Sofia began to sing as she let go of her sister…

"Everything seems crazy big and we're feeling unsteady. Mom says we'll be just fine, but I don't think I'm ready. New school, new friends, new family; and a ball where they want us to dance. We're just two little girls from a small, small town. In this world, we don't stand a chance."

Sofia stood as she looked at Madeline's new toy castle.

"I'm not ready to be princess. I don't have what it takes. I'm too short for gowns, I look bad in crowns and I'm gonna make a bazillion mistakes.

Looked through Madeline's drawer, seeing that that just made her feel worse.

"I'm too average to be princess. I respectfully refuse. I don't know the rules, we don't want the jewels and these feet were made for comfortable shoes. I'm ready to be a princess.'

Madeline looked at her sister with worry. "But Sofia," causing Sofia to turn to her little sister. "If your-your to not ready, I'm not even close." So, Madeline began to sing.

"I've ever known is village, my life like simple keys. Three was only three and that was fine with, but things just changed so suddenly. I would also play in the mud with no care. Now, I'll wear gown and fancy crown that I bet will not fit me. Mama is so happy and guess a new families grand. But I don't if I can be me."

Madeline looked at her fancy toy but did not feel great.

"I'm too loud to be princess. To this I say 'poo-poo'. I don't know the rules, I don't want the jewels and those fancies shoes will be tore up in two. I'm ready to be a princess."

Sofia and Madeline walked to the closet with the gowns and crown.

"Shelves bursting with trinkets. that we're afraid to touch!"

Madeline soon closed the closet with fright.

Sofia grabbed all the toys with worry instead of enjoyment.

"Fancy toys and ginormous pillows. It's all much!"

Madeline still looked frightened.

"Too much!"

The girls soon ran out of Madeline's room and in the whole.

"Too much!"

The girls ran through the hall afraid and overwhelmed.

"We're not ready to be princesses. One look, and that seems clear!"

"Cancel our debut,"

"Keep your royal crew and if we ever find mom's room."

"We're outta here!"

The girls feel to the floor saddened as Madeline cuddled into her sister.

"Sofia, not a noble name."

"Madeline, even my wave is lame."

"We're not ready to be princesses."