Not playing Cinderella

Not playing Cinderella [1]

Thank you to Leanne, for supporting me with this story and everything else. I really do owe you a lot :) I wouldn't have been able to complete this story without you.

Thank you :') <3

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Not playing Cinderella [1]

Clock watching. I sat, wishing for the moment to be over. Or wishing it'd start so it would end faster. That was me all over. Not wanting something to happen before you know it's definitely going to. But this moment had been approaching me for months. And I'd seen it coming. I'd known and done nothing, but what could i have done? Nothing as far as I knew. Typical of me. I'd known she'd have wanted this for me sooner or later. But she didn't understand. I wasn't that kind of girl. And I never would be no matter how much she tried to change me.

You could take the teenage girl out of the princess, but you couldn't take the princess out of a teenage girl. Yeah, I'd been born as a royal. A princess. But inside, I'd have given anything to be a typical teenage girl, going to high school and living as normal teens do. Like in the movies and in the books. Not like this, kept a prisoner in my own home. It was a joke. A royal was just a title to me. Nothing more. Most girls my age dream of being princesses. They make me sick. Head in the clouds, thinking one day they'll marry a Prince Charming and ride of into the sunset, the end. Fairy story over. But it's not like that. Especially if you're like me. I wanted to be so much more than just a princess. I was more than that. She just couldn’t see it.

My ascribed status may have been that of a princess but i aspired for my achieved status to be something so much lower. Hell, i’d even put up with living on the streets if it meant i wasn’t stuck here for the rest of my life. Normality had been my wish since i could remember. Every birthday candle, lost eye lash or shooting star had been wasted on a dream of a normal life since i'd been old enough to think for myself. I’d hated every second of living like i was currently. Like a princess.

She kept insisting that being a royal was more than I made it out to be. But no matter how many times she went over it, I didn't listen. I didn't want to. Because I knew it wasn't true. I didn't care what it was, I didn't want to be a princess, I didn't want to live happily ever after and I certainly didn't want a love story like people imagine they'll have one day. There's quite a simple explanation for my beliefs and thoughts, I didn't believe in love. Told you it was simple. I didn't believe in happy endings. I didn't believe life would go like that. It never ended like that. No matter how much everyone wrote and dreamed about it. It definitely wouldn't end like that for me. Because I was different. I may be a princess, but like I said, just a title. Nothing more. It didn't come with any special guarantees of a perfect, no-problem life, it made no promises. it was just as unpredictable as any other normal life. If not more in fact. My life span, had been severely reduced from that of your average 'Joe Bloggs' for the simple fact that i was a princess. royals were often the victims of hideous crimes. Crimes that i could be targeted as a victim for.

No matter how hard my mum tried to change me into the perfect princess-daughter she'd wanted right from the start, she would not succeed. I'd vowed that to myself the day she first started trying. I don't even know why she bothered putting in the effort now. I had ruined all of her plans so what else was there left? Nothing as far as I thought. Not having a clue on why things happen, is very annoying. I find it more irritating than anything else. I don't know why she bothered trying from the start. The way I see it, there was nothing wrong with who I was. I was a typical teenager who had Converse, skinny jeans and earphones. I'd say booze and parties but there was no hope in that life where I was. No hope at all. I was being watched, every moment of the day. Well, except after dark. But whenever there weren't visible eyes on me, there were cameras and guards everywhere. It was an invasion of my privacy. Another thing that never failed to irritate me severely. That and my mother. Being treated like a prisoner was never going to be considered ‘fun’ in my eyes. After being given a lecture about being too ungrateful many times before, I’d simply ceased to care what my dreams made me.