Creative Writing: Bram Stoker

Being in her father’s room Prinaca hoped for him to move or say something, very soon. She wondered how could anyone be so mean to her father. She got frustrated and read her letter. Weeks went by until she touched it again. She tried to remember where she put it, she couldn’t put a place to the person, Oliver!
She ran down the steps, making her way out to the hall, past all the people who have come to speak. She saw Alex and raced to grab her arm.
“I thought princesses don’t run.” Alex giggled.
“Okay, so this is an emergency.” Prinaca caught her breath.
“Did I do something wrong? Is something on fire!” Alex looked deeply concerned, Prinaca not knowing whether to scare Alex or just tell her the truth, Prinaca wanted her letter more.
“No,
Once inside she was amazed at how clean his room was. She searched corners and the dresser, in one of the drawers was a secret lid, she looked and found a piece of paper and a necklace. Don’t look, we are here for to find the letter, she thought to herself and resumed looking for her letter.
“Hey Alex, you home?” Oliver shouted from outside.
Prinaca jumped up at the voice and didn’t know whether to hide, go to Alex or go running out. She didn’t have to decide; Alex came running in, took Prinaca by the hand and pushed Prinaca into her room. Prinaca was mighty surprised by Alex’s actions and smiled.
“Yes just up here with the princess,” Alex shouted back.
Oliver’s eyes widen wondering why Prinaca was in their home. Going to them, he asked,
“So what brings you around princess?” Smiling wide.
Prinaca got up and gently pulled Oliver with her outside to talk.
“The letter about my mother. Do you possibly might still have it?”
“Oh, yeah! Of course, princess.” Oliver went to his room, got the paper, as he turned around Prinaca entered his room,
“Nice room you have.”
Oliver jumped a little, replying,
“Thank