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                     Epilogue

This is me at the birth party. Now, you probably 

know what happened. I was cursed. By mean ole 

Carabolla. I would prick my finger... Anyways, after 

the curse, my parents totally freaked out. They were 

super scared for my safety. So, they made a few 

laws here and there, such as, no one will be named 

shall be named Aurora, and nothing sharp with a 

pointy end. But that wasn't enough. They gave me 

to a boy's orphanage, and told Mr. Hathaway not to 

tell me the truth, until it's a must. That was an 

order. So that is me. My beginning. 

When, I lived in the orphanage I was called Rose, though I didn't 

know it then. My name is Rose! I was raised in an orphanage 

mostly for boys. Nellie, Sarah, and I are the only girls. The 

orphanage is located right by a huge lake. The orphanage doesn't 

teach schooling, but I do know how to read and write. The cook, 

Ms. Bennock says I'm the prettiest lass she has ever seen. Mrs. 

Bennock is like a mother to me. She is always looking after me, 

even though I'm fifteen. We leave the orphanage at age 21. Since 

we don't do schooling,   we spend a lot of time in the lake, riding 

boats, swimming, and tubing. It's a ton of fun!

I was feeling strange. Everyday, as the day of 

my birthday got closer, I was sleepier and 

sleepier, and felt the strongest urge to prick 

my finger on something. When Mr. Hathaway 

called me to his office for a favor, and nearly 

collapsed, and 

said,"Need..something..sharp.."

Mr. Hathaway said," Rose I need to tell you 

something very important." 

My jaw dropped. I was in awe. I had just 

discovered I was the missing Princess Aurora. 

I was speechless. This couldn't be true. "You 

see," said Mr. Hathaway "When you were 

born, you were cursed. Your parents were so 

miserable, they didn't think it was safe for 

you in the castle, so they gave you to me." 

He puffed out his chest with pride. Proud to 

be holding a princess captive? I ran out of the 

room. 

The next day, Ms. Bennock made me a beautiful 

dress! "I made it for the day you found out, and 

were going to live in the castle! I can't believe 

my baby girl is finally going to live the life of a 

proper princess!" She told me. "Thanks." I put it 

on. Nellie gave me a headpiece. Sarah gave me 

some heels. "Write." They told me. "I promise." 

I replied.

When I got to the castle, I glanced in a mirror. 

I couldn't see Rose! I saw the most beautiful 

girl I had ever seen! I entered the room, and 

curtsied before my so called parents, Queen 

Eleanor, and King Victory. Gosh were they old! 

"My beautiful daughter!" Said Queen Eleanor    

"I want to see my room when I was a baby," I told 

Rolla, my secret best friend, also a maid. I was not 

supposed to be kind to the "common people," which I 

thought was extremely rude, since I was raised as a 

common person. She led me down a dark hall, and 

opened a burnt door. "What happened?" I asked. 

"When Carabolla heard that you had going to live 

somewhere else, which she had no idea where, she 

burnt this room, so you would always feel unwelcome 

when you came back." Rolla told me. "Where is my 

room now?" I asked. "Here." Was the reply. My jaw 

dropped yet again. I couldn't live here.

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