"..and so Cinderella and Prince Charming lived happily ever after."

I looked up innocently at my mother. At age six you don't really understand it all. All you know is that you want to be a princess yourself.

"Mommy, why can't I be a princess?"

She got quiet, swallowing hard. What was she hiding? Your about to find out.

She placed her hand on my cheek, the corners of her mouth lifting up. "Fay honey...there's something your going to find out when your older. Your too young." She kissed my forehead and gave a faint smile, standing up off my bed.

I tugged on her sleeve, "Mommy, please tell me now! I'm old enough!"

She laughed, pulled my hand off her sleeve, and whispered her goodnights.

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So as she promised, she told me. When I was 10 years old. It was in my room, once again. She was telling me goodnight, as she did every night, but this one was a bit different from usual.

A lot different.

My grandmother sat at the foot of my bed, while my mother sat on the other side of my bed.

"It's time," was all my mother whispered.

I pulled my eyebrows together, "Time for what? Bed? Sleep?"

There was a silence.

"Dessert?" I threw in excitedly.

They both laughed and shook their heads, staring at each other.

"What...what is it?" I questioned, getting annoyed with their silence.

My mother reminded me of the time with I was six years old, that same night I expressed to you from my point of view. Guess what it was?

I'm the princess of England. Yup.

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When I was six, and when I was ten, I thought about how neat it was that I was a princess, but now I'm 14. I don't want to be a princess. People like Isabelle Hudgens and Jessica Moore at my school were expected to be princess. But me? Fay Tanner? You'd have to be crazy to think I was a princess. Of course, I didn't tell anyone that I was, considering in the U.S. we don't even have princesses. Most of my family were from England, and my grandmother was a queen, which I had known already. OK, so what I thought was that if my grandmother died, the next person (which would be my mother) would take the throne. But no. Since my mother had already gotten married and had a job, and had me, it was me who got the job. Or throne. Or duty. Whatever you choose to call it.

My 15th birthday was coming up. Know what that means? It means I get to go off to England and learn how to be all formal and crap. Fun. Relax, I told myself, It's on the 1st. You still have 13 more days.

You see, my birthday was on the 14th of February. Yes. Valentine's Day. Another thing people didn't believe. Except my two best friends, Brandon and Sarah. We had been friends since we were 3 years old, and since then, we've never left each other's side. We knew all the secrets about each other.

Except one. A tiny, itty bitty one.

The fact that I was the princess of England. Yup. Tiny little secret.

But that secret was no longer going to be a secret. I mean, what was I supposed to tell them when I randomly move to England? I had to tell them the truth. Had to.

So until the 14th Granny Lulu was living at our house. She was very...hmm...proper. But she had this young spark to her...almost like a teenager. Rebel.

Yeah, Granny Rebel.

I kept thinking about that all day, so finally, when we were on the bus, Brandon and Sarah shot me a look.

"What's on your mind, Fay?" Sarah said, shaking the living daylights out of me.

I was sitting in the seat across from Sarah on the bus, and Brandon was on the inside of the seat, closest to the window. The were both staring at me.

"Guys...I have a secret. I probably should've told you this 5 years ago but...well....Just promise me you won't laugh?"

They leaned in closer and nodded.

"I...I'm the princess of England."

They stared in silence for awhile, then busted into fits of laughter.

I groaned then stood up, realizing it was our stop.

"I knew you guys would laugh."

I dashed off in front of them as we walked home.

"But Fay! Fay!" they called after me.

Sarah was the first to leave, since her house was the first one we passed.

"Talk to her." I heard Sarah whisper to Brandon.

Brandon's footsteps followed behind me, picking up speed. I didn't pick up my speed though. I just let him catch up to me. I felt his cold hand touch my arm and swing me around so I was facing him, this time, both hands were on my arms.

"Fay...slow down."

I looked at him eye to eye.

"Were...were you serious?"

"Yes. Dead serious."

He let go of me and smiled.

"That's awesome!!"

"Haha, you might think so. My mom and grandma have been correcting everything I do lately."

"So how exactly did you become princess?" He asked, while we started walking again.

"Well...you know how my grandmother lives in England?"

"Yeah..." He said, not really in any sort of tone.

"Well...she is kinda the Queen of England." I said casually.

He gaped at me for a second, and stopped walking.

"What?" I stopped with him.

"Queen of England? That's your grandmother?!"

I nodded, like everyone's grandmother was the Queen of England. I thought he met my grandmother. I guess he hadn't.

"Yeesh! Got any more secrets?"

"Haha no no that's it. Well anyway, I always thought my mom was going to be the next in line, but apparently, since she already has a job and a family, it's me. I didn't find out until I was 10 years old."

"So why are you telling us now?"

"Because I'm supposed to be shipped off to England to learn how to be a princess or whatever."

"Man...It's not everyday you find out your best friend is the Princess of England! This is...nuts!"

I laughed and nodded, and we walked in silence for awhile. Then he stopped, so I stopped, assuming he was going to say something else.

"Are you...going to have an arranged marriage?"

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know...I just remembering learning about that. When your eighteen you'll become queen right? And isn't it a law or something that you have to get married to a prince who then becomes a King?"

I thought about it for a second.

"Well, that's in 3 years. I've got time to worry about that later."

We finally arrived at his house, which was across the street from mine, so we went our seperate ways and gave our goodbyes.

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Yup. Valentine's Day. Otherwise known as my birthday. Waking up at 8 in the morning wasn't my best Saturday.

"FAY!! ARE YOUR BAGS DOWNSTAIRS YET?!?" My mother shouted for the seventh time today. How she could have such a loud voice so early in the morning stumped me.

I threw my bags down the stairs in frustration and stared at her.

"Happy now?"

"Now don't you have an attitude with me young lady. Your about to be a Princess. Get ready."

I groaned and picked up my suitcase, hauling outside and into my grandmother's car. I hugged my mom goodbye, and stared at the house across the street. It looked like someone was awake. I could see movement through the kitchen window.

"Hold on grandma..."

She looked at the house and smiled.

"But make it quick or we'll miss our flight!"

I dashed up to the door and rang the doorbell.

"Fay...aren't you leaving today?" Brandon greeted. He sounded like he'd been up for hours, drinking coffee probably.

"You think I'd leave without saying goodbye? I won't see you for like, a year when I can drive and drag my butt down here to Florida."

He laughed and smiled at me, not saying a word but just staring at his feet.

"Don't get married without me. You'll need a best man."

"Best man? Psh you'll be my maid of honor! Or possibly a bridesmaid."

He gave a nervous laugh again.

"Well...goodbye."

"Bye..." He barely whispered.

We stood in awkward silence for a couple seconds until I turned around, walking one step but being pulled back by him.

"Um...Fay?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm...well...nevermind. Good Luck."

I ran up and gave him a long hug, then waved, walking back to the car.

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Okay, thanks for reading, it kinda just came to me after watching Princess Diaries 2 today so I decided to write/type it down!

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