So I keep getting asked who the Princess in this story and honestly I don't know. So I thought, if you leave a review saying what you wanted her to be like and I'd choose one. Also, if you want her to have a Prince. Fill out:
Name:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talent: (like how Rapunzel paints and Merida does archery)
Prince's Name:
Prince's Appearance:
Prince's Friend:
Prince's Personality: (He could be really charming at straight away or act mean but turns out to like her or a villain like Hans)
Anything goes really. I will choose my favourite by the next chapter and add it in then. Depending on how many reviews depends on when the next chapter is written.
Anyway, on with the story!
"Where do you guys want to sit?" Belle looks at Cinderella and me.
"Aren't you going to go and meet Adam? He'll be looking for you, right?" Cinderella says.
"No, he's planning for Prom in two weeks." She laughs excitedly.
"Guys, Prom. Two weeks." We all squeal excitedly. Prom is something that every little princess dreams of for when they grow up. It's the party of the year: that is unless Aurora's party tops it.
We all take spare seats at an empty table towards the edge of the school cafeteria. I look at our lunches and realise that we all have completely different things. Belle has her soup that her father made her to take with her with a chocolate milkshake (she swears it's a good combination), Cinderella has her salad sandwich and fruit carton and I have Salad puffs (cook's specialty) and fruit smoothies. Our clothes are completely different as well, with Belle still wearing her favourite blue and white jumper, Cinderella wearing blue leggings with a light blue dress over the top and me wearing a purple floral top (one Rapunzel lent to me) with my blue jeans.
"So, what are you two planning for Prom dresses?" I ask them.
"Honestly, I'm thinking something thin. I don't want some huge dress that I have to try and carry around with me. Something that's nice, something that's elegant…" Cinderella lists.
"Something that's blue." We all chorus together before laughing. Blue is Cinderella's favourite colour, and as Belle's is yellow it's easy to guess what colour hers will be.
"Well, I definitely want something yellow," Belle confirms my knowing looks. "But I want a big dress, maybe something with ruffles?"
"I know! Let's go dress shopping tomorrow night!" I say.
"I don't know… I have my chores to do… Oh what can my step mother really do if I miss one day of chores?" Cinderella laughs.
"That's the spirit, Cinders! Count me in as well." Belle smiles.
"I can hardly wait."
After we've actually eaten our lunch Belle goes to meet Adam in the library for some more revision. Even though she spent a long time tutoring him not so long ago, he still needs her help to go through the revision with him. We still have a couple of tests left before Prom, and Belle said that Adam is really looking forwards to it. Alright Belle, I believe you. Cinderella and I go to the currently empty classroom that we always register in at and sit down.
"Hey Cinderella," I turn to look at her instead of staring out of the windows.
"Yes," She looks back at me.
"Do you have a crush on anyone?"
Cinderella's cheeks go all pink instead of the usually pale colour she normally wears. She doesn't quite meet my eye and her mouth does this little half smile. She pushes one of her blonde hair strands that have gone loose behind her ear and she repeats what she'd said before: "Yes."
"Really, who is it?"
"Oh, you don't want to know."
"Yes I do,"
"No, you don't,"
"Yes, please tell me!"
"Alright… Well, he's really charming."
"Yeah…"
"And… He has this really nice black hair,"
"Not Aladdin!"
Aladdin has this head full of black hair. The thing is, even though she doesn't really seem too fazed about it, I'm pretty sure that Aladdin (along with many guys at our school) is really into Jasmine. Sure, she's got the great hair, great style and great piles of money but I couldn't really see Jasmine ever actually going out with anyone. If Cinderella likes Aladdin, she'd be setting herself up for heartbreak.
"What? No… No, not him," I sigh thankfully.
"So… Who is it?"
"It's, um… Well it's Henry." She laughs a little.
"Why did you never tell me this before?" I smile.
"Well, my stepsisters like him as well and they're always telling me about how he smiled at them, or he looked at them, or he accidentally walked into them," She sighs heavily. "I don't stand at a chance with him. I don't even think he knows I exist: He's so charming, and I'm so… Me."
"Cinderella," I put my arm around her comfortingly. "You know what I think: I think that you don't believe in yourself half as much as you should do. If you like this guy then… I say go for it."
"You really think so?" She looked up at me hopefully.
"Yes, I do. Besides, he'll probably be at Aurora's party. Maybe you should try talking to him."
"Okay, maybe I will. Thank you,"
"Anytime," I smile.
Belle walks into the classroom after the bell's gone with her hands tightly wrapped around a book and a smile stretching across her face. She sits down at her desk and puts her hand resting on her chin. Cinderella and I exchange a look. Lunch must have gone well. Aurora walks in and takes her seat.
"What's with her?" She asks us.
"Well, we're not too sure. I'd say that lunch went well, and not because of a good book." I laugh.
"Belle, please tell me that you're happy because you decided to leave that beast that is Adam and are finally with one of the best looking boys in the school that is Gaston?" She asks.
"Sorry Aurora," Belle smiles while Aurora buries her face in her hands.
"Well why? I mean I know that Gaston had no personality and is well, you know, big headed as can be… But is Adam really the better choice?"
"Don't listen to her," Cinderella laughs. "She's probably just jealous,"
"Me? Jealous? No way," Aurora says sternly. "Just as long as you don't turn into Ariel, that's fine."
"Not a chance. I actually realise that people are there when they are talking to me."
As if on cue, Ariel walks into the room and it's no surprise that she is, you guessed it, on her phone still texting Eric! Her fingers are moving so rapidly it's a wonder her phone hasn't caught fire. She moves to her seat and keeps texting, eyes wide and a smile on her face. Suddenly, her expression turns into shocked before laughing silently.
"What is it, Ariel?" Aurora asks.
It's like a miracle when Ariel looks up and walks over. "Hey guys. You'll never guess what just happened."
"You are right, Ariel," Aurora says while Ariel looks confused. "We will never guess: So why don't you just tell us!"
"Okay… Eric just sent me a picture of his..." She looked around the room to make sure that no one else was listening, even though we were the only ones in the room. "…Dingle hopper!"
She burst into laughter while we all stare at her.
"What's a 'dingle hopper'?" Aurora asks her.
"You know… His- well his- dingle hopper."
"Really," Belle mutters in disgust.
"I told him that I thought he was hilarious for actually thinking I'd want to see it, and then he said…" She was then cut off by her phone making a little beeping noise. "Oh! It's him. See you guys around!"
And then she went straight back into mute mode.
"Can you believe that?" Belle shakes her head.
"Dingle hopper… Anyone who uses that to explain it is clearly too young to be in a serious relationship." Aurora then turns to Belle. "Tell me Adam doesn't…"
"No! Aurora, no! Adam isn't like that. He's Kind, and sweet and… totally in love with me." Belle returns to her previous position: Head resting on her hand and staring into her own little dream land, with a smile stretching so wide she looks like nothing could bring her down.
"Good for you, Belle: You finally found your fairytale prince." I say.
"Hey, do you want to come to mine later?" Aurora asks us.
"I would but I've got chores," Cinderella says. She's not lying; almost all of her time is spent doing her chores. She has an unhealthy amount to do, and it is definitely not split equally with her stepsisters. The poor girl never has much time to do anything! And yet, she comes to school each day with a smile on her face and a great attitude. That's one of the reasons she's my best friend.
"What about you?" She asks me.
"I would, honestly I really would. But I can't: I'm visiting my friend who is home schooled." I'm not lying either; I'm visiting Rapunzel after school. The poor girl also isn't allowed out very much, or at all really. This means that her hair is, well… It's really long. A lifetime of never going to a hair stylist has made it longer than needed, but it's not her fault. Her mother is very overprotective. It's a wonder even I know her, but I got lost one day and came across this place in the middle of no where. Turns out, it's her home. I'm aloud in, so long as her mother isn't there. Apparently her mother's over protectiveness has meant that she isn't aloud anyone round, just in case they turned out to be someone after her hair. Doubt it. Why would anyone need seventy feet of hair?
"What about you, Belle. Will you come to mine?" Aurora asked her.
"Hmm," She said confused, turning around from her daydream.
"Really Belle," Cinderella laughed.
"What? It's not my fault I'm in love,"
"Too loved up to come to mine?" Aurora asked hopefully.
"Sure, I'd love to. But not for long, I'm going round to Adam's house." She laughed happily.
"You're entering the lion's den? Brave girl," I laughed.
We kept talking throughout the rest of the day, while Ariel texted, and Jasmine ruled the school, and Aurora judged everything (being the rebel she is, of course). I liked my little group of friends, but I still couldn't wait to see Rapunzel.