My house is pretty much like the others on my street: Ordinary. The bricks reach up two floors with an attic and there is a stony white path leading to my house that stands out against the green grass that is planted next to it. My bedroom window is at the back of the house, facing towards the sky. I can already see my father in the window of the front lounge, reading a book. Much like Belle, he constantly is trying to learn about new things and wanting to find out more about everything, which means he excels at many things such as psychology, gardening, cooking, and so on. His favourite is music. One of the best things in our possession is father's shiny, black, grand piano. He knows many different tunes on their and I've been trying to learn. We sometimes practice on this duet that we're learning on it, and honestly it's getting pretty good. It's time with father like that which brighten my day.

He takes off his reading glasses and walks over towards the door as soon as he sees me coming up the path. I see him run a hand through his hair, but it doesn't work very well because he doesn't have long hair to try and tame. It's merely just something he does after reading for a long time. His hair is a brown colour, darker than my lighter colour. I got my colour through a mix of his dark brown and my mother's blonde hair. Father says that mother would have loved to see my hair now as she was always braiding hair. She loved the soft texture that hair held, which was why her favourite animal was always a dog: they had more hairs than humans. I used to close my eyes when I would brush my hair and imagine that it was really my mother, still alive and brushing it for me, but whenever I opened my eyes I was brought back to reality. I don't too it anymore, but that doesn't mean I haven't stopped missing her. I don't think I ever will.

"Brielle," He pulls me into a hug. "How was school?"

"The normal: boring. But I saw Rapunzel after school, and Cinderella, Belle and I are going shopping for prom dresses tomorrow… Is that alright?"

"That is fine, dear. Whatever keeps you happy," I feel bad for father most. He lost the love of his life when he most needed her and had to raise me all by myself, and honestly he did a good job. He always puts my needs first, no matter what the situation: always trying to keep me happy.

"Thank you, father,"

"What for, exactly,"

"Just… thank you."

He smiles at me and strokes my hair. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you,"

I go upstairs to my room. There isn't much: a bookshelf, bed, bedside table with lamp and water, desk, wardrobe, chest, fluffy rug on the floor and a picture of mother, father and I on my wall. My favourite part of my room is my window. Such a simple thing and yet I love it. It's big enough that I can sit on the window sill and yet not so big that I have to reach across to open it. I push myself up and sit on the window before flipping myself around so that my legs are spread along the window sill. I open my bedroom window and immediately feel the breeze swoop upon me, gently blowing my hair in the wind. I push the window so it is pretty far open and sit facing away from my room with my legs resting out of the window. The wind tickles my feet slightly but it feels good to feel the wind. I take a deep breath in, taking in the freshness that comes with the breeze, before taking a breath out closing my eyes as I do.

I sit like this almost everyday. The idea was first strung upon by Rapunzel who inspired me to try it myself. I loved the freedom that I felt with it. Also, there is a tree in our garden that grows tall. One of the more sturdy branches is right by my window so I like to climb on that. Tree climbing is probably one of my favourite things to do, more than piano with father, more than reading, even more than staring at Stephen in English class without him noticing. There is nothing better than being so high up that you can feel as though you're flying through the bright, blue sky or that you could reach up a little and touch one of the clouds. I enjoy the sense of freedom that I get from climbing trees and sitting in my window, and it's not freedom from my home: father is pretty relaxed so he lets me do many things, like going to a girl's house who isn't supposed to have anyone at all and agree to take her to prom so that she can complete her dream. No, it's more like freedom from me. When I climb trees or sit in the window in the gentle summer breeze I feel like there is no one that I have to be or that I truly am: I am just one with the tree or window.

Also, I get most of my thinking done up a tree or in my window. Sometimes I can think of an answer easier there as well. Today's question: What's my dream? What is it that I want more than anything else in the whole world? What is it that I would risk getting caught for, risk everything I have for? When will I find that thing that makes me who I am? Will I ever find it?

I reach my foot out from the window towards the branch and jump onto the tree. What is my dream? I make my way along the thinner branches towards those closer to the tree trunk. What do I want? I lie down with my back resting against the trunk and my legs spread out across the thick, brown branch.

"What do I want to do?" I ask myself quietly.

"Brielle, where are you?" I hear my father calling, panicked.

"Father, I'm here!" I call back as I climb quickly back towards the window. I pull myself up onto the window and see father standing in my room, a worried look suddenly relaxing.

"Sorry, you just… you scared me. I thought you'd escape," He laughed awkwardly.

"You can't get rid of me that easily," I laughed. "Honestly though, I wouldn't leave you,"

"I believe you; I don't know why I thought you would in the first place. I guess I'm still feeling pretty… Alone." He mutters.

"Well you're not, and you won't be… except Friday night," I add on.

"Why, what's happening Friday night?"

"Aurora's having another one of her really cool, out of the blue, parties of the month! I've been invited, we all have… She's invited pretty much the whole school plus a friend if we'd like so I'm thinking of taking Rapunzel. Only because, you know, she's probably never been to a real party before." I explain to him. "Can I go?"

"Of course, but be back by ten."

"Eleven?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No,"

"Twelve?"

"Brielle, if I didn't allow eleven why would I-"

"Please?"

"No,"

"Pretty please," I hold my hands in a begging motion, pleading with him to let me stay until midnight. That's when Cinderella will most likely have until, unless her stepmother is feeling angry.

"Fine, okay. You have until midnight… But only this once,"

I laugh. "That's about the fiftieth time you've said that but, deal."

I message Cinderella and Belle the good news but I don't get a reply from either of them. Cinderella is probably too busy with her chores and Belle is most likely with Adam, studying. Instead of waiting around I decide to climb again. It's darker now, the sun almost set and the sky slowly fading into night. I sit on the tree and look at all of the stars that are slowly beginning to appear in the sky. It's beautiful really, and the silence is peaceful.
I open my eyes only to find that I must have fallen asleep a little because the sky is a dark blue when I look up, dotted with hundreds of stars. Because the tree doesn't have many leaves it makes it easy to see into the night at whatever they are. I see one, shining brighter than the others. It's almost as if the star is shining just for me. I take a deep breath. Wishing on a star is silly, something that kids will do if they really want something to come true but that doesn't effect what makes it come true: you do. Still, on occasion, I still look up into the night sky and wish for something. But I only do this when 1) there is something I really want to come true or 2) if it feels like the star is shining just for me. On this occasion, it's both.

"Please, please, please let me have a dream. A girl without a dream is like winter with no snow, or a summer with no sun, or a year without rain… Please, please let me find my dream. I just need a little help…" I whisper my wish into the night and up to the star, hoping and wishing that my wish will come true.

Sorry that it wasn't the best chapter, pretty vague... I just wanted to give an idea of the life that Brielle lives. If you like this story please let me know in the comments, or if you would change something about a princess. Big plans ahead for Brielle though, so I hope you will enjoy :D I do not own the characters in this story, Disney owns most of them. Just the main two and the story plan is mine, although there will be more characters and other stories coming in shortly...