Even as the was approaching the only bus stop for what seemed like hours, the driver said nothing. This part of the road, even in the darkness, could easily be identified as being lined with miles and miles of overgrown, beautiful and yet, slightly eerie trees and fauna. " What's this?" She questioned, confused at noticing the final page the boy had turned to was blank, save for a few stains and browning of the page.Īs the bus continued on it's route, it rocked more violently, it's frame groaning at the sudden change of earth beneathe it, from a paved and frequently used road to what seemed like a rarely used dirt track. Still, the boy never faced her. Subconsciously, Jennifer had taken hold of the book and the boy had began turning the pages, skipping the first five or so which were similarly designed with a sentence and a picture per page. There was an image below which was a crude and handdrawn image of what appeared to be a tower with a few randomly drawn lines she only assumed could represent a picket fence surrounding the tower. The cover was titled with a handwritten and off-centred "The Little Princess". It was just a stack of papers bound at the spine with string. It was plain to see that the book was handmade. He was wearing a white buttonup school shirt with a string neck tie and dark grey shorts, and despite being unable to see his face, from his small size and attire, Jennifer was able to pin his age at around ten or eleven years old.Īmidst her thoughts, the boy thrust the book he was reading towards Jennifer. " Play with me, Jennifer!" His persistence and repetition of her name slowly woke the girl and as she turned to face him, the boy continued with his demands " Read the story, please read the story!" The boy kept his head facing the ground, never meeting Jennifer's eyes. " Jennifer? Jennifer!" The boy had moved from his seat and had slowly, carefully made his way beside the bench where the young girl slept. Her stockings were pulled up to their usual height just below her knees and her outfit was finished with a rather old, beat up pair of brown leather strap shoes. She was dressed in a longsleeved, grey school dress that had the slightest colouring of green in it, the white collar of the dress had a rather large red brooch covering the buttons. The young girl was around the age of nineteen, her hair was a light auburn, almost blonde colour. Other than the young girl who sat asleep at the back, a boy intently reading a book, sitting at the front and a moth trying to dance with one of the lights that lined the wooden ceiling, the bus is empty. Our story begins in an old, dimly lit bus driving through the silent streets of the countryside of 1930's England. Then one day, her Mummy and Daddy died suddenly, and the poor little girl was sent away to a strange house." Her friend, the Princess of the Red Rose, was always at her side.
"Once upon a time, there was a precious little girl. Author's note: This story is a novelisation of the video game Rule of Rose which was developed by Punchline and released in 2006.
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