Idea from a friend

i wouldnt mind if you guys would think of one-word titles from my essays...
helps me think and write more stories...
but anyways...
i have no idea on what to write about...
my mind is a total blank as of now...
hmm...lets see who's online...

JERK

CROWN

CANDIES

DENTURES (had to force this one out)

PEN

CHAIR

BOOKS

MONEY

yay...
got some words from friends...


which should i use??
maybe a combination...
right got it :D (imagine a light bulb)

for those who think all Royalty are nice people
I've decided to write a story to oppose the idea

CROWNED JERK

Imagine a time during your secondary school. The class was as noisy as ever. The classroom was stuffy and hot. A really lousy atmosphere for studying. When suddenly out of nowhere a wave of perfumed air hits you. Every single eye turned toward this new student. Everything about him seems to be screaming out "I AM RICH". However it was also impossible to rob him. This was an understatement. He was surrounded by a gang of bodyguards. Every class he was in, there would be at least 5 bodyguards outside the classroom. Not to mention an army around the school's boundary. If you walked a little too close to him, every bodyguard would be ready to pounce on you.


After awhile, he approached you. You, someone who previously was no where near popularity, suddenly had everyone's attention.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" was all he said, as he extended out his hand.

Audible gasps could be heard. In fact the entire classroom had just became dead silent. Every single soul in the class even the teacher was awaiting your reply. With so much pressure on you, what could you do? The attention you longed for, the richest, most gentlemanly person in the entire school was asking you out. The choice was obvious.

"Yes, of course."

With that you took his hand and left the classroom. Leaving behind an utterly dumbstruck class.

From then the both of you grew closer, on the first date you guys started holding hands. After a few more it progressed to kissing. Of course being the richest kid around all your dates were paid solely by him. Being his girlfriend was like having an all-expense paid life. It was almost the life of a royalty. By getting closer, it meant you slowly learnt more about him. He was apparently the Prince of the Last Kingdom of Earth, and the king was on the top 10 list of the world's richest person. Being the sole heir to this kingdom, he was therefore allowed to use the money in his father's treasury. So he had Billions on his hand to spend. He also owned different apartments on Singapore, one in Sentosa, a few at Orchard area and of course a whole building in a condominium estate.

I wonder who in their right mind would not want to stay on in this relationship. However, soon he brought you home on the pretext of meeting his parents. Since it was only polite to concur to a King’s wishes, you had to agree. He held your hand all the way to his house at Sentosa. Throughout the entire journey, he elaborated on how his parents were highly traditional and that she could not meet them in such simple clothes like a school uniform. At first you wanted to go back home and change, but he insisted it’s a waste of time and that he wasn’t polite to be late. Giving in to his reasoning, you agreed to use some of his sister’s clothes. This led you to wonder since he was the sole heir how could he have a sister. He brushed it off simply, giving the reason that being traditional the Kingdom righteously goes to the firstborn male child. Having no idea on how kingdoms work, you just took his reason to be true.

Upon reaching his house, he looked around if his parents were home yet. Luckily they were not.

“Ok. Right now I need you to go and change. Second level, first room on the left. Be quick.”

Following his instructions, you entered the room. The clothes were already laid out on the bed. They were traditional clothes from his country. Unsure if it was the right set, you took it out and asked him. He dashed up the stairs and studied it.

“Yeah that’s the one.”

“Must I really wear this?”

“As I said being very traditional, my parents would prefer my girlfriends to be dressed in our country’s traditional clothes.”

Submitting to this one condition of his you willingly obliged.

Entering the room once again, you started undressing. While you were doing so he suddenly barged into the room. Dress in only your under garments, your instant reaction was to cover up. Jamming the door shut, he turned and faced you. A sinister look was on his face. Tearing away the last of your clothes, he pushed you onto the bed. Struggling against him as he pressed himself upon you, but it was to no avail.

After that one night, did you realise that the gentlemanly man you once knew was just a front he used.

Undergoing such an experience, you vowed to show the school his true colours. Of course since he had such great popularity, no one believed you. They all just said that you were attempting to shame him because he dumped you. Slowly you found more of his victims. All of them were like you, unpopular. You saw through his plan. He took advantage of the less popular girls as no one would believe them. As time went on, his number of victims grew to such an extent that it was nearly half the school’s girls. Even though you were still attempting to fight against him, bringing the victims together was almost impossible. Many were becoming more and more suicidal while many more were in denial. Only a minute amount managed to pull themselves together and took a stand against him.

Only a year after your fateful incident did enough witnesses stand up against him. They brought him to court and of course being rich, he did not have to be jailed. He was forced to leave the country, but it was on his private jet plane. You managed to salvage around a quarter of the school’s girls. All of those who stood up against him were a less probable choice as a girlfriend as they had been tainted. Sad to say, although you are a heroine amongst the girls, no guy wanted you as a girlfriend. But the reassuring thing was that the Crowned Jerk has left the country, never to set foot near you anymore.

yep...another late night essay done...

thanks to all those who helped me get the words... :D