Annabelle (Emma)'s POV

My name is Annabelle Emma Ann Sapphire. I'm fifteen years old, about to turn sixteen. I lived with my father, without a mother. My life is complicated; very complicated. Every day, I have to please others and make decisions about things I've never even experienced myself. Every day, people depend on me, looking to me for advice and guidance. Every day, I'm judged and people wonder when I'm going to make a mistake big enough to disgrace the beautiful country of England. By the way, I'm a teenage princess; the last of my line of family.

I think I should explain how the "royal" system works in my world. The oldest child of the family is given the title of "prince" or "princess." No one truly understands why the system works this way, but it does. It hasn't been around that long, but no one knows where it started from. Crazy traditions, right? That's not even the beginning of it. That's my life.

I woke up to my alarm clock going off. I had a hair appointment today early this morning. I opened my eyes, looked around my suite and became very thoughtful. Same room, same way I've woken up for fifteen years, but something was still different. I brushed my long, straight blonde hair. I put on my robe and slippers and walked downstairs to eat some breakfast. What was I in the mood for? An omelet? Pancakes? I'm not sure. I sat at my usual chair across the table from my father. We didn't really talk much at breakfast. We nodded at each other and said nothing. He glanced at me and then continued reading his newspaper.

My personal servant walked up to the table, holding up two different yet both beautiful tiaras. "Which one to you like, my lady?" She gestured to both. I thought about it and pointed the silver one with pink gems in it. I loved the color soft pink. She smiled and was about to leave before my father interrupted us.

"Neither. She wants neither because she will receive neither." He said without looking up from the newspaper. I stared at him in shock. I couldn't understand what he meant by that. He took a deep breath and set the newspaper flat on the table. "Mary-Ann, that will be all." He gave her a hard look, the same look he always did when he expected her to leave.

"What do you mean, Father?" I asked in confusion.

"You aren't the destined princess like we thought you were." He kept a straight face, showing no emotion.

"That's impossible. I'm the only child and the last full blood descendent of the Sapphire family line." I was trying to stay in control like I was always taught, but I wasn't succeeding.

"You know the law of the royals. Oldest child takes the throne." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Of course I do. But that doesn't apply to me. I'm an only child!" I lost control. I can't take the confusion and double meanings of his words.

He shakes his head. "Darling Emma, I wish that was true. But it's not. You have a twin sister, Rosalinda. She's with your mother in America." He continued to take deep breaths, waiting to see my reaction. When he saw my anxious expression, he decided to continue. "She's the true heir of the throne. I'm sorry Emma but it's the truth. And the prime minister" That stupid prime minister always ruined everything, I noted. "insisted that you must go and bring her back to England so she can come home to reclaim her throne."

I glared at him. Not saying anything for a long moment. "You cannot be serious!" Before he could talk again, I got up and walked away. I ran upstairs to my suite and slammed the door. Not caring that it made a loud bang that wouldn't surprise me if it was heard all over the Royal court. Practically ripping my hair out, I screamed. Rosalinda. She ruined everything! I would be queen if it wasn't her!

I was so angry that I didn't notice my best friend, Grace sitting on my bed with a horrified look on her face. I sighed and sat down on my bed next to her. "I'm sorry; you cannot believe the day I've had so far." I laid back and sighed.

"You have to go, Emma. You have to go to America to talk to your sister. You have to think about your country! You have to put your country's needs before yours!" She said firmly. She's usually a lot shyer but today it was different. "I promise, she's not that bad! You'll love her" I cut her off with a glare.

"You've met her?" I demanded to know. Great, this just made things so much worse.

"Yes." She narrowed her eyes at me. I couldn't understand her expression.

"Out. Now." I demanded from her. No way would I let a traitor stand in my presence. I glared at her while she walked out of my suite shaking her head.

I started packing all of my favorite outfits, makeup, accessories and basic toiletries. I didn't have a problem meeting my mother, I always have wanted to but I'm dreading meeting Rosalinda. Why would I want to meet the girl who was out to take away what I've dreamed my entire life about?

Later that day, I was sent to fly back to America. It would be an eight hour trip on my private jet to Minneapolis, Minnesota; wherever that is. I sat down on in my seat with my Coach Carry-on purse and my cute, small dog, Molly.

"Do you need anything else for an enjoyable flight, Princess Emma?" The flight attendant asked me. I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head.

Eight hours later, I showed up by limo to a strange school which I was told was called "High School". A very odd looking school I must say. I step out of the limo and grab my bag filled with text books and notebooks. I was told by my servant who accompanied me on my trip that I shouldn't reveal my identity to anyone except Rosalinda.

I walked towards the entrance. It was early morning; before school so everyone was still I heard some interesting, young men talking about Rosalinda. Or Rosie they kept repeating. So I decided it would be easy enough if I just went up to them to ask. "Excuse me, May I talk to you?" I tapped his shoulder.

"What? Oh, Hey Rosie!" He smiled and hugged me. I hugged back unwillingly with confusion. Then it clicked; he thought I was Rosalinda.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Rosie." I mimicked him. "I'm looking for her though. Where can I find her? "

He ignored me and continued talking like I was her. "New look? Going for a classier, more sophisticated look? I don't know, I kind of liked my old Rosie's looked," He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes at this idiot. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. I slapped him and backed up.

I didn't cuss often, but when I did, It meant I was angry. And at this moment, yes, yes I was angry. This idiot didn't get it for bloody hell! "Who the hell do you think you are?" I snapped at him.

Apparently, a girl walked up and joined us. "You tell me!" The idiot was about to talked when a snobby voice interrupted him. I turned to look at her and I saw the same face as me but a sluttier, complete opposite version of me. I met my twin sister, Rosalinda.