Chapter 8:

Horoscope Shocker!

Author's Note: I need to make this quick, but thanks for all the support! Enjoy the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mario or any of the other characters.

The morning sun nearly blinded her eyes. Lazily making her way out of bed, Princess Daisy smiled to herself. The rest of the day before had been spent with one of her favorite people in the entire planet: Princess Peach. Sure, she could be jealous of her cousin sometimes, but other times she was just happy that she had Peach for a friend.

Peach had this ability of cheering anyone up. Maybe that was why so many people liked her...and at the same time, Daisy puzzled over whether she was gifted with it or not.

Was she that bad of a person? She sunk a bit deeper into the comfy bed's warm covers. Maybe she did act a bit like a jerk sometimes...maybe she was just too opinionated. She didn't know it for a fact, but at the same time she felt like she was doing SOMETHING wrong. She'd never know until someone else told her. That was true.

That's how the many psychologists of the Mushroom Kingdom got bread on the table. Not that Daisy needed one or anything...

She slowly made her way out of the immensely cozy bed and into the shower. Her agenda for the day...well, there was none. She'd come up with things at the last minute. Oh yes, "spur of the moment" planning...it was her favorite way to plan any day....

And besides, wasn't this a bit of a vacation? Well, her life wasn't too stressful, unless you count the occasion work meeting or social gathering...

But it was nice, smooth, and peaceful. Sure, she'd love more action every once in a while, but what could she expect? She was Princess Daisy of Sarasaland, not the usual damsel in distress, Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom.

No, no, she wasn't good enough for that...or maybe she was too good for that...more questions without answers.

Finally getting dressed, she grabbed her phone and dialed room service. It wasn't but three minutes later that a little Toad entered the room with a breakfast tea cart and the latest edition of the Mushroom Kingdom Gazette. What was a princess without her horoscopes?, thought Daisy, flipping directly horoscope section in the back of the local newspaper.

She finally found her sign, and read the prediction. Her eyes widen as the newspaper section slowly slipped out of her gloved hands. It couldn't be! Her horoscope NEVER predicted anything like that.

Sagittarius: (November 22-December 21) Terrible things are about to happen. Grin and bare it. Nothing will be as it seems....

Terrible things!? Weren't horoscopes by law supposed to be positive? And what did it MEAN by terrible? It couldn't be true! Not at all! Who WROTE that thing?

Daisy searched the section for an author. She couldn't seem to find it. Who came up with this...trash was out of the question! Her life was going to have some major bad news unless she came up with some way to prevent it!

Looking anxiously around her hotel room, she frowned and grabbed her purse, forgetting about her breakfast and heading out of the hotel room. She had to find someone that would understand this sort of thing....someone like...Peach!

Oh yes, Peach would understand! She was her friend and she knew very well that Daisy was obsessed with horoscopes...well, maybe obsessed was a bit of a strong word, but...she was "hooked" on them...

And besides, maybe it was fake. Wouldn't that be funny? A fake horoscope! Humoring herself always helped the slightest bit. She headed out of the hotel and raised her glove hand for a taxi. She didn't have the patience for a bus ride.

One pulled up and she immediately got in. Paying the fare a bit early, the taxi hurried off, leaving the Mushroom City V.I.P hotel in the dust.

Boredly, the auburn-haired princess stared out of the window, occasionally playing with a lock of her perfectly flipped hair. It felt like forever since she had left. Crossing her legs, the princess peered up into the front, at the little suspicious rogue driving...

Rogue...well, it was wrong to call him that but...he didn't look like the friendliest Toad in the kingdom...

"Are we there yet?" she finally asked, her patience having ran all out.

"Sorry babe," he stopped and glanced at her. "I hate ta do 'dis ta a cutie like ya but we ain't goin' to Princess Peach's castle..."

"We aren't?" asked Daisy, confused.

"Nah, we're goin' ta da outskirts of town. Wait 'til the boss sees I got a princess for him to put ransom on."

"What!?" exclaimed Daisy, her eyes completely widening. So much for fake horoscopes...this couldn't be happening! "Please, sir, I'm no princess," she hid her crown. "I'm an average lady in a huge dress, just please; PLEASE take me back to my hotel already!"

"Sorry chick, but I saw da crown, 'n average folks dun have the money for fancy smancy hotels...nah sweetie, 'n not ta mention da boss has said nothin' but good stuff 'bout ya..."

"Your boss knows me!?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah, ya...think he's got a bit of a crush on ya if ya ask me..."

"A crush!? Eww! Is your boss like...one of those fan geeks or something?"

"Our boss is only da coolest guy in dis kingdom, honey!" the Toad snapped. "Don't diss him. For a cutie beauty like yaself, ya sure have an attitude..."

"Attitude!?" Daisy exclaimed. Ouch. That hit her hard. Peach sure didn't have attitude problems...

A laugh came from the driver. "Aw, guys like a gal with sugar and spice...it's what makes character, doll..."

"I sure don't like your character," the princess commented, placing her crown back on her head.

"Aw, sweet-cakes, you're too kind...all the ladies like my character. No need to deny it darlin'..."

Daisy narrowed her eyes. "Do you want my real opinion on it?"

"Go right ahead and tell me, baby!"

"I think it's pathetic." She immediately forced the taxi door open, and rushed out, before the Toad could make any action to stop her. Running for her life, with much conflict due to the heels, she hurried into a road-side café, hoping to blend in with the group of artsy Toads, Koopas, and Goombas heading in for the annual poetry contest. With all the blacks and grays blocking her bright yellow dress, she was able to make it in without being caught.

But the real question was how long would this run-away last?

Final Notes: Forgive me for any grammar mistakes and please review! Your suggestions have really helped keep this story going!