A/N- All right people, I decided to post one of my English papers on as an original story, and just for FUN I am making it into chapters to make u all suffer! MUAHAH! (and because in Microsoft Word its 10 pages long) Raja: AHAHAHAHAH *slaps her upside the head* wutz so funnie?!

Raja: u haven't even finished ur Zoid fic! IM WORKING ON . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Ran,

A day has gone by and I am keeping a form of a letter diary so you can have an account of my days. Good lord, being a girl in this day an age, especially a lord's daughter, is very boring. This will be my first entry to you. I hope this will be a little bit of light on your dark quest to become a night at 14. ~ Your Good Friend Ila

November 13, Feast of St. Kamala who died as she milked a cow. -Today is especially boring, having servants do everything for you. I want to be a boy so badly! I ran away to our cave again, I watched the birds' sing and the water babble along the brook. Good lord, come back, being a woman it sounds odd I guess, for I know I will marry soon. Christopher was being a pig again today. Running around, teasing all the girls in town, sloshing in the mud, tossing it at the people in the streets, and generally making a mess. I would love to be a pig like my only brother. Now I write, watching Robert make another mess of him self-trying to clean the barn. The maids are tying to put me to bed. I will write soon.

November 14, Feast of St. Clare whose dog found gold. -Stole a book from my brother and I'm trying to teach myself Greek. It's a very long process but I'm getting there. The worst news today, I am getting married off, or given to another family, I do not know which. I was found out, my secret is out in the open. You know which I'm talking about. That is why I marry. Yes, big pile of poems that tells of love. My parent saw it and like a fish jumps were sending a word all over our lands and the next. I have food, cloths, and money I can steal from my parents. I am coming to join you.

November 15, Feast of St. John who got maimed by a rabbit, first day of my running away. -I am at least a few miles away from home, because of our horse. I hope it's all right for me to use him. By the way, I have made a pact to get my own saint day! Can you even think of it? Oh Ran, I could. I can almost see some one writing a letter to a friend, on the top a nice neat post that says plainly: August 25, Feast of Saint Ila, the woman who ran away from home at 13 to be with her love most best friend in the world! This is my day? I hope it will be! It makes me silly with delight. I made a terrible mess at home. I stole all the money from my parents I could find. 2,000 pounds! Oh, I almost fainted. I packed all my things and packed it on our horse, and I crept out at night. I have already made a list of things I wish to do. I will get my own Saint day, see a dragon, go across the sea, and get to you away from my parents. You won't tell will you? Its almost sun up and I'm running out of ink and paper.

December 1, Feast of St. Comely who never was learned any language in his whole life but was able to call out only when he was stuck in the mountains. -I'm sorry I haven't been able to write for such a long time, ink and paper are hard to come by when you are on the run. I am dressed as a peasant and I am traveling with a 'clan' of gypsies. When we stopped in town on the sixth day out, I was able to get the paper and ink. And a lot of it. I met up with these people when I had passed out from lack of food. It was raining hard, and I had tied our horse to the tree at which I was sitting at the base of. I will not eat our horse. Nor sell it. So they found me. Are you not happy? I hope you cared. About my journey, well, the man who I got the paper and ink from said it would at least take another month by land and a week at sea. Then a two-day trip to where you are, us having a village so close to shore and you're town being close to! Would you like another surprise? I am thought of as a boy, I have taped my chest and a swagger and spit. It's amazing! They think me a boy! You would be so surprised at my look! My story is that I am 13 and I'm going to live with my brother! You my brother, is that not funny? Am I not clever? The day is sunny and we ride out! The group gambles and I have been taught many tricks to fix the game. The wagons bounce up and down, this makes it a cheaters dream. Two words: weighted dice. I must stop. One of the wagon girls is eyeing me. No laughing Ran or I will have your head.

December 2, NO FEAST, having memorized the Saints days, I know there is none! Will I make this day mine? -Two men died from their own swords. Both fighting over a gambling game, which unknown to anyone I fixed. I must stop writing, I feel ill.

December 3, Feast of Saint Disabl who killed his goat for its hooves, please Ran, do not ask. -Good lord. They have found me a woman already! Because they wander, they do not care but I am very worried. Although, now that they know me female, I am aloud to learn magic. I am very excited, I know now of a spell to un-break a heart. I hope I will never use it. Aye Ran? We were stopped along the road today by men on horse back looking for me, so I hid under a blanket and we made paint marks on our horse to make it seem as though we are one of them. Can you think that I am that important? Don't answer that, I know I am. I'm just tweaking you dear Ran, I know I'm not that sweet, adorable, and important. But can't you imagine all that money I am costing my parents? I am very happy. We rode out, and no one was ever the wiser. Now, it's but night, and we sit around the fire and tell stories about olden times, I am usually the center of attraction with adults and the children. Many ask me about the high life, but I get sick of the talk as though I am of royalty and I try to stay to another topic. Did I not tell you that I look at the stars and think of the old days when we played together? When I see you we will talk of many things! The candle burns low and I am tired. Goodnight Ran.

December 4, Feast of Saint Gregory who did nothing in his life, there for I do not know even why he even has a saint day to begin with. -I had to milk a fun! I envy all the maids back home! Why does everyone get to milk a goat, clean, and cook, when we do not? Ran have you ever milked a goat? Maybe one day we can together, just like old times. But, that's what worries me. Will it be like old times? Have you grown up so much that we will no longer be able to talk or write or do anything like we once did? Please, remember us Ran. Again I have to stop writing, again I feel ill. Please forgive me.

December 5, Feast of Domon, who killed a dragon all by himself at age 16. I admire this man almost as much as I admire you Ran. -I am bonding with one of the girls in camp today. Her name is Denver. Strange isn't it? She proves to have the same out look on life as I do. In fact, this was the same girl who was eyeing me when I was a boy. She said I was the cutest guy she ever saw, I told her I have seen cuter. So, now, we sit all day and talk. We talk about her and my homeland. For, she has always traveled, he whole life, can you believe? Never knowing a warm bed, or a perfect bath with silver bubbles. Now I feel lower then when they thought me royalty. I ran away from how, where I had everything, thinking it wasn't good enough and I didn't like it. Now I am with people who long to have what I had. Is it right to feel this way? I wonder. Should I go back? No. I will ? No. Oh my, one of the watches just spotted a dragon! Denver and I will go see it. Maybe even play with it if it's a baby. I can't take you with me so I will write after I get to see.

A/N- AHAHA, good, bad?! Well, I am writing my Zoid fic now, . for the cliff but I love it, *insert evil laughter*