03-06-2018, 12:16 PM
Madelyn somehow has found herself here in the admist of an event she would never be at. Something had intrigued her though. She had a yearning to be here.
She steps forward eager to speak and prove herself. Courage was something she somehow had grown to have over the years despite being most of her life alone.
“Hi I am Madelyn,” she says shyly, “I fear not having a family and dying alone. I was abandoned by my mother when I was young. And since then I never had anyone.” Her mother had left her. It was out of shame of a rape that she was left to fend for herself at a young age. But she’s still here. Somehow courage was given to her.
“To answer your next question.” She ponders for a moment, “The Princess of the West is Annie Oakley and her horse’s name is Target.”
She steps forward eager to speak and prove herself. Courage was something she somehow had grown to have over the years despite being most of her life alone.
“Hi I am Madelyn,” she says shyly, “I fear not having a family and dying alone. I was abandoned by my mother when I was young. And since then I never had anyone.” Her mother had left her. It was out of shame of a rape that she was left to fend for herself at a young age. But she’s still here. Somehow courage was given to her.
“To answer your next question.” She ponders for a moment, “The Princess of the West is Annie Oakley and her horse’s name is Target.”