The Prince and the Bookworm

Chapter 3

Sadie

Let's just say I woke up that morning all prepared for an awesome school day. As soon at my timer rang at 6:30, I jumped out of bed, my mind buzzing. I pulled on some slippers because the cold floor was bothering me, and hurried downstairs, the smell of bacon propelling me forward. As soon as I got downstairs, I took my usual seat at the kitchen table and smiled at my mom.

"Morning." I said in a sing song voice. My mom looked at me, giving me a perplexed look. She held a spatula in her hand and was wearing an apron, her basic look every morning.

"Someone woke up on the right side of the bed." My mom noted, pushing the bacon around the pan with her might spatula of authority.

"Sure did. When's breakfast going to be ready?" I asked, checking my phone for the time.

"A couple minutes. Why don't you get plates and forks?" My mom suggested and I nodded, complying. I walked around the kitchen grabbing two plates out of a cupboard and two forks out of a drawer. My mom was never one for organization, so stuff is kind of spread everywhere around our home. I placed the stuff on the table and grabbed a clean cup from the dishwasher. I hummed the tune to a song as I poured apple juice into my cup until it was halfway full. I carried it back to the table and at the same time my mom came over with eggs and bacon. I quickly put the wanted amount of food on my plate and started stuffing my face with it. My mom stared at me the whole time, not quite sure how to react. She opened her mouth to talk, but closed it, just shaking her head. Apparently there was no figuring out a teenage girl. I ate until all my food was gone, took my plate to the sink, and thanked my mom for breakfast before heading back to my room.

I stood in front of the mirror, braiding my hair down to the right side. It ended just past my shoulder. I stopped for a couple moments to study myself. I called my hair dirty blonde, but recently it's been looking more like a super light brown. My eyes were a soft hazel that I was often told looked blue in the light. And I was super pale, like it was ridiculous. I had dimples, like Dallas said, but they weren't very big. My figure was about 5'4, but if we're really being honest, I'm more like 5'3 and a half. I always wore makeup, but it was pretty light. I put some mascara on my top lashes and instead of putting them on my bottom ones, I put a good amount of eyeliner. I then put on some blush and any sort of lip gloss or balm. I walked to my room and could hear my mom in the living room, talking about a book order. With a frown, I hoped she wouldn't have to leave again. I hated having to attend to the store all on my own. I pushed the thoughts aside and walked in my room, going straight to my closet. I pull out a plain black t shirt and a blue flannel. I pull them on also putting my favorite pair of denim jeans on. I also put on my knockoff brand red Converse. I looked towards my backpack which was at its usual place sitting on my desk. I look through, making sure I had everything before slinging it over my shoulder. I turned my light off before walking out of my room and heading over to the bookstore.

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By the time I had got there, my mom was already shelving the books she bought yesterday. She smiled when I walked in.

"I brewed the coffee." She commented, picking up the now empty boxes that the books were in and carrying them to the back of the store. I gave her a thumbs up, letting her know it was much appreciated before making my way over to the coffee station. Putting original creamer and a couple packets of sugar in my cup. I took my first sip, already feeling better. You know, coffee has that effect. I set my coffee down on the table before checking the time. It was only just before 7:30. Plenty of time to start a good book. I browse the bookstore, touching the spines of the books. I like to think I have this weird power where if I touch a book I instantly know whether it's really good or not. Its most likely not a real thing, but hey, you never know. I suddenly stopped on a book called The Daring Princess. After reading the description, I tucked the book under my arm, going to reunite myself with my coffee. I settle in my Thanksgiving chair and open my book. It was about a princess, Maya, who had a prince she was being forced to marry. In an attempt to ruin the wedding so two kingdoms won't unite, someone kidnaps the prince. Yes, the prince. And that's when the title comes into play. The princess, feeling it's her duty, goes out to save the prince. Talk about a different fairy tale story. I noticed my mom walking towards me. She had a sad smile on her face and her eyes held past memories. I turn in my chair to look at her.