*This is my first story. I was tired of reading all of these books about boarding school, vampires, arranged marriages, and "playboys" falling in love with their best friends. Don't get me wrong-some of them are good, it just gets old after a while.*
Chapter One: Hell
Hell. Hell is the only way to describe this. Why do I have to be here? I mean, it was Lizzie's dress, not mine. Why couldn't Lizzie be here? She was better at this stuff than I was. Ugh. What did I do to deserve this? I mean, besides the whole ditching Mr. Wilson to go watch a baseball game. In my defense, nobody recognized us AND it was Andy's idea. I didn't see him here suffering with me. Typical. Just 'cause he was the oldest and the next ruler of Hilldovia, he didn't get any punishments. It wasn't fair.
I think I should explain here. My name is Nikki- short for Nikole. My older sister Lizzie was turning 21 in 2 weeks. It was a family tradition for every person in my family to have a ball on their 21st birthday. She was getting her dress fitted and my mom, knowing how I hate anything overly girly, decided it was a perfect punishment for me. You see, yesterday was the World Series. My brother Andy is a serious baseball fan and just had to go. But he didn't want to go alone. He knew I was the only one who would go with him, so I ditched Mr. Wilson- my etiquette tutor- and off we went on our merry way. I really should have known that mom would find out. When we got home, she was waiting for us. Andy got off with "Andy, I love you, but you just can't take off without telling us. Up to your room." Now I got the whole "Nikki, what were you thinking? How many times do I have to tell you to not leave the grounds? You could have called. We were worried sick about you! We almost sent out broadcasts! Plus Mr. Wilson was waiting for you. Nikki, if you don't straighten out and act like a proper princess, I will be forced to take drastic action," here she sat down, shook her head, and sighed, "Nikki, Nikki, Nikki. What am I going to do with you?" I didn't think that now was the time to mention that I had tried calling- she was just too busy planning the ball to talk to me or that dad knew where we were and that he didn't think it was a bad idea. I found out early on that you shouldn't interrupt when getting yelled at- it just makes the whole thing that much longer. She then dismissed me with a wave of her hand. Then this morning, mom announced that I had to go with her and Lizzie to try on her dress.
Andy was probably at a charity polo match or something with Nick and Abby while I was stuck between 5 yards of navy blue satin and an oversized tree-bush-fern thingy that kept tickling my nose. Great, just great. Could my life get any worse? Wait! Don't answer that- I don't want to jinx it.
