Reincarnation

(CH.2) Princess' prom

Ch. 2 Princess’ prom

Dear Diary,

Living in a town isn’t bad. I haven’t got bullied. I always played that part. I haven’t seen prince charming, fell in love, and decided to elope. 

I’ve got my best friend Drake who wouldn’t accept the idea that he makes a perfect prince on a white horse (he’s afraid of horses) and a silver sword in his hand.

I’m building a small princess room out of Selena’s room. It’s not perfect since we can’t afford buying decent decorations. But she is pleased enough with it.

Selena loves the place; she has got plenty of friends, including the ice cream man. She dreams about dad every night. She lives with my bullying, sometimes she even laughs at the way I bully her. She is such an unbelievable kid.

The Halloween prom is coming up soon. Lucy, the most popular girl in school I had a small fight with, was talking about her devil costume with a red mini dress. If you ask me, it’s not as pathetic as my idea of wearing princess dresses. I have no idea what I’ll be wearing to the prom, but at least I convinced Drake to wear just like the prince that the beast turned into in Beauty and the Beast.

That’s all for today, I guess.

Tracy

“Why do I feel like you’re doing this on purpose?” Asked Drake after taking a bite from his burger

“What am I doing?” I asked in confusion

“Not liking any of the costumes.”

“I might be annoying, but I am not a Lucy.”

“Well what was wrong with the white one?”

“It’s a prom, not a wedding ceremony. Besides, I can’t afford half of them.”

“Are you sure you’re not expecting your fairy godmother to turn you into a princess right before the prom?” he asked in a dramatic voice that forced me to chuckle.

“I was sure. But that’s a great thought, saved all the time.”

“Ohh  God.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Don’t change the subject-“

“I’ll let you pick the movie,” I cut him mid sentence.

“Then hell I’m watching.”

“And hell, you’re buying me popcorn and coke.”

“You just ate Tracy,” he said dropping his jaws open in disbelief.

My body was the type that hardly showed any gain in weight after eating tons of food, which was a great advantage to my forever open appetite.

“No one says 'no' to free food,” I grin as he slaps his forehead.

And that was the first night I didn’t have the memory of dad hunting me… Why?  

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 And as planned, ten minutes before the prom, I sat on my bed expecting that fairy. I didn’t believe that will happen, but I found relief in pretending it will.

“Okay, I’ll play the fairy Godmother role. Drake told me everything. You’re going to wear this dress of mine,” informed Julian as she came closer to my bed.

“I’m expecting a fairy Godmother, not an evil witch planning to make a joke out of me, Julian,” I said coldly.

“The dress is hanged on your door knob, little princess. I hope your fairy Godmother shows soon, then.”

“Leave me alone Julian. Go wash the dishes or check up on your own daughter.”

It was about time for the prom to start, Drake will be seriously disappointed if I don’t show up. I hated the thought of disappointing him, but I had no other decent choice.

And then, I noticed a letter tied to the collar of the dress. I cut it off carefully and started reading it out loud…

 “I was so happy I was getting engaged to the only guy I’ve ever loved. I felt like I’m a princess. This dress shall be kept and passed on to my daughter who is peacefully sleeping in my womb right now. However old fashioned it gets, keep it safe, Tracy. I always wanted to be a princess, and in this dress, I felt like one. Forever love – Your mother, Charlotte."

I felt my throat tighten painfully as tears slowly filled my eyes. Her handwriting, unlike mine, was princess like.

I folded the note and placed it under my pillow. I wore the dress and applied some make up then stood before the full length mirror.

In front of me was a tall girl wearing a sleeveless dress that exposed her breathtaking collar bones. Its crimson red colour contradicted her skin tone heavenly. There were some black crystals decorating various parts of the dress beautifully adding to its princess impact. Soft golden hair with captivating waves embraced the sides of her face. Her slightly parted lips reflected bright glossy red lipstick suffocated by the golden eye shadow over her eyes. The beautiful darkened eye lashes spread open after blinking to expose her honey deep eyes with black patterns that made you want to stare into them forever.

The beautiful princess staring back at me was myself.

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I run to Selena’s room and searched in her drama class stuff. There, I found it. A frowning half face red mask that perfectly matched my costume. My smile was too wide that my jaw ached.

“How confusing does that make the mask?” I wondered as my heels 'clicked' my way down the wooden stairs.

There was a thought that I had to speak out loud… I walked out of the house to find Drake smiling in his father’s car. He was wearing the suit I asked him to wear. His long, dark brown hair was styled like a prince's. He even had the sky blue sword with him. He looked handsome.

I look at Julian behind me as she gives me an assuring smile allowing me to accept the free ride.

“You look… dazzling,” he said with his sweet passionate smile and loving eyes.

“Drake, my mother is my fairy Godmother,” I speak the thought trying so hard not to scream it.

“I’ve heard so. What was shocking, though, was how the fairytale obsession turned to be a trait to inherit,” he said with a genuine grin.

And that was the best day of my life… without dad.

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Dear Diary,

Today was a fairy tale. My mother turned to be my fairy Godmother, with a little help from Julian. I love my mother, the princess.

I still didn’t meet prince charming, fall in love, and elope. Everyone stared at mom’s dress tonight. I’m not using this diary like I planned. I don’t write my daily adventure and the lessons I get from them. I’m just writing my every once in a while teen-princess thoughts.

I didn’t fall in love. I am 17 and I never fell in love. It’s freaky, right? But mom said dad was the only guy she ever loved – note attached.

I miss my dad. I wish I can tell him everything instead of writing it on paper. I love you dad, I love your princess as well. I wish I could see both of you, soon.

Hoping the coming days would bring some more to life.

That’s all for today, I guess.

Tracy