A Whole New World

I only own Anisa! And she's on DeviantArt in my Story OC gallery!

Ch.2

"Ugh...my head…." I mumble. Why does it feel like I'm lying on something soft?

I slowly wake up and look around….Why does it look like I'm in the room of Jasmine, from Aladdin? Seriously, it's an exact replica. I look down and see myself in royal arabian clothing….Weird...

I turn around and come face to face with a tiger.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream, falling off the bed.

The tiger walks over and whines.

"Uh...sorry?" I say.

He purrs and rubs against me.

The door bursts open, and I jump.

"What's wrong, Princess Anisa?" a guard asks, worried.

"Um. Nothing, just a nightmare. Sorry…" I apologize, confused and freaked out.

The guard sighs in relief and leaves, shutting the door.

"...Ok, then?" I say. I stand up and look in the mirror. I'm so confused….

"Ok, so, I fall off a mountain, hit me head, and now I'm dreaming, thinking I'm the Princess of an imaginary kingdom. Sounds reasonable" I say to myself, eye twitching. I pinch myself really hard, "Ow! Ok, so I'm not dreaming, which means this is real...or I'm delusional and need to be thrown in the nut house, and if that's the case, I'd rather be here."

The tiger looks at me curiously.

"Uh. Rajah?" I ask, and he perks up.

"Oh great! I'M A FREAKING MARY SUE!" I cry, collapsing onto the bed.

Rajah nudges me with his head with a whimper. I pet him on the head.

Might as well act the part until I figure things out.

"Your highness?" someone calls from outside the door.

"Yes?" I answer the door.

"Your father wishes to see you" a maid says bowing.

"Alright. Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can" I reply, not used to the royal treatment.

"Yes, your highness" she says, before leaving.

"This is going to take some getting used to…" I mutter, before heading out.

"Come on Rajah. I'm gonna need help getting around" I say.

Rajah dutifully follows me around.

After a few minutes, I stop and look around.

"...I'm lost" I say. Rajah rubs my hands and walks away. "Where ya going?"

I follow him and I end up in front of the throne room.

"Oh...Thanks" I say, opening the door.

"Yes…father?" I ask, a bit hesitantly. Though if he noticed, he didn't say anything. I always did like the Sultan. He was funny and goofy. Wish my real dad was like that.

"Ah, Anisa! Darling! Come, come. There's someone I want you to meet" he says, happily pulling my hand and leading me to a young man, who looks like a pompous jack- "Anisa, I would like you to meet, Prince Amal."

"Hello" I bow my head.

"Hello, Princess" Prince Amal says kissing my hand.

Oh great. I just got here and I'm already being married off.

"Well, I have some business to attend to, so I'll just leave you two alone" Sul-Dad says, leaving….likely story….

Princey boy keeps talking, but I wasn't listening. Though I was pretending I was. I'm good at that. Years of practice during lectures. However something he says catches my attention.

"So, you should tell your father we're getting married now" he says, proudly.

"What'd you tell me to do?" I ask, getting a dark aura.

"Tell your father we're getting married" he says, not noticing my mood.

"And since when did I say I would marry you?" I growl.

"You didn't have to. I already know that you like me" he says, pompously.

"Where'd you get an idea like that?" I ask, glaring.

"All girls like me. After all, what's not to like?" he asks, smirking. Though it quickly disappears when I stalk up to him, my glare intensifying.

"Let's get one thing straight. I don't like you. I never will like you. And you wanna know why? Because I hate, HATE, lousy, pompous, proud, stupid, big-headed, idiotic princes such as yourself! And if I ever see you ugly head again, I'm sicking my tiger on you, do you understand?!" I shout.

He nods nervously, casting a glance at Rajah, who's growling, and I storm out of the room.

I storm past the Sul- my father, and back to my room, which I luckily remember where it is.

As soon as I get inside, I start my little rant, throwing pillows and cushions all over the place, venting my anger.

"I can't believe that stupid little pompous jack-" "Anisa? Dear? Are you alright?"

"Uh...Yeah…" I stutter. Dad opens the door and comes inside.

"So? How'd it go with Prince Amal?" he asks.

"What do you think?" I ask, pointing at the mess on the floor. He sighs.

"Why must you reject every suitor that comes to seek your hand in marriage?" he ponders.

"Because they're all stuck up, pompous jerks" I deadpan.

"You mother wasn't nearly as picky when choosing a husband" he says.

"I don't want to marry just anyone" I reply, "He has to be...special, I guess."

I feel really uncomfortable now….This reminds me of the time my mom tried to give me 'The Talk'. And that was awful…

"But you know the law, you must be married by your 19th birthday" he says.

"I'm tired" I say, not looking at him.

He sighs and leaves me and Rajah alone.

I sit on the bed and sigh. Rajah rests his head on my lap.

"I think I prefer my old life to this one. At least in my old life I wasn't being forced to marry some random guy" I say, petting my new tiger, "I wonder when the movie will start. It'll probably be soon, considering my birthday is coming up in a couple weeks. On the plus side, I'll get to meet Aladdin. Even Nostalgia Chick likes him, and that says a lot."

End of Ch.2