Summer Vibes

Chapter 1 - Royals.

I set down my tiara carefully on my dresser and pulled on my black denim jeans and blue sweater.

Then I dropped on my knees, patting my thighs and called out, "Barley! Barley! Come on, boy, come out wherever you are!" while pretending to scan the room, a fake "where is he" look plastered on my face.

Knowing his cue, my sixty-pound fluffy golden Labrador dog leaped out from his usual hiding spot under my bed, and lunged toward me and put his large paws on my shoulders, enthusiastically licking my hair with his flickering pink tongue.

Laughing, I gave him a belly rub and he flashed me a wolfish doggy grin, then gave me a great push with his paws that were still on my arms.

I fell back, giggling like a two-year-old, and grabbed a pink fuzzy pillow from the couch in front of my bed and threw it toward his head.

Seeing the mischievous glint in his chocolate eyes, I regretted doing that as I knew what he was up to next.

I realized my mistake and started to say, "Oh no, Barley, give it back-" and started to pull the pillow away from him, but he was too fast.

Immediately he tore the satin lining of the pillow open and shook the ripped pillow around like a madman, sending big fluffs of feathers floating in the air and strewn across the tan carpet.

This signaled the start of a massive pillow fight. We both knew it. I brushed aside the little voice in my head that was pestering me to keep my dignity as a princess.

"Oh, it's on." I smirked at him as he stared back at me competitively, a shred of pillow cover dangling from his mouth.

In a matter of minutes, all of the pillows in my unnecessarily sprawling room was destroyed completely. Pieces of silk and satin were all over the place, and the carpet was barely visible under the layer of pillow feathers. I giggled hard as we tried to get the downy fluff off ourselves.

"Look, the're's still something stuck to your—" I started to say, pointing at a spot on Barley's hind paw, still chortling, but just then the big white doors of my room flung open suddenly, interrupting our play.

"Ah, just the girl that I wanted to— WHAT IN THE NAME OF HEAVENS IS THIS?" the loud thundering voice of my grandmother, who is also known as the Queen, reverberated through the room.

Uh oh. I'm so going to get it now.

Her wide eyes scanned through the room, as if inspecting the damage caused. Her mouth hung open wide and for once she didn't look very Queen-like, despite the yellow ball gown she was wearing and the jeweled crown perched on her head. She looked like she was host an important event that was going to take place in the palace. Oops.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. or shouted, in this case.

"CHLOE AMELIA JENNINGS!" she thundered hotly, so riled up that flecks of spittle flew from her mouth.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOUR ROOM?" she was red in the face now, furious. "YOU ARE A PRINCESS, for God's sake. YOU KNOW BETTER. And this is a PALACE. HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? Certainly me and your father did not have this room made for you so you could simply TRASH it!" 

I faked guilt and dropped my head down.

My grandmother might seem scary, but I'm used to her outbursts. They happen every now and then. Barley tried to guilt her out of her anger, he sprawled on the ground and tilted his head up, coaxing her silently with his puppy brown eyes. 

But still she continued her wrath of fury, completely oblivious.

"YOU ARE IN TROUBLE, YOUNG LADY. WE HAVE RAISED YOU WELL AS A PRINCESS, and it is YOUR JOB to perform your duties well!"

Suddenly, I blurted out rather harshly, "it's not that easy, why cant you just gimme a break?"

She narrowed her eyes at me. "I don't like your tone, missy. I am aware that being the heir to the throne has its challenges. Nobody is perfect, but it isn't acceptable for a princess to act so heedless most of the time. I expect you to fix your behavior immediately. Do you understand?"

I could only get out a small, "Yes, grandma." 

And with that, she shut the doors of my room firmly and left.

I flopped onto my bed, sighing. Ugh. Goddamn, why is my life so hard? Is it so wrong to have some fun once in a while? 

Then I heard the familiar swish of a broom outside my door.

"Martia?"

My helper peeked her head into my room and her eyes widened at the mess. "Yes, your highness?"

Could you please fetch Poppy for me, please? Thanks." and she left.

Poppy was my little fluffy shetland pony. We had gotten a bunch of them from the Scotlandian Government years back, when I was five. I fell in love with the tiny brown-and-white horse when i first laid eyes on her, and named her after my favorite flower. I remembered learning how to ride her with my childhood friend Draven. I fell a couple of times, but soon i got the hang of it and I've been riding her around the castle fields ever since.

As I grabbed an apple from my nightstand and fetched Poppy's brush, I sighed and petted Barley, who was sprawled on his dog bed, sleeping, then stepped across the strewn feathers on the carpet as I headed out the door.

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hey x

so this is our new story, Summer Vibes. we dont really know what to say ahaha, but we pinkie promise it will be real good :) and if you want to know how Chloe looks like, she looks like Lisa Tellbe (google her). we'll post a piccie of her on the multimedia bar :) 

a scoop of nutella makes everything seem sweeter ♥ byeee!

xoxoxo,

-nata&niki-