Hear goes, this is my first attempt at writing a story, so pleas be nice.
Chapter One: Utterly Charmed
My name is Arnold, can you believe it ARNOLD. I'm supposed to be a prince I have to be charming, brave, and romantic there is NOTHING romantic about the name Arnold. I mean honestly what were my parents thinking? I have a reputation to think about, not that my parents don't do that for me, thats why they sent me to C.H.A.R.M.I.N.G, Charming (of course) Handsome, Aristocrats, Mentored, by Nobel Guardians, in other words prince school.
Not every one who goes to C.H.A.R.M.I.N.G are screw ups like me. I mean you've all heard of Prince Charming, right? Like the guy that save Rapunzel from her tower, and Aurora from her sleep, and found Cinderella after the ball, you know those guys? Yah I know I said guys because honestly they are all DIFFERENT guys Prince Charming is the title you acquire if you're put on the C.H.A.R.M.I.N.G wall of fame, a place you will never find me, that I can promise you.
They told me as much when I first arrived, the week after my fifteenth birthday. Puberty had not been kind to me unlike most boys I was small, shorter than most thirteen year old girls, and yet I still managed to be gawky with spaghetti arms and noodly legs coupled with too large hands and feet that were still smaller than the other guys. I also had bright orange hair that stuck out in every direction. On most people orange hair also means intense blue or green eyes, on me it meant the exact opposite mud brow the color of ripe horse manure. Although I'm complaining about it now, at home I didn't really notice how I looked, my older brother Averdus had better things to do than mock me, and my sitters Anette and Alyssum were too absorbed in being identical twins, to care about how I looked. It all made for a really bad first day at C.H.R.A.M.I.N.G because honestly I wasn't even aware of how bad I looked.