Princess!
"Who We Are"
It isn't easy being a princess.
Scratch that.
It isn't easy being a princess who has seven other princesses living in her palace. Sometimes, you come across an OCD Cinderella who randomly decides to throw her normality out the window. Other times, you wind up with a sporty Pocahontas who performs gymnast flips on your dining room table. And, sometimes, you even have a bizarre Sleeping Beauty (Aurora) bringing squirels into the pool to see if they really can waterski. I mean, things are always kept interesting, but if I didn't have the help of Snow White, life would be a mess.
By the way, I'm Jasmine. Princess Jasmine. My boyfriend, and not-quite-yet-fiance, Aladdin lives across town in some luxury appartment along with some other guys. I guess it's like a bachelor pad or something, because he never lets me come in. Whatever, though. My palace is better.
I decided a year or two ago that it would be fun to have my friends all move into the palace with me. Daddy moved to Dubai a while ago, leaving me by myself and this giant of a home, so I called them up. First, it was just me and Pocahontas. We've been best friends since before I can remember. She brought along everything from her village--even Meeko and that hummingbird--and moved into the next largest room of the palace (besides mine, of course).
Next came Snow White. She was kind of getting sick of the whole "prince is my life" thing, so she dumped him and moved in. She really didn't bring much, but we ended up shopping for everything that she would ever need later on that week. I think that we rung up a bill for over seven thousand dollars at Hot Topic. It was worth it, though. I love how she dresses. It's so creative and pretty. Plus, she helps me control everyone and cook.
Later that month, Aurora joined us after her whole fling with her prince. She said that it was time to live a little since she'd been sleeping for so long. We've been trying to catch her up with modern technology ever since. She's taken to the whole fashion thing, though. I can't get her to stop shopping--although I will admit that she has great taste in what looks good on a body. I had her buy me some new clothes, and I felt like a princess (which I should have anyway, but it was extra-princess-feel). It was pretty much amazing.
Mulan moved in a few weeks later with her puppy (who she, oddly, named Little Brother). Her relationship with her boyfriend actually lasted and is still going on. She just wanted to move out of her parents' house. Her dad can be quite a pain. I don't doubt why she moved. She seems pretty normal for how our house is. She's kind of sporty, and likes video games a lot. She's also a little bit of a book worm; like myself. The only quirk she has is that if you surprise her, you're asking for a karate chop to the stomach. We try to give her warning.
Cinderella moved in next, along with a castle of things. Literally, she nearly brought the entire castle with her. Her prince had dumped her because she wouldn't stop cleaning all of the time, so she was kind of down for the first few weeks before getting better. She still has her odd moments. This week's theme is "I'm still a princess; what are you talking about?" Last week was "I can clean if I want to." She rubbed a spot on a dalmation until the poor thing was raw. We actually locked her up in her room for a little while. It was that bad. When she's acting normal, though, she's, well, normal. She loves shopping (especially at Hollister), but she also has a thing for her old princess dresses (which, may I add, she doesn't really fit into anymore).
Our next guest was Belle. She accidently murdered the Beast (I'm not sure how that one works, either) and, after the trial and a brief stunt as a pirate, moved in. You'd think that she'd be a little messed up from the whole killing of her husband, etc., but she's probably the most normal of any of us. She's a little nerdy with her books, but likes cooking and playing with people's hair. She never brought much to the house, and she wouldn't allow us to buy her anything new. It was a shame, because she needs some style updating.
The last princess to move in was Ariel. Now, Ariel was having some problems at home, and her dad actually kicked her out. Yeah, tell me if that's not sad. King Triton himself kicked her out of the ocean and onto land. Ever since, she's been a mess of partying, shopping, and sleeping way too much. Sometimes we force her to run a mile--just make sure she doesn't get any blood clots from laying on her butt for extended periods of time. Lucky her, though, she still stays rail-thin, but if you look hard enough, you realize that she's kind of flabby. It's a little gross; not going to lie. She's not quite used to having legs, either, so she's really clumsy.
As for myself, maybe I am the normal one. I toss around the word--much like how society tosses "I hate you", "I love you", and "omg"--but I probably am the normal one. I'm pretty laid back, but I tend to not take people's crap. If Cinderella is bothering me, I'll chuck something at her and walk away to play with Rajah, my tiger. But I tend to read a lot, write, party it up, watch tv, and do basically normal things. I don't really have any weird obsessions or quirks besides that I like joking around a lot. Just keeping things enjoyable. It's what I do.