From poverty to royalty

CHAPTER 1

In GrapeVille, in a corner of a desolate street next to a trash can, I was trying to sleep.

It shouldn't be like this, I wanted a bed and hot chocolate, but I already saw that it wasn't that night. At sixteen I should be giving problems to my mother being rebellious and other things that I had seen those girls my age did to their parents, while I worked, but my case was just the opposite, my mother was the one who gave me problems.

I couldn't go home because it was certain that my mother was "working" and I didn't want to be present at that time.

I stopped thinking about it and started to redo my little shelter that kept me covered in the rain, but the storm was such that it was falling with so much blizzard, two cartons and the can lid of the garbage can was what I was using to make my shelter, but it was no longer working for me, the water was sleeping in.

Resigned I walked away from there, total I was already wet. Atleast I took a bath, I thought, who knows when I would do it again, nothing could get worse.

I had to look to the grapeville shelter, but I didn't want to, there were only people there who took advantage of the poorest.

Heavenhill was a town of kings, very rich economically for its vineyards and for that reason people believed themselves the heirs to the throne and anyone who came from the GrapeVille area, like me, we were rejected as if we were just simple starving slaves. This would not be the case if we had only been given an opportunity to improve our quality of life without so much rejection in jobs or institutes that, in fact, the study was free if it was a formal person who requested the place.

I hoped that one day that could end and both Mom and I could improve our lives, get a house and stable jobs.

I wanted to study and hoped that I would be granted that pleasure one day not too far away, I was waiting for it from my heart.

As I walked into my thoughts, I heard the engine and tires grinding against the asphalt of a fast-speeding car, I couldn't pull away when the car, a Ferrari F12, passed over a puddle right next to me soaking me instantly.

That car cost more than I needed to live well, while I was just wet, dirty and very upset with my luck.

I didn't know what I had done wrong in my past life to make karma so dear to me.

I hated the rich, they had the life I wanted, they didn't lift a finger, and everything was at their feet, while I, to get some food in good condition I had to travel at least twenty blocks looking for something good in some garbage dump.

But it was difficult since in GrapeVille, before throwing away the food, they always crushed it or mixed it with other inedible waste, it was disgusting to live there, at least on that side. The others seemed happy.

I didn't want to go to the shelter, I had a dignity to maintain, I didn't want to lose that too, which would happen if they saw me arrive at the shelter at two in the morning and in these fachas, it was better to sleep on the street.

All my clothes were wet, and it was logical that if I didn't get a place I would soon catch a disease; but at the moment I didn't care, I headed towards one of my favorite places: Heavenhill Park.

It was such a well-kept park, it had beautiful fountains and leafy trees that changed the color of their leaves according to the seasons. At that time, the orange park had to be orange since it was early autumn, even the cold was not so much, my favorite season, surely in another life that was my name.

The part I loved most about that park was my chair, it was the only thing I considered mine, although I knew I didn't own anything in this place, but from my chair I could see Heavenhill Castle in all its glory, right on top of the mountain.

Heavenhill Castle was beautiful, with its high walls, surrounded by pine trees and in its highest tower there was a lamppost that illuminated more than the moon, I loved to look at it until the dream overcame me. There he found peace.

I settled in that chair, looking towards the lamppost that glowed with an amber light, light that reminded me of the eyes of that child I had met ten years ago, with that last thought I fell asleep, my prince.

Alec...