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Once upon a time, there lived a King and Queen in a beautiful kingdom, and they had a lovely daughter, who they named Lea.
It is pronounced Lee-a.
Oh, I do beg your pardon. They had a lovely daughter called Lea.
Lee-a!
Low-a?
No, Lee-a!
Loo-a!
Oh, move over and let me tell the story.
Right. We’re not having any of that ‘once upon a time’ lark. That’s how normal sappy fairytales start, see. And this is no sappy fairytale. Anything but, my friends, anything but…

I guess it started when I was born.
Everybody in the palace turned up to see me pop into the world. Unfortunately, they all thought I was coming at exactly 3. They had planned around that. At 3, royal birth. At 3:30, group portrait. At 4, first baby stroll in the palace grounds. And at five, a celebratory dinner!
I came at 3:20. That’s not too bad, you say.
I came at 3:20…the next morning.
Yes, I was a bit slow. But that wasn’t as bad as the next surprise… I was a girl.
See, the royal doctor, Professor M. Ad, thought I was a boy.
“You are slightly more round than a woman pregnant with a girl.” He said. I haven’t the faintest idea why that classed my mother as a woman pregnant with a boy, but that’s men for you.
Anyway, after I finally came into the world, my mother was fast asleep, and as for my father, he had abandoned it hours before and gone to bed. So my first hours or so in the world was parentless.
Still, the nurses wrapped me up warm and took me to see the royal doctor. He unwrapped me from my blankets and…
“A girl!” He proclaimed.
“A girl?” The nurses gasped.
“A-ga!” I probably said.
My parents were devastated. They wanted a boy to take over their kingdom when they were old and weary. A Queen… that was bad news. I mean, look at Cleopatra. And Anne Boleyn. And Marie Antoinette…
The point is, I wasn’t wanted. I was a mistake. So my parents hurriedly named me and locked me away in a tower the day I turned 13.
The castle was all right. Sometimes, during the cold winter nights, the dragon that guarded me would blow wisps of fire to keep me warm. We were a happy pair.
Until the prince came.
As I said before, this isn’t a sappy fairytale story. So the prince didn’t defeat the dragon. He tricked it.
He dressed up as a woman and said he was my mother, come to visit me. The dragon let him climb up its scaly back and into my room. When safely inside, he swept off his disguise.
“Hello, Princess Lea!” He proclaimed.
He even got my name right. This was my kind of person.
So we were married, and lived in the tower together, had numerous, lovely children, and lived… oh, all right. We lived happily ever after.
THE END

The dance is a time to let go
It's a time to let your friends know
You wouldn't be anywhere but here tonight
Forget all the rumours, forget that fight

Just dance away your troubles
During the slowdance, watch the couples
And if anybody asks you...
Phew!

Dance with girls and dance with boys
Dance with Janes and dance with Troys
Dance with whoever comes your way
Dance with your teacher, hey hey!

When your favorite song comes on
Do not hesitate to sing along
Everyone else is doing it too
So just cut loose, it's true

Eat some cake, drink some Sprite
But the party won't last all night
So get back in and jump around
'Till your feet shake the ground

Laugh off all your bad dancing
Laugh at all the bizzare prancing
Laugh at the tension in the air
When you slowdance as a dare

For the photos, smile
These memories will last a while
The strobe lights and the glittery dresses
Short hair and hairsprayed tresses

When it's time to leave the fun
Look back at the dancefloor, everyone
Remember what happened, what put you in a trance
At this very special middle school dance.

It was kind of sudden...
I'm not really sure...
If a boy should ask you to slowdance
During the song, or before

This boy asked me
During the song
And to be honest
I think I did it wrong!

It was kind of awkward
To tell you the truth
Looking over his shoulder
Was quite uncouth!

My hands draped on his shoulders
In a very weird way
As soon as our slowdance started
I'm sure he wanted to get away!

But as we were spinning round and round
I thought, maybe this isn't so bad
And when my brother saw me dancing
I didn't even get mad

I saw my friends winking at me
From the corners of the room
And suddenly, it seemed
The end was coming soon

So I savoured those last moments
Of that slowdance, that is true
And to the boy who danced with me...
Thank you.

When someone talks to us,
we listen, we don't leave,
not even if we wanted to.

Why?
Because it's rude, 
and whatever someone might say,
might be important.

So what about when we rush inside,
when the wind is cold and it swishes by?
Why don't we stay for a while,
why don't we listen to it for once?

For nature might want to say something important,
and we just leave!
We hide from it!

There might be a point in the coldness,
but listen to me, 
listen the wind,
to the nature,
and concentrate on making your body warm, 
while you listen to it, at least for a WHILE.

Here are two drawings I have made in art class before christmas. I was inspired for both of them by the region of spain where I come from: Catalonia.
I hope you like them. Click read more to see them.