Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: Princess Lessons. Gosh, kill me now. Trisher, I bet your highly enjoying this.

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Chapter 58

A Real Low-Down Drag, and I Mean It

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This was a drag. It sucks. It bites. It blows.

I could say something else, but I'd most likely det in trouble, considering, according to my teachers, half of my vocabulary was, and I quote: 'Fit for a common urchin if not worse.'

Of course, when I said that was fine for me, Professer Baran just looked down his huge nose at me, and sniffed.

"A lady talks like flowers."

"Flowers don't talk." I said

"Exactly."

I sighed.

After speach lessons, I had to be taught to walk correctly. I was not happy about that.

"What, are those?" I asked, even though I knew. They were rather like the ones Trisher and I had taught Lego boy to walk in. Except these were hot pink

"I'm not doing it." I told Madame Belthil. "Sorry, you are not getting those things on my feet."

Two minutes later I was stumbling across the room. After falling a good 10 times, Madame Belthil gave up and sent me to the next instructor.

History. If you think my teacher, Mrs. A, was boring. Meet Madame Rochallor.

Aparently in History, I also get insulted for my name.

"What kind of a name is Paige?" she asked me.

I looked at her. "Well, my mom was gonna name me Lucy, but my Dad didn't like it. So I got named Paige."

"I see. Well, that will have to go. You never see any rulers named Paige."

Whoa, was she trying to change my name?

"Uh-uh." I said "I may despise my name, but I am keepin it."

"No, Paige is a very ugly name."

"Yeah, well at least I wasn't named after a horse!"

I was sent from that lesson too, no history taught.

The Next class, I had a real problem with too.

I was once again with Madame Belthil. Or, as I nicknamed her, Miss Barbie.

Why? Well, when you have a body that totally defies gravity, long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect smile, and guys are practictly stalking your every step. Ta-da! Barbie.

Whatever. Back to the lesson.

"Today's lesson: Dressing Nice."

She sighed as she looked over my rather pitiful attire.

She pointed her perfectly clean and pointed fingernail at a diagram that she had drown with a crude picture of a girl.

"Firstly, hair must be done. And I emphasize must." she looked at my mop of brown hair that hung straight and down, and tapped the top of the girl, where the hair was pulled back with braids. Oh god, not braids.

"Secondly. Ladies do not wear...whatever those things are." She pointed to my 'Goodbye Jeans'. The ones that were signed by all of my CMS friends. She tapped the long dress.

"These are very special to me." I said

"Doesn't matter." she said "Nextly,"

I rolled my eyes.

"Ahem. Nextly, we have shoes." She tapped the bottom of the picture, where I supposed feet might have been, but they were covered by the dress.

"What's wrong with my shoes?"

"If you can call them shoes." she said

Okay, so my shoes are unique. I mean, who else has white and bright green tennies with matching bright green laces?

I sighed.

"And, of course," she said "A lady does not wear a shirt that does not compliment her skin color. Orange is not your color." she said

Now she was insulting my hometown colors, orange and black.

I held back my temper, and tapped my foot.

"A lady doesn't show that she's impatient." she said, with a grin. "And, now we fix everything that's wrong with you."

"Oh no." I said. This was sounding like a...

"Yup!" Barbie clapped her hands "A makeover!"

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Rochallor - Finglefin's first horse.

Baran - Elder son of Beor the Old

Belthil - 'Divine Radiance', some name of some dude somewhere in the Silmarillion

Doesn't Divine Radiance just sum up Barbie?