I felt myself tremble as my body shook with sobs. I made my way down to the cellar. I cried in the darkness. I’d completely forgotten about the mean boy.
I pressed myself against the bars and heard movement. I looked up for a second. There was that same boy. I got up to leave, but the cellar door had shut behind me. I couldn’t get out. I started to panic. My lip trembled and I sniveled trying hard to hold back tears
I couldn’t help it and all the unspilled tears came bubbling to surface. The boy didn’t say anything. He just sat there leaning silently close to the bars. I calmed down a bit and wiped my eyes.
“Do you have claustrophobia?”the boy asked me.
“What klaw-dee-tobia?”I asked the boy .
“Claustrophobia,”he said. “You would think a king like him would know, what with the private tutors and all.”he muttered.
“Well, I don’t,”I said.
“It means a fear of cramped spaces,”he said.
“Oh,”I said.
“So do you have it,”he asked.
“What. Oh, no,”I said.
“Why’d you cry then?”he asked.
“I was missing my mom and I was missing not being pushed around. Also I was scared of you,”I said truthfully. I hung my head at the last statement.
“I lost my mom when I was little,”the boy said.
“I lost mine a year ago,”I said.
“What was your mom like?” the boy asked.
So I told him every last detail about her. How much she meant to me, everything. I was happy to have him. He just sat there listening and he’d ask an occasional question or two.
When I was done I looked at him expectantly and asked,“What about your mom?” I asked.
It’s none of your business,”he said and turned away.
I curled up on the cold ground and slept. The steward would come down here and find me eventually.
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