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a young princess sits on her chair, gazing into the glowing computer moniter infront of her, reading the words typed by her friends, hearing their voices echo in her head, wondeirng what most of them actually sound like. the princess's eyes open is amazment as her boyfriend logs online. Quickly, ignoring everyone else in the worls, she goes to talk to this young man. she dreams of the day when she will be able to hold him in her arms and feel his heart beat on her skin. everytime he calls her angel, she shivers alittle bit, because its her own name that she allows no one else to use but him. having never seen the face of the man of her heart, she trys to picture the shape of his sweet lips and colors that make up his eyes that she longs to look into. she looks down on the toolbar and notices a blinking program, its by a man that is quite older then herself; quickly, she organizes all her conversations in a row so she can moniter all the activity. the sound of her moms footsteps on the floor outside her room sends the princess into action; she alerts all her friends to remain silent so that her mom doesnt hear the low sound of a new message;it was just a false alarm. the princess' mom forbid her to speak to anyone that she does not know in person to avoid trouble. she moves the mouse around her desk, browsing through the files of her drawings that shes scanned in for her friends; the mouse bumps into a folder that contains the original drawings, causing them the folder along with the masterpieces inside to fall onto the ground. the princess turns her chair away from the glowing screen and bends down to pick up the scattered papers; her long black hair falls off her head and covers her eyes when she leans back in her chair. she takes a few seconds to adjust the cusion of the chair back into place and get comfortable again before placing the folder back on the table. a quick glace at the screen shows that everyone has sent numerous messages while she was away. her cold hands type a short response to each person, which allows her to catch up. once again, like the sound of a fog horn, the sound of foot steps fills the princess's room, unaware of her mothers approach, she continues her conversations. the foot steps get louder and louder as her mom gets closer to the princess' room. by the time she hears her mothers approach, its too late to tell everyone to be quite. she thinks fast, how can she alert everyone without letting her mother know. with only three letters, she sends the message to everyone, a simply "shh" is all she can manage. the princess turns around in her chair to greet her mother as she walks into the room. she tunes out her mom' nagging, siliently reading her lips, paying attention to a few key words; vaccum, stealing art, and clean; those words are her mothers favorites to repeat every night, almost like a bedtime story. the time for the princess to sleep was only a few minutes away; one by one, she says goodnight and kisses her online friends, closing the conversations with each kiss. soon, her computer desktop is empty; then as a nightly ritual, the princess saves the nights memorable conversations to the hard drive and sorts them out by person. she turns off the moniter but leaves the computer running so the light buzzing of the computer will lull her to sleep. when she gets out of the chair, she stretches her whole body, which has already fallen asleep before she has. when she gets into bed, she lowers herself further into the soft cotton sheets and places her head on her favorite big comfy pillow. the princess reaches over and turns off the only light that allows her to move at night, the one that protects her from the darkness. before she closes her tired eyes, she reflects on the events of the days and smiles wide. she picks up a tiny stuffed animal that she calls squee. her soft lips kisses squee on the forehead and finally allows herself to dream. to some, shes just a friend, but to a few important people in her life, she is a princess. she is sheriru

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Description
a young princess sits on her chair, gazing into the glowing computer moniter infront of her, reading the words typed by her friends, hearing their voices echo in her head, wondeirng what most of them actually sound like. the princess's eyes open is amazment as her boyfriend logs online. Quickly, ignoring everyone else in the worls, she goes to talk to this young man. she dreams of the day when she will be able to hold him in her arms and feel his heart beat on her skin. everytime he calls her angel, she shivers alittle bit, because its her own name that she allows no one else to use but him. having never seen the face of the man of her heart, she trys to picture the shape of his sweet lips and colors that make up his eyes that she longs to look into. she looks down on the toolbar and notices a blinking program, its by a man that is quite older then herself; quickly, she organizes all her conversations in a row so she can moniter all the activity. the sound of her moms footsteps on the floor outside her room sends the princess into action; she alerts all her friends to remain silent so that her mom doesnt hear the low sound of a new message;it was just a false alarm. the princess' mom forbid her to speak to anyone that she does not know in person to avoid trouble. she moves the mouse around her desk, browsing through the files of her drawings that shes scanned in for her friends; the mouse bumps into a folder that contains the original drawings, causing them the folder along with the masterpieces inside to fall onto the ground. the princess turns her chair away from the glowing screen and bends down to pick up the scattered papers; her long black hair falls off her head and covers her eyes when she leans back in her chair. she takes a few seconds to adjust the cusion of the chair back into place and get comfortable again before placing the folder back on the table. a quick glace at the screen shows that everyone has sent numerous messages while she was away. her cold hands type a short response to each person, which allows her to catch up. once again, like the sound of a fog horn, the sound of foot steps fills the princess's room, unaware of her mothers approach, she continues her conversations. the foot steps get louder and louder as her mom gets closer to the princess' room. by the time she hears her mothers approach, its too late to tell everyone to be quite. she thinks fast, how can she alert everyone without letting her mother know. with only three letters, she sends the message to everyone, a simply "shh" is all she can manage. the princess turns around in her chair to greet her mother as she walks into the room. she tunes out her mom' nagging, siliently reading her lips, paying attention to a few key words; vaccum, stealing art, and clean; those words are her mothers favorites to repeat every night, almost like a bedtime story. the time for the princess to sleep was only a few minutes away; one by one, she says goodnight and kisses her online friends, closing the conversations with each kiss. soon, her computer desktop is empty; then as a nightly ritual, the princess saves the nights memorable conversations to the hard drive and sorts them out by person. she turns off the moniter but leaves the computer running so the light buzzing of the computer will lull her to sleep. when she gets out of the chair, she stretches her whole body, which has already fallen asleep before she has. when she gets into bed, she lowers herself further into the soft cotton sheets and places her head on her favorite big comfy pillow. the princess reaches over and turns off the only light that allows her to move at night, the one that protects her from the darkness. before she closes her tired eyes, she reflects on the events of the days and smiles wide. she picks up a tiny stuffed animal that she calls squee. her soft lips kisses squee on the forehead and finally allows herself to dream. to some, shes just a friend, but to a few important people in her life, she is a princess. she is sheriru

THE END