The Princess Diaries: Digimon Style
Chapter 8: Princess Lessons
Queen Clarisse Renaldi sat at her desk, signing important papers.
Suddenly, Charlotte waltzed into the brightly lit room and announced, "Here are the diplomatic papers, Your Highness, and… she's here."
The Queen smiled regally.
"Thank you Charlotte, please, send her in at once."
Sora carefully studied the limestone statue in front of her. It was of a young girl, holding her arms out.
Curiously, Sora put her two hands inside the statue's outstretched ones.
The result… one of the fingers broke off.
Sora almost screamed, the Queen would KILL her! She picked up the finger quickly from the floor and tried to stuff it back on… no such luck.
Sora gasped as she heard Charlotte coming her way and did the only thing that made sense to her… she stuck the cold, white finger into the statues mouth.
Sora stared at the regal painting of her grandmother that hung on the wall, as Charlotte took notes from Clarisse on what needed to be changed about Sora. 'Yippee.' Sora murmured, lost in a train of thought.
'All right, now circle around slowly Sora. Sora? Sora!"
The young girl immediately turned to face the old woman.
"Yes?"
"Sora, does your, bad posture affect your hearing? Turn!"
Sora obeyed at once and turned.
"…Slowly." Her Grandmother finished.
And so, she did turn… slowly.
"Let's see… hmmm… the neck is… seemly enough… the hair… is much too big, the nose is exceptional, the eyes… The eyes are beautiful, but… hidden beneath bushman eyebrows! And, the ears, are like her fathers."
At that, Sora perked up. "Really?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips.
Her Grandmother finally smiled and nodded.
"Yes."
Queen Clarisse Renaldi waltzed through the hallway. "Now, when walking through a crowd, one is always regal and elegant. Keep the head up, arms straight, now you try it?"
Sora walked in her normal way by accident, and the Queen grew frustrated.
"No no no. We do not slump like this…" Clarisse lowered her shoulders and made a brutal impression of Sora.
Then, Sora walked through the hallway, almost like a ballerina. Clarisse sighed.
"No! We drop our shoulders, we keep our heads up straight, you look everyone in the eye, and you walk gracefully."
Over the Queen's shoulder's, Sora stuck her tongue out at Charlotte and crossed her eyes. The result was kind of 'lizard-like'.
Charlotte placed a delicate hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.
It didn't work.
It took a very long time, but Sora managed to get it.
Later, they practiced 'sitting' like a Princess.
Sora sat the way she usually did, arms by her chair, feet apart, and her back was slumped way low in her chair.
"No Sora."
Sora tried it a way she had seen Mimi sitting in class that morning.
She placed her hands on her lap and crossed her legs.
"No, Princesses never cross their legs in public. You tuck one leg behind the other and place your hands in your lap. You try it."
Sora eagerly tried. She tucked one of her legs under the other, but then she couldn't move it. So, she tried to unhook her leg with her other leg and ended up falling off of her chair.
"Charlotte, I think it's time for tea." Clarisse said, without moving so much as a muscle.
Helen Takenouchi sat in front of a huge painting, full of blues and greens. Together it looked like a giant wave.
Sora sat in the nearby chair, in sweats and slippers.
"So tell me… How does my mother or really anyone for that matter, go into a parent-teacher conference, and come out with a DATE?"
Helen sighed and dropped her paintbrushes into the sink.
"Sora, Mr. O'Connell is not married, he's not living with anyone, and he has no piercings or tattoos. Do you know how rare a find that is South of Market Street?"
Sora bit her lip nervously. "Well, did you think about the fact that if you dated one of my teachers, it would give the others a chance to mock me for the REST OF MY LIFE?"
Helen placed her head into her hands. "No, I didn't. But Patrick- Mr. O'Connell, is a real nice gentleman and I haven't met one of those in a LONG time…"
"-Fine. OK, fine." With that, Sora marched upstairs.
"I just can't do anything right anymore, can I?" Helen asked the empty chair that her daughter had been sitting in earlier.
Hehe he. Well… now the most boring parts are finally through… the good stuff starts! And thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!
Chapter 8: Princess Lessons
Queen Clarisse Renaldi sat at her desk, signing important papers.
Suddenly, Charlotte waltzed into the brightly lit room and announced, "Here are the diplomatic papers, Your Highness, and… she's here."
The Queen smiled regally.
"Thank you Charlotte, please, send her in at once."
Sora carefully studied the limestone statue in front of her. It was of a young girl, holding her arms out.
Curiously, Sora put her two hands inside the statue's outstretched ones.
The result… one of the fingers broke off.
Sora almost screamed, the Queen would KILL her! She picked up the finger quickly from the floor and tried to stuff it back on… no such luck.
Sora gasped as she heard Charlotte coming her way and did the only thing that made sense to her… she stuck the cold, white finger into the statues mouth.
Sora stared at the regal painting of her grandmother that hung on the wall, as Charlotte took notes from Clarisse on what needed to be changed about Sora. 'Yippee.' Sora murmured, lost in a train of thought.
'All right, now circle around slowly Sora. Sora? Sora!"
The young girl immediately turned to face the old woman.
"Yes?"
"Sora, does your, bad posture affect your hearing? Turn!"
Sora obeyed at once and turned.
"…Slowly." Her Grandmother finished.
And so, she did turn… slowly.
"Let's see… hmmm… the neck is… seemly enough… the hair… is much too big, the nose is exceptional, the eyes… The eyes are beautiful, but… hidden beneath bushman eyebrows! And, the ears, are like her fathers."
At that, Sora perked up. "Really?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips.
Her Grandmother finally smiled and nodded.
"Yes."
Queen Clarisse Renaldi waltzed through the hallway. "Now, when walking through a crowd, one is always regal and elegant. Keep the head up, arms straight, now you try it?"
Sora walked in her normal way by accident, and the Queen grew frustrated.
"No no no. We do not slump like this…" Clarisse lowered her shoulders and made a brutal impression of Sora.
Then, Sora walked through the hallway, almost like a ballerina. Clarisse sighed.
"No! We drop our shoulders, we keep our heads up straight, you look everyone in the eye, and you walk gracefully."
Over the Queen's shoulder's, Sora stuck her tongue out at Charlotte and crossed her eyes. The result was kind of 'lizard-like'.
Charlotte placed a delicate hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.
It didn't work.
It took a very long time, but Sora managed to get it.
Later, they practiced 'sitting' like a Princess.
Sora sat the way she usually did, arms by her chair, feet apart, and her back was slumped way low in her chair.
"No Sora."
Sora tried it a way she had seen Mimi sitting in class that morning.
She placed her hands on her lap and crossed her legs.
"No, Princesses never cross their legs in public. You tuck one leg behind the other and place your hands in your lap. You try it."
Sora eagerly tried. She tucked one of her legs under the other, but then she couldn't move it. So, she tried to unhook her leg with her other leg and ended up falling off of her chair.
"Charlotte, I think it's time for tea." Clarisse said, without moving so much as a muscle.
Helen Takenouchi sat in front of a huge painting, full of blues and greens. Together it looked like a giant wave.
Sora sat in the nearby chair, in sweats and slippers.
"So tell me… How does my mother or really anyone for that matter, go into a parent-teacher conference, and come out with a DATE?"
Helen sighed and dropped her paintbrushes into the sink.
"Sora, Mr. O'Connell is not married, he's not living with anyone, and he has no piercings or tattoos. Do you know how rare a find that is South of Market Street?"
Sora bit her lip nervously. "Well, did you think about the fact that if you dated one of my teachers, it would give the others a chance to mock me for the REST OF MY LIFE?"
Helen placed her head into her hands. "No, I didn't. But Patrick- Mr. O'Connell, is a real nice gentleman and I haven't met one of those in a LONG time…"
"-Fine. OK, fine." With that, Sora marched upstairs.
"I just can't do anything right anymore, can I?" Helen asked the empty chair that her daughter had been sitting in earlier.
Hehe he. Well… now the most boring parts are finally through… the good stuff starts! And thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!
