The Life of a Princess

Chapter 21 - The Friend

She didn't deserve to die.

I didn't even know the girl, but she just didn't deserve it. Even on the pictures, I could see how happy and kind she was. She was so warm, open-hearted, nice, I could see that in just her smile. She had that long, blonde, healthy hair all girls was striving for and had the looks that everyone was jealous of. She was mellow and pleasant to everyone so naturally they liked her (even Angela did).

But again, I didn't know the girl. But then again, if I could revive one dead person on this whole earth, it would be Candice. Because 1) she was Riley's sister, 2) she seemed like an amazing person and friend and last-but-not-least, 3) I hated seeing Hunter so broken-hearted. He must've really cared for her, maybe even loved her (which is a big word if he was sixteen at the time).

I pushed away the ice cream tub and laid down on my bed again. The chick-flicks were wrong. Ice cream didn't help in the least, it only made me nauseous after the massive amount I had eaten. To be honest, I only ate the ice because I wanted to be one of those girls, not because I was gullible. I wanted to be exactly like those tumblr girls, not anything imperfect. Long hair, cool clothes, perfect make-up. I wanted to throw out my old tomboy ways and be like...Angela? My eyebrows shot up at the thought.

Did I want to be like her?

She was the perfect barbie. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed right. She had the clothes, the hair, the face, the grades, the money, the guys. Everything! While I was stuck here eating ice cream and moping over a doomed-from-the-beginning relationship.

Hunter.

Gosh, why did he have to exist? He just made everything harder! Everything was perfect before he pranced along. I had friends, Angela, Riley and their friends, and I was living the normal life of a teenager. Well, as normal as I could make it. I was a princess, and at one point, I was going home. The thought frightened me.

Did I want to go? Or did I want to stay in all the drama? They say don't run away from your problems, but I would be pulled away wouldn't I? When I was sent home, I wouldn't have a choice but to follow orders. The weird thing was, I didn't even miss the castle, or my family, or my pretend-friends. I didn't miss the smell of my pillow, or the sight of the shining diamonds on my crown, or the sound of my mothers heels clicking against the marbled floors. I didn't even miss the luxury.

I definitely didn't want to go home with all these unanswered questions. Hunter had a ring, why? Riley was avoiding Chloe, why? Angela hadn't been to school since the sleepover, why? I was crying over Hunter, why? Why, why, why?!

Why couldn't I predict the future? Why couldn't I see what was around the corner? Why couldn't I see what the answers to all my questions were? Why couldn't Hunter care for me as I cared for him? Why couldn't he let go?

But then again, why read a book and start on the last page?

**

"Nice place."

The house was decorated in modern furniture, mostly black and white. Everything was placed with a good amount of space between but I couldn't decide if I thought it was freeing and open or just plain empty. Chloe smiled over her shoulder as we walked up the glass stairs.

"You think so? Mom find it too empty, but dad is allergic to dust so we have to keep it clean." I nodded absentmindedly and followed her as she walked through a door. Inside everything was mismatched and thrown around in a mess. I assumed it was Chloe's room, even though she didn't come off as such a...filthy person.

"I guess your dad doesn't come in here then?" I pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the bra hanging from the ceiling fan.

Chloe looked ashamedly at her room while kicking some clothes under the bed. "Sorry for the chaos. I usually have a clean room, but my mind has been kinda...off lately."