Confessions of a Fake Princess

Prolouge- Once Upon a Fake Princess

I can't handle the bullying anymore.

It hurts.

Why am I still alive?

I rolled over, my bloodied and bruised face turning towards the lockers lined up against the blank walls. My thick rimmed glasses had shattered and the sharp shards had made themselves useful by embedding into the soft flesh of my palm. My clothes were past being salvaged, as they were ripped and dirtied from me trying (and failing) to outrun my bullies. I groaned as I groped the lockers blindly, trying unsuccessfully to find a handhold strong enough to pull me up and off the cold linoleum floor I was sprawled on currently. This was everyday in the life of nerd and reject. If you couldn't tell already, this is my glamorous life. What happened to being a princess? I asked myself, thinking back to my dad, who used to call me that. 

When I finally found something to pull myself off the ground with, someone (probably a soccer player from the power of it) kicked me in the stomach, hard. I felt the air leaving my already fragile lungs and my vision became blurred, everything molding into a distorted mess. Just then, a wave of unconsciousness pulled me under. The last thing I heard was my best friend, Mabel's frantic scream for help.

I awoke to my twin sister Kristin glancing worriedly at me. Kristin was the exact opposite of me, being the star of the varsity basketball team, ultra popular, and supermodel beautiful. I moaned in obvious pain, snapping out of analyzing my twin and finally glancing around the room I was currently in, trying to regain my surroundings from being out of consciousness for a long time. I saw that we were at home, in my bedroom. I sighed in content, despite my current discomfort. I missed my familiar artwork and bookshelves. I noticed that I was tucked into my bed and that there was a damp cloth draped across my forehead. Kristin was looking at me with a mix of both anger and concern. Oh shitake mushrooms.

"Kara Isabelle Mathews, do you have no regard for your life until college?" It was then when I realized despite how many motherly duties I could take on, Kristin would always be the best at lectures. But there was more, " I love you so much and I'm asking this of you, not because I don't want you to be yourself, but because we live in a world of hate and conformity. Please, please try harder to blend in." Her brown eyes were filled with tears. I couldn't take seeing her in so much pain. I pretended to be asleep as she murmured a crappy excuse and hightailed out of my room. It was then when I finally let her words sink in. I wielded a sketching pencil and flipped to a clean page of my notebook. As I let my pencil fly across the blank paper, I felt one single tear dribble out of my eye and land directly on the picture I was drawing. "All hail Princess Kara," I whispered to myself, glancing at the truth in what I had just drawn.

I didn't notice Cassidy until she touched my shoulder. "Are you okay Kara?" she asked sincerely, her bright blue eyes filled with concern. I mustered up a smile and pulled her into my lap, hugging her. "I'm fine honey, don't worry your pretty little head." She frowned. "How come Kristin is crying then?" I bit my lip. This one was going to be hard to dig us out of. Smart kid. "Cassidy, she's just sad because-" At that minute, like an angel sent from heaven, my older sister Colleen burst into the room. "Chick-a-dee, Claire needs your help with Topher." The seven year old reluctantly backed out of the room, closing the door behind her. "Get ready for this kid. What I'm about to tell you is going to rock your frickin world."

She sat next to me on my fuzzy paint spattered carpet and placed her hands on my knee. "We're moving! To California!"

A/N: Hey everyone and welcome to the amazing journey of a semi-princess experiencing life! Oh my god, I can't believe I just wrote that. Anyway, aside from that horror show, I hope you guys liked the prologue of Confessions of a Fake Princess and if you did, give it some love! Liking, sharing, commenting, and following are some prime examples, just throwing that idea out there. *whistles and twiddles fingers

I thought the song above (Heavy by Linkin Park ft.Kiiara) perfectly sums up this book, so yeah. WARNING: This song contains some foul language!!!

Thanks and love you all!

Princess Soph