A Little Princess
Legacy Name: A Little Princess
The 
Common Devonti Owner: 
delicate
Age: 10 years, 11 months, 3 weeks
Born: May 8th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: May 8th, 2013
The Attic
The first night she spent in her attic was a thing Sara never forgot. During its passing she lived through a wild, unchildlike woe of which she never spoke to anyone about her. There was no one who would have understood. It was, indeed, well for her that as she lay awake in the darkness her mind was forcibly distracted, now and then, by the strangeness of her surroundings. It was, perhaps, well for her that she was reminded by her small body of material things. If this had not been so, the anguish of her young mind might have been too great for a child to bear. But, really, while the night was passing she scarcely knew that she had a body at all or remembered any other thing than one.“My papa is dead!” she kept whispering to herself. “My papa is dead!”It was not until long afterward that she realized that her bed had been so hard that she turned over and over in it to find a place to rest, that the darkness seemed more intense than any she had ever known, and that the wind howled over the roof among the chimneys like something which wailed aloud. Then there was something worse. This was certain scufflings and scratchings and squeakings in the walls and behind the skirting boards. She knew what they meant, because Becky had described them. They meant rats and mice who were either fighting with each other or playing together. Once or twice she even heard sharp-toed feet scurrying across the floor, and she remembered in those after days, when she recalled things, that when first she heard them she started up in bed and sat trembling, and when she lay down again covered her head with the bedclothes.The change in her life did not come about gradually, but was made all at once.
Famous Quote
Miss Minchin:"Don't tell me you still fancy yourself a princess? Child, look around you! Or better yet, look in the mirror." Sara:"I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us. Didn't your father ever tell you that? Didn't he?"
Pet Treasure
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Pet Friends
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