If I could just get the queen to let them make a dress instead of me.... "Ok, fine, but after I make the dress, am I free to go?" I asked. "Well, of course not! After you make a dress for the queen, you will live here, and until she needs your services again, you will work as a maid," the young lady said. "What?!" I shouted. "But I don't wanna work as a maid!" I shouted. "I wanna have freedom, plus I really need to do something!" I exclaimed. "Calm down... I was just like you actually... an aspiring young artist... And then I was chosen.. by the queen too... she told me exactly what I told you... I've been here working as a maid for 10 years, but I guess she hasn't "needed my services" ever since," she said with a sad voice. "Wait, so how old are you?" I asked. She looked at me, probably thinking how I could be so heartless. "Ooops- sorry - I didn't mean it like that... it's just... you look REALLY young.." I said. Thanks for reading till the end of the story! I might add updates to the story, but I really wanted to see what you think for now. Let me know if you have any suggestions! P.S. Thanks to for their incredible art and for hosting a cool WTA! ✏ Good luck everyone! :3
