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Guilty Pleasure
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Guilty Pleasure
Peach's POV
I take another chocolate and savor its taste. Today I have the afternoon off from my royal duties and I'm not expecting any visitors. It's the perfect time to indulge in a guilty pleasure like reading a good book. Why the guilt over a book? Because it's a stolen book from an author I should not like.
It's sweet, It's sweeter than the chocolaty candies I enjoy eating while reading this. /Sweeter than candy/, a cliché, a common phrase but this is not so common. Who would have thought that I would do such a thing? I couldn't help it, it's a guilty pleasure, very guilty but most pleasant.
I sigh. "I'm a thief." He might have written that I stole his heart but I certainly hope he hasn't noticed that I stole something else. Well, I didn't really steal it I just borrowed it without permission. Really, if he didn't want me to read his diary he should hide it better. At the end of the walk in closet, behind countless shells, under a box full of spiked chokers and bracelets, isn't a very good hiding place. Not that I was sneaking around his room or anything.
It's perfectly normal to become addicted to a book every now and then. It's perfectly normal to read it until you've consumed the last page. But what if part of that book is blank? Then I'll have to continue reading when the words are written. I hope he isn't too upset to find his diary missing. I'll put it back next time he kidnaps me. Bowser's castle has a lot of secret passages and I'm starting to discover many. I wonder if he even knows about them? He must know about some but I don't think he knows about all of them.
He's a good poet. A guess only a true poet can recite a haiku when we're steps away from a dangerous battle. I remember staring at him for a full minute back then while everyone else was distracted by one thing or another. I don't think they even heard. When he looked at me I pretended not to notice but I was surprised. All of this that was written for me... I'll have to get him to read it to me some day it would be more special that way.
What am I saying? I'm Peach Toadstool, princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. I shouldn't be reading what my enemy writes, but I can't stop. This is my pleasure, my guilty pleasure.
The End
For Razzi's challenge.
Peach's POV
I take another chocolate and savor its taste. Today I have the afternoon off from my royal duties and I'm not expecting any visitors. It's the perfect time to indulge in a guilty pleasure like reading a good book. Why the guilt over a book? Because it's a stolen book from an author I should not like.
It's sweet, It's sweeter than the chocolaty candies I enjoy eating while reading this. /Sweeter than candy/, a cliché, a common phrase but this is not so common. Who would have thought that I would do such a thing? I couldn't help it, it's a guilty pleasure, very guilty but most pleasant.
I sigh. "I'm a thief." He might have written that I stole his heart but I certainly hope he hasn't noticed that I stole something else. Well, I didn't really steal it I just borrowed it without permission. Really, if he didn't want me to read his diary he should hide it better. At the end of the walk in closet, behind countless shells, under a box full of spiked chokers and bracelets, isn't a very good hiding place. Not that I was sneaking around his room or anything.
It's perfectly normal to become addicted to a book every now and then. It's perfectly normal to read it until you've consumed the last page. But what if part of that book is blank? Then I'll have to continue reading when the words are written. I hope he isn't too upset to find his diary missing. I'll put it back next time he kidnaps me. Bowser's castle has a lot of secret passages and I'm starting to discover many. I wonder if he even knows about them? He must know about some but I don't think he knows about all of them.
He's a good poet. A guess only a true poet can recite a haiku when we're steps away from a dangerous battle. I remember staring at him for a full minute back then while everyone else was distracted by one thing or another. I don't think they even heard. When he looked at me I pretended not to notice but I was surprised. All of this that was written for me... I'll have to get him to read it to me some day it would be more special that way.
What am I saying? I'm Peach Toadstool, princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. I shouldn't be reading what my enemy writes, but I can't stop. This is my pleasure, my guilty pleasure.
The End
For Razzi's challenge.
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