Thank you so much to everyone who entered a Princess. This is what I have chosen to be my favourite, and I hope you enjoy:
Name: Brielle
Appearance: Light brown hair with sparkling green eyes
Personality: Tries to make friends with everyone she meets, loves the colour Red, dreams of getting away and is great at keeping friends, but can be slightly sarcastic at times.
Talent: Tree climbing and friend keeping.
Prince's Name: Stephen
Prince's Appearance: soft blonde hair with a friendly smile and blue eyes
Prince's Friend: Flynn Rider (Eugene Fitzherbert)
Prince's Personality: Understanding, friendly and strong, brave
I make my way across the dirt filled footpath, through the trees. The thing about Rapunzel's house is that it's very difficult to get there, and you don't often end up wanting to go all that way on purpose which I suppose is exactly what it was her mother wanted when she chose that house. I couldn't imagine a life with no one around, no one to speak to except a mother… Not that I would know. My mother died when I was only little and it has been just father and I since. I couldn't imagine not being allowed out to meet friends though, or having to keep any friends I did have a secret… Then again, Rapunzel probably can't imagine what it would be like to have so much freedom, something I really do take for granted.
The stone house it almost in sight… Well, I say house but I'm not entirely sure what it is. It's more like a tower, with only one room on every level of the house and stairs being the access in. Rapunzel's room is the very top, another safety proportion her mother took hold of. If someone wanted to break in, the very top level would be the last place to do so. I creep across the trees towards the side window (something I always have to do) and tap the bottom window three times before ducking down underneath the window. Rapunzel isn't allowed anyone except her mother and herself to enter her house, but she occasionally sneaks me in: Only when her mother isn't home, and not for very long.
The windows open slowly, and I can tell that she's there.
"Brielle," I hear Rapunzel's voice whisper, even though there is no one around. I keep as silent as I can. "I know you're out there…"
I spring up, shouting "boo!" as I do so. Rapunzel throws her hands out and tries to hit me with a frying pan. I dodge out the way, but not quite in time. The frying pan hits me on my arm as I throw them up to defend myself.
"Brielle," Rapunzel cried. "You scared me so much; I thought you were a thug!"
"Right, because thugs just go looking for weirdly shaped houses in the middle of the woods on some dirt trail for the hope that there will be a girl will seventy foot hair." I say sarcastically.
"You are very sarcastic." Rapunzel laughs. She let me climb through the window and onto the wooden floor. "But you are here, and that's what matters."
"Yeah, what did you want me for?" I say, letting her lead me by my arm towards a pair of red curtains. She looks at me excitedly. "You wanted me to see some curtains? They're… Uh, great Rapunzel,"
"No, not the curtains," She pulls back the curtains to reveal a beautiful painting where she's looking at a load of floating lanterns.
"Oh Rapunzel… It's amazing!" I gasp. The drawing looks so realistic it's like I'm really there.
"I don't know why, but this is my ideal setting. I want to see something like this; I want it so bad it hurts!" She sighs.
"Weird…" I say, wondering why it looks so familiar.
"What? What is it…? What are you thinking?" She asks, grabbing hold of my arm.
"It looks a lot like prom," She looks at me expectantly, urging me to go on. "Well you see, every year at the end of prom everyone can buy a lantern. You can draw on it whatever you want to see soar; your hopes, your dreams, your names… anything really! Then, everyone lights the lanterns and set them off into the night sky. It's amazing…"
"I have to go!" She smiles excitedly.
"Rapunzel, you can't. Your mother-"
"I don't care! My whole life I've lived dreaming of this moment! Weren't you listening to me? I HAVE TO SEE THIS! IT'S MY DREAM!" She cried.
"Rapunzel please,"
"No! I'm going… And you can't stop me," She folded her arms.
"RAPUNZEL, LISTEN TO ME! I don't want to stop you! Go and get your dream," I laughed light heartedly.
"Really," She asked, gripping the frying pan in a hug tightly. "You sure,"
"Well, I can't stop you. But your mother can… and the school,"
"What?" She looked so heartbroken it hurt.
"You can only attend prom if you're part of the school, or with someone that is part of the school."
"So…"
"So, unless you can find someone to take you, you can't go."
She sits herself down, the tears stinging at her eyes. She looks at the painting and can barely contain herself. She looks up at me, full on puppy-dog pout.
"No." I say sternly. She pouts a little more, with more tears stinging at her eyes. "No, no, no." She holds her hands in a praying motion. "No… Rapunzel… I can't. I wanted to go with… Someone else," She stays silent. "… Fine,"
"Really," She jumps up excitedly, and hugs me tightly. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"
"It's fine… you seemed to change your tune."
"Yeah well," She sits back down on the rug and I join her. "So… You like someone?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" I laugh.
"Well… You said that you…" She mutters awkwardly.
"Yes, I like someone. Pointless telling you anyway, you won't even-" I start but am cut off.
"Rapunzel, Mother's home," A strange voice calls from outside.
"Oh no," Rapunzel mutters. She jumps up and throws her frying pan behind the red curtains, drawing them swiftly.
"What do I do?" I whisper.
I'm going to get caught. I'm going to get caught. I'm going to get caught.
"Um… Go out the window. She probably won't see you, hopefully."
I climb out the window, but not before giving her one quick final hug to her whispering in her ear. "Go get your dream,"
"Thank you." She whispers back.
I climb out and she shuts the window doors just in time. I hear the voices talking together behind me as I run towards the tree line. I take one last look at her little home and begin to head back to my own little home.
I walk up the street towards my home and end up having to walk past school. I stop to look at the big bricked building, the school crest displayed in white stone largely above the entrance. When I first arrived at the school I was so scared. Everyone else seemed to fit the part, seemed to have so much… But then I met Belle and Cinderella. They were just like me. Belle shared my dream to one day get to have a better, more exciting life and Cinderella had my same loyalty to my friends. We all became friends straight away, and we've been that way ever since. I met Rapunzel when I got lost later that week, trying to find Belle's house. I ended up facing this dirt track and curiosity overtook me. I knew that I'd be good friends with her as well. When I make friendships, I rarely break them.
"Brielle," I hear a cheerful voice call. It sounds so much like Aladdin's but it wasn't: It was Stephen. Stephen was in the football team and had soft blonde hair that was always falling slightly over his forehead and deep blue eyes. He also had a friendly smile, a laugh like a song and the power to make my knees feel weak. It was Stephen who I had wanted to go to Prom with, but he doesn't like me. I am sure of that. "Fancy seeing you here,"
"Stephen, I could say the same to you." I smile. I look at the red football jock jacket with the school crest on the chest that he wears all the time. The only other person I know that loves sports as much as Stephen is Merida, the only girl jock in the whole school. She's always doing sports, winning school races and doing as much as she can to be sporty. "Cute jacket… Borrow it from Merida?"
"Ha-ha, you're so funny Brielle." He says as we start walking.
I can't believe it! I'm walking down the street with Stephen Primes, the cutest boy in the whole school. Say something cool! Say something cool! "Are you going to Prom?" Real smooth, Brielle: I could almost slap myself! Don't slap yourself! Great, now you're going red.
"I am. Are you?" He just laughs.
"Yes, hopefully…"
"Are you going with anyone?"
"No one… No! Oh, I am… well… technically I am, but-" I mutter. He looks confused as we make our way along towards my house. How does he know where I live?
"Oh… Well, I'm sure he's great," He smiles as we stop. I go to tell him it's actually Rapunzel I'm taking but he cuts me off. "You don't owe me an explanation. I knew that you liked him."
"I- What," I mutter confused. He knew I liked him?
"It's so obvious that you like Flynn!" He laughs.
"WHAT… Flynn Rider?! You don't know me at all!" Again, all he does is laugh. "Stop laughing, this isn't funny!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop laughing!" He laughs. "You can tell me all about this guy that you are seeing that is not Flynn Rider at Aurora's party."
"Are you going?" I smile.
"Of course, Aurora's party is like party of the year! Only instead of only having one every year, it's more like every month. I'm bringing Flynn, who you gonna bring?"
"I hadn't really thought of it." I say honestly. Maybe I could bring Rapunzel, considering she is obviously my new date for everything.
"Well, I'll see you around, Brie,"
"Nickname, like it… Steph… Wait, you aren't gonna walk me home?" I say, pretending to be offended.
"No can do, Brie. I wasn't even supposed to walk you this far. But I thought, because it's you, I'll let you off."
"'Because it's me'" I smirk.
"Naturally," He smiles, walking away. "Goodbye Brie," he says, not even bothering to turn around.
I'm kind of glad for it though; this way he can't see me blush like a tomato. "Bye, Steph." I smile, walking towards my house.