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Ch 1. Prolouge
Why. Me.
I mean, seriously. What, exactly, did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Normal people have grandmothers who side with them instead of their parents, or help them with homework, or give them uplifting talks. But NO. I had to get a grandmother who has tattooed on eyeliner, owns a hairless toy poodle that licks off all its fur, and finds sheer joy in making my life miserable.
I guess being a princess doesn't qualify as being a normal person, or something. Because why else would Grandmere insist upon having a formal ball in my name, right here in manhattan? I mean, it's bad enough in Genovia, but in my beloved hometown, where people I know (Lana) will end up reading about it in the Times? I'VE ONLY BEEN THE HEIR TO THE GENOVIAN THRONE FOR A FEW WEEKS!
That's it. My life, as I know it, is over.
I know I've said that before, but I fully mean it this time. Because
a. I'm a PRINCESS
b. My best friend would TOTALLY freak if I told her I was a royal
c. I think I might like said best friend's brother, who is, by the way, a SENIOR, and
d. My mother is getting MARRIED to my algebra teacher, who's class I am currently failing.
So there you have it. You see now? If you don't agree, you will eventually.
Because I have a feeling it will only get worse.
So there you go! I'll have the next chapter up really soon, as I have only to tweak it up a bit first! Thank you lovely people for R&R-ing! I know this one is REALLY short, but the next ones will be longer cause this one's only the prolouge.