Note: I give names to the characters, and change the dialogue.
Snivy's P.O.V. Usually in third person.
"But-"
"Enough Zoey! You're the Princess, you MUST attend!"
"Okay, mom, Royal Queen Spring." I have an attitude, I admit it.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW!" My mom is usually cool, but when she loses it, she loses it. She called guards to escort me.
I simply walked to my room, and when I got there, slammed the door in their faces.
I have done 2 leaf tornados, 5 leaf storms, and 3 vine whips. My room is somehow still neat, I don't know how.
\ My room is a tree stump, but it's huge. I always feel relaxed inside of it. The insides have been covered with leaves, to my exact preference. And the furniture is great! There's a bark bed with a leaf covering and 2 moss blankets, and a couch for company. A small desk that also served as a table, on it was a lamp, a yellow rose in a green pot, and next to it was a brown bark bookshelf, complete with my favorite books! A clock is on the wall, over the bookshelf. There's also a wood dresser that I use to store things.
The argument my mom and I were having is one we often have. About whether or not I can skip the upcoming berry party or not.
I don't like them, I don't know why, but I'm a bit of a tomboy. My mom worries about my manners, and I hate sitting at a table where my mom is whispering when to say what, and what to say.
I sigh. I need to use my attacks so I stay sharp! A princess must know how to defend herself! What if the guards fail? What would I do then?
I spin and spin and spin, using leaf tornado over and over and over again. Sometimes I race people, but I always win. I'm just that fast.
I sigh, and then hear a knock on my door. "Come in," I say.
A Pawniard comes in, "Do you need anything, Princess Zoey?"
"Ask my mom if I can come out now."
"Okay." He backs out, almost tripping on my satchel.
I sigh after he leaves, picking up the satchel, and dusting it off. Its outside is made of a brown fabric with leaves sewed onto it, leaves are dangling from the bottom, a brown strap is sewed on to complete the outside, and the inside has many pockets, and everything is lined with moss. Inside of one of the pockets is a beautiful seashell, smooth and hard. It's green and yellow and white, and is really pretty. I put the seashell back, and sling the bag over my shoulder.
Another knock sounds at the door. I get up and answer it, the same guard being there. "She said you could, Princess Zoey."
I walk out and stretch. I'm going to go race now.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! GOT IT?!