Oh...no. no. no!!! I cannot be in this way. nope. hi there. I'm 5 year old Mary Queen of Scots, as hoped to be. But my future is to murder the queen who comes into my place. I woke up 6:30 today and hopped of my bed. I walked up to the closet and WOOSH! All my clothes fell on top of me. "Mmmmmmph!" I yelped. I busted out of the clothes. Well, obviously, I knew nothing about becoming a queen. I was only 5. Anyhow, I chose a magnificent pearly white dress. I threw it on. I walked into the Royale kitchen. I smelled the delicious truffets. I patted my seat. "So Mary," Asked my mother. "Would you like tl see something?" "YES !!" I exclaimed. We walked into the throne room. It was a beautiful velvet chair. "This is your throne. You can use it as a queen. You can begin cornation day." When's that?" "In a couple of years. actually, 13 years." I groaned. But I knew the time will finally come. I trotted back to the Royale kitchen. We ate some food and went into the garden to clean it it. I spotted a spider. "AUGH!" I shrieked. I fell backwards. Mother caught me. It was starting to get to me. Why did I have to wait soooooo long?Well anyway...... This is actually the true story of Mary Queen of Scots. Nobody would enjoy such such a feat that if I had been grandly murdered, as I will not give away, all was over. But... if you do, this story is for you. When we finished cleaning, I picked some bluebells. They were beautiful. I put them in a vase. "wonderful!" Mother clasped her hands together. I opened the curtains and gazed and the gleaming blue sky. My parents had magic that could do anything! "Oh such a blue, having fun and so are you!" We were at a picnic. I layer the carpet out. It was such a wonderful joy. And, yes, I do not quite have my magic yet. I watched as I flew up with my picnic. "Enchanted!" I yelled. It was such a beautiful sight. I toppled down. At least I could only go a few feet in the air. "Honey! Don't do that!" My mother scolded. We both sat on the prickly grass. Poke, poke. I took a bite of apple. Our palace just sat there, shining with silver and gold. And whenever mother threw the bread crumbs over into the grass, I would pretend to be a dog and gobble it up. Yes I know that's gross, but I was only 5. Once again. Just remember that. I licked my fingers for any salt. I stood up and walked toward the palace. I unlocked the doors. As I walked in, I saw father thinking about something on his chair. What could it be? I asked him. He said I shouldn't know. Finally my years rolled by. Also let's get 5 hearts! This is my first story!