"So how's it like?" The boy I've had no time to come to know asks.
"Uh, wh-what are you talking about?" Unsure of what to think, he slurs out words I've come very familiar of hearing.
"You know, your the princess of England. Has to have its perks, i mean here you are getting drunk off your ass and nobody to scold you for it" I become startled but look around at my surroundings and realized he's right.
"Look, uh-" "Ryan" he catches on.
"Right, look um let's pretend I was never here okay? And maybe I can fit a little time for you upstairs?" I seduce while his eyes widen, but quickly grabs my wrists and takes me to the nearest available room. I know what you maybe thinking. 'Whore' 'Slut' 'Wait aren't you the princess?' . Yes I am , and surely I hate it. My mother has this thing where I don't exist, but I do when she scolds me on how not to act infront of our people. I basically can't ruin her image. But guess what? Tonight, at this lame excuse of a party, I really don't give a fuck.
As you may already know, being a Princess is quite the hassle. Sneaking out was my expertise and since nobody really knows what I look like, this seemed to be a regular thing for me.
When will it all change?
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Denial
Ficção AdolescenteShe's in denial. About everything. Her life, the way she lives it, and the person she claims she hates. But it will soon all crumble in front of her own eyes and she'll realize the meaning of inevitability. {Mature content. Read at your own ris...
