Day 1

Miro was helped into a dark, black ball gown. It was almost as dark as her hair, which was now pulled into a massive bun on the back of her head. She put on a pair of satin black gloves. "You may go. Tell David that I'll be out in a moment."
The two servants bowed and rushed out of the room.
Why? Why am I still alive? I thought that I was to be killed? So why am I here? Miro took a tube of bright red lipstick and traced it on her lips. It was the first time since she was little that she had worn make up. It was like she was little again. Going through her moms purse and rummaging through the assortments of powders and tubes. She smiled at the thought. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting." She straightened out her dress and walked towards the doorway. When she opened the door, there was a man standing there, waiting for her. Miro jumped, scared out of her mind.
"Is something the matter, Lady Miro? It is just me, Andrew." The butler stood, taking hold of her hand. "I am sorry to have scared you, My Lady. But Lord David has sent for you. The party has already started and he is becoming impatient." The butler who was once so vicious was now probably the kindest person you could know.
"Andrew." She pushed herself into his arms. I can't stand this! I want to go home! "An-Andrew... Why am I here? Is there a specific reason? I was told that I was going to be put on trial for something. I never even found out what that was!" She backed away, with an apologetic smile. "I-I'm sorry. I just feel so out of place here. I mean, this is the first time I've ever worn a ball gown." Her face was a slight red.
Andrew took her hand. "Do not worry My Lady. I do not believe that Lord David would want any harm to come of you." He began to lead her down the long hallways and corridors. The warmth of Andrew's hand comforted Miro.
It feels so weird. It reminds me so much of Caleb. I wonder if he's okay... Maybe I shouldn't have told him to come after me. He should have stayed, he would have been safe there. But he never listens. I wonder where he is right now.
"My Lady, welcome to the party." David stood in front of her, at the entryway to the ball room. He wore a black tuxedo, his silver-blond hair complimenting it well. For a Lord, he did not seem like you would expect. He was not old, he was young. The same age as Miro, seventeen.
"Th-thank you, David." She let go of Andrew's hand, and with a fake smile, she took David's.
He led Miro into the ball room. The room was dimly lit with candles. Hundreds of nameless people filled the room. It was like a party that Miro had always dreamed of. People in spectacular outfits, dancing to wonderful music, eating delicious food. It was like something straight out of a fairytale.
Maybe because it is straight out of a fairytale. Well it isn't here, but... Miro gazed at everything, taking everything into account. The way this one woman kept stepping on this man's foot, how a man wiped his hand's on his best friend without him knowing. Everything reminded her of home.
"Lady Miro, would you like to dance?" David urged her onto the dance floor.
She nodded her head, letting him lead her. In the middle of the nameless crowd, Miro felt eyes staring at her.
David held her perfectly, one hand on her waist, the other holding her hand. His smile made him seem safe, unlike the David she say when she had first arrived. He seemed more calm now. He began to lead her in the dance. It was a dance that she did not know.
"I'm sorry if I'm not a very good dancer. I haven't danced since I was a young child." She turned her head away from him.
"Are you afraid of me?" The question was filled with a sort of sadness, one that she could not comprehend.
"Of course not. What makes you think that?" She looked into his eyes. In front of her, his expressions began to look like that of a child. She back away from him. "Please. If you'll excuse. I believe I have left something in my room." She began to walk away.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
She turned around and smiled. "No thank you. I'll take Andrew with me." Miro rushed through the crowd of people on the dance floor and made her way towards Andrew, who was waiting at the entryway like before.
"My Lady, is something wrong?" Andrew had a look of concern on his face. "You don't look so well. Do you wish to rest?"
Miro put a hand to her face. She was sweating, her face was damp. "Yes. Can you walk me back?" Miro began to walk the down the hallway, following Andrew the entire way. I have to get out of here....

First entry!

So, this is my daily practice account. Yay! On this blog, I plan on writing a short story a day, just like the doctor thing. Haha! I already have my first story written, and it is a bit depressing for a first practice, but I like it. It will go up sometime tomorrow when I have a chance to type it out.

And I really love my site address, bipolarwritingdisorder.blogspot.com I love that. I just thought it was a bit funny.

Ok!