The High-School Highness

                                              We have had the time of our lives 

                                                and now the page is turned 

                                                    the stories we will write 

                                            We have had the time of our lives 

                                      and I will not forget the faces left behind 

                                           it's hard to walk away from the best of days 

                                  but if it has to end, I'm glad you have been my friend 

                                                     in the time of our lives.

                                         The Times Of Our Lives [Tyrone Wells]

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I owe it all to your mother, without whom, we would not have met and fallen in love. I know your relationship with your mother is a rocky one but over time you'll realize that she was doing what all mothers do best - looking out for you. 

So I guess this is where the story starts. 

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the- Ow! 

Okay, so maybe it wasn't that beautiful a morning and maybe the sun was hidden behind those dark storm clouds and the birds could possibly have taken shelter in their homes. Well, at least I'm not lying when I say the weather reflected your mood.

Though I have a slight suspicion that you were pms-ing.

Ow! Sorry.

I'll get on with the story.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" you cried dramatically.

"Adelaide," your father stressed warning in his tones but you were not one to be easily quietened.

"You're not seriously considering this are you? I mean what brought it on in the first place?"  

"Its about time you started acting like a princess, Adelaide. I have excused your misbehaviours in the past hoping that you'd change your ways but you've only continued becoming more spoilt," said your mother in an icy tone. She seemed to have adapted to your outbursts over the years.

"I am not spoilt! I just have luxuries most people don't and I do the obvious thing and enjoy them as much as I can," you said hotly, huffing a strand of hair out of your face.

"To the extent that your "enjoyment" is published on the front covers of numerous magazines month after month?" added Beatrice from the far end of the room, sipping juice to hide her smirk.

You threw a filthy look towards her but otherwise ignored the interruption.

"Its not my fault other people aren't as rich as me," you grinned arrogantly.

You jumped slightly when your father's fist made contact with the hard wood. 

"This is exactly why you need to be sent to public school. You're too pompous for your own good. With an ego the size of Asia, I'm surprised I didn't think of sending you to boarding school in Libya," said your father.