A/N: Hey!...A NEW story!...I hope you enjoy this one better than the last piece of ...well you know...anyway, this is going to be weird...just so you know...it's kind of a jumble of random stories, like Cinderella for example...you'll see similarities along the way...well...uh...what ever...here it is:

The Tales of a Homesick Princess

Chapter 1: Beggings

(everyone has to start somewhere)

When I first received this book, or rather stole it, I didn't know what to write. Should I say "Dear Diary…" or something similar? Well, I have always been told I was different. I don't know why I took it. I don't really have anything to say. Only that my life is boring. Being the princess of any country is boring. Trust me, I've been to several. There's Ritnor, and Kelsing, and currently, I'm in Entid. Yep, Entid (I really hate the name: Entid…it sounds harsh doesn't it?). The reason I've been to so many is because the princes always get tired of me. Will any ever be satisfied with someone close to normal?

They are always looking for some proper lady who knits and sews. That would not be me. In fact, that is the opposite of me. I like to see action, and be in the action, not under some tent out of nowhere waiting for the action to end. For that is the tradition; the men compete, we, the ladies and I, sit under a tent to protect us from prying eyes. For those of us in the tent are...unspoiled…and not married. We wouldn't want to taken off somewhere else, now would we? Yeah, right.

Well, at first I thought that being a princess was fascinating. That it would be a new adventure. I wasn't a princess when I was born- not at all. I was born in a cottage somewhere near Tortay, I think. I'm not quite sure because I was always moving. I guess some things stay the same. My father died when I was three, so I never really had a father growing up. My mother had some guy friends that helped support us, but that's the closest to "father" I knew. Then, after my small family unit started to settle down, when I was twelve, my mother came down with a terrible case of pneumonia. That was awful. She died shortly after that.

I wandered the streets for a few months until a kind lady came to me and offered me a place to sleep with food, and other necessities if I would only come and clean her house. I complied having not had something suitable to eat for weeks. At first it all turned out fine, but then I met her daughters-and sons. They were terrible. I feel fortunate to have had a lock on my door. With out it…I shudder at the thought.

They abused me for no apparent reason. They said it was for my own good…yeah; please…I'm smarter than that. The abuse taught me to hate everyone. I hated my family; I hated my dad, my mom, my life, and my God. It's true, even my creator, the One who put everything to be. I hated him. For my life, I hated everything.

Now, I still hate them, just not as much. I mean, if you don't have something to hate, how can you? As far as I know right now, there is no God, no family, no love, no comfort, and not sincerity. Everything comes at a price. Love, if there is such a thing has always come a price. Always.

I finally escaped from that family from hell and lived on the road again. Everyone looked down upon me. So I looked down on them. At one point I remember hearing that there would be a ball in the castle and that all eligible women, ladies, would attend. Since I have never really considered myself a lady, I didn't even think of going. Wouldn't you know when I went to town to try to steal something, a royal messenger came up behind me and asked me if I had heard the news. Now you have to know….Diary…that I have always been told I was pretty, petite, and absolutely gorgeous. I guess the messenger thought I was too; otherwise he wouldn't have even given me the time.

He requested that I get to the palace early to find a dress to go to the ball, for I was much too beautiful even with all the dirt (his words…definitely not mine). So I walked away from the stand and went to my gutter. I thought about it until the sun started to set. Then I made up my mind. Sure I'll go, I mean, this will be the only chance to dress up and meet a prince…right?

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