Sister my sister

A princess of disaster

Since I am now a "princess" and there's no way that I can bring Freya back inside of me, the only thing left to do, other than pull pranks of try to play sports with boys undercover, my mom, queen Bell decided that it would be best to enroll myself, and Freya into princess school, to learn how to be a princess, and let me tell you, that is the VERY LAST thing I EVER wanted to do!

But, this is not up to me, as the soon the be king's sister, I had to play the part too. So Before I could join the others at the real school, before I could help my brother with any royal duties I had to be trained. This was gonna take forever. The one class that I did have to take at the high school though was one that taught me how to be "good." The headmistress would be my teacher, she was gonna teach me how to be a proper princess.

Like EW, why would I want to do that. Freya had to go too, so at least I won't be all alone. So here's what I (outfit 2) was wearing and this ( hold while I barf) is what my "sister" Freya was wearing (character 2 outfit 2) What are you wearing? Princessy clothes, what are you wearing? My clothes.

I'm not even gonna judge you, because I just want to be a princess. Yeah because all princesses are so super nice! hey are, how would you know? Your little friends, and everyone except for Ben, mom and dad think I'm a freak, everyone prefers you and your not even really human, you're a clone that I created to be my friend, but you sure don't act like one.

Says you. I know your secrets, and I'm the nice one remember, co head cheer leader, perfect grades, help you prank my friends, even if I'd rather not do that, but I do because I'm a part of you. How can you even say that, you are no part of, no part I'd ever want anything to do with that is, where did you even come from, when I created you, I thought you were gonna be just like me, how can you be so, so annoying, and princes like, at least your not a mean popular like your friends.

Suddenly FGM comes into the classroom. Ladies, ladies, ladies. She says whacking her stick on the table. Both of you sit down, and pay attention for your first lesson, if you may. If we may what, we're being forced to be here?! Jade please just sit down, like good ol' Passion. Just like Passion, just like Passion, why does everyone tell me that all the time, she is not a real person she is my clone, that is nothing like me, I don't understand how this happens, you are nothing Freya, you are made of pure magic, and everyone wants me to be like you, and I used to be able to just snap my fingers and make you go away.

Why, and how, I just don't understand, this isn't fair, they want me to be like someone who if it weren't for me doing magic, wouldn't be alive in the first place! Ms. Jade that is quite enough young lady, now sit your butt down and park it! Yes ma'am.

Class was long and boring. We had classes just like this all month long. One day after "princess" class with FGM we found princess dresses on the bed. One was (hot pink) the other was for me and it was and it was (bright yellow)Where her crown was this (Character 2 crown) this was mine (Tiara) I figured I'd give it a small chance then do whatever I wanted anyway. So for a week I decided I'd make everyone happy, and make myself suffer. Then I made my own (crown) I spray painted the dress black and put a skull on it too. (outfit 4) 

Ok so not only that we had to both wear heels like this (heels) so now they were like this (boots)  When I showed up for classes the next morning I walked in like I owned the place, the only people ok with this were Ben, and my parents, my BFF Ben actually encouraged me to do this.

He liked me like this, but Freya, and FGM were shocked, as were all the other princes and princesses. We were learning to do all the princess things, like balance and posture, and how to be ladies and gentlemen. Honestly sometimes I wish one of two things in my life, ok maybe 3. One be on the Isle with all the villain kids, because anything could be better than this. Two see my biological family again, I believe that my father, my real one is still alive searching for me somewhere.

3rd, I waned to figure out who that boy in my dreams was, and Freya's even if they were different people, but both looked totally sweet and cute, ok so black and white cute, and adorable, possibly more for Freya, but the long haired tan bad boy looking one, oh just thinking about me made me want to melt like butter,

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a sec, this is a boy IDK, and when do I suddenly feel like my clone from thinking about him like this, I'm not that kind of girl, too bad I'm totally into bad boys, and he looks like the the kind I'd be into. Not that I'm like all the other princesses here, yuck, I don't need a boy to be happy, or take care of me, I can take care of myself.

The boy's name is Jay, oh Jay, it even sounds like a wonderful bad boy name. Snap out of it! The boy my "sister" dreams about has a cute little name too, his name is Carlos. Then Ben's girl, who isn't his girlfriend, sounds like she could be a lot like me, purple hair, pale skin, feels like she probably doesn't belong, in some ways more than others, with no friends, sorry, that's not her that's me.

Well I mean the pathetic parts anyways. Well I'm off back to class, of tea cup holding, with right placement of silverware, pinkies up and out, books on my head, what princesses wear, what not to wear, what to do, what not to do, dancing, slow dancing, just yuck, all of it is gross, I'd rather be undercover as, Jackson Edward Burgess, of the Southern Realms, number 18 on that sports team with my brother, or pulling pranks on his girlfriend, and his other friends, making Freya tag along, and help me.

Or at that matter practicing my magic! When is this place gonna get any less boring. Well Tomorrow is my big princess test, I'll have to act all princess like for everyone and I have to wear this (outfit 5) not that I mind the blue, I like blue, black, purple, and red, as long as its not yellow or pink, yuck, I'm fine with it, but the whole princessy thing has to end.