Confessions of a Fake Princess

Chapter 1- Packing Up My Childhood

I gaped at my obviously mental sister in shock. We couldn't just drop everything and move because I was getting harassed. Who knows what would take place in California? I would probably get treated like crap there too. Not only that, but my twin and I were practically raising four children, one of them older then us. Here in New York, they let quite a few of our parenting mistakes slide because they had known us and our parents for a long time, but there, anything could happen. We might get the little ones taken away!

But on the other side of things, I had always wanted to go because my parents loved it in Cali. They had left us the house for that specific reason. They wanted us to experience the joy and relaxation that was the beach. A million thoughts swirled around in my head. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. Tears filled my eyes and I let them drop silently, one by one. I hadn't cried since my parents died a while ago. I heard my twin's calming voice in my ears. She was telling me something about Colleen having to go and she was going to stay and help me pack. Then she realized I was crying. A second later, I felt her toned arms snake around me and right then and there, in the middle of my bed, we both let ourselves go. 

After our cry session, Kris had gently pulled me up by my hands and guided my sore body to one of my many bookshelves to start packing. 

I sat on my bed, one hour later, surrounded by piles of things that I thought I had lost decades ago. Kris was sprawled on my carpet, as she had been helping me pack. Since I couldn't move all that well, I told her what pile to put each item in and she put it there. She was the best, sometimes. I pushed myself off my bed, trying to help poor Kris who had been slaving away, and started folding my wrinkled t-shirts and putting each one in the closet empty box Colleen had dropped in my room. Oh god, I thought to myself, if it took this long just for Krissy to clear my room, it's going to take forever to put all my stuff in boxes. I shot a worried look at my sister who looked like she was on the verge of collapsing and said, "Kris, go do your own packing. You've been doing mine and I appreciate it, but even you need a break." She nodded and exited the room, not before looking at the sign that said Princess in pink lettering on my door. Guess she was wondering the same thing...

After finishing with all my books and clothes, I sat in the middle of my bare room, glancing at the white bookshelves, pale pink walls filled with drawings and excerpts from fairy tales, and blank easels that had been my sanctuary since as long as I could remember. A feeling of nostalgia washed over me as I gazed at my room in silence. I wished I could enjoy it for a little longer, but right then, Claire, balancing Topher on her hip and Cassidy barged into the room, obviously upset. They each glared at me and wailed in unison (except for Topher, as he couldn't speak), "KARA, YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!" 

They also felt very strongly about my bullying problem and had told me countless times to do something about it, even though they had no knowledge of my situation and were quite a few years younger than me. I glared right back at them and rolled my eyes, which probably wasn't the most responsible thing to do in this situation.

"Whatever happened to saying hello?" I drawled sarcastically, putting down one of my favorite pieces of artwork that I happened to be packing away. Topher smacked me with his little baby hand. I deserved it.

The girls were usually very reserved and quiet, and their sudden change in behavior sobered me up. "It seems like we care more about your bullying than you do. So get yourself together and when you're ready to talk seriously tell me," Claire fumed, storming out of the room with Christopher, most likely going to heat up his milk and left Cassidy with me, looking innocently at the door. 

Cass stared at me and we sat together in silence. She only spoke very little and when spoken to. My parents took her in a few months before they died, from an abusive household. Cassidy was diagnosed with autism when she was very little and her birth parents would hit her when she couldn't communicate as well as other children on her street.

Back to real life, Cass was completely silent and obviously confused about what was going on. She was only eight after all. Her big blue eyes started to water as I pulled her into my lap for the second time today. I rubbed my baby sister's back comfortingly, knowing that she was overwhelmed by all the chaos that was going on. First with the moving bombshell, then with my current state. It was too much even for me. "It's okay baby," I murmured, handing my little sister a tissue from a very conveniently placed tissue box. Thank you Kris. Cassidy slowly stopped sniffling and I looked down at her. She looked really tired, but there was nothing I could do about that. "Do you want to help me Cass?" I asked her, the pain of my injuries still making it near impossible to move. The little girl shook her platinum blonde head and ran from the room, leaving me cursing and reluctantly starting to pack again.

When everything was all packed up and all of the arrangements for moving and our new/oldish house in California were made, we all headed to the nearest airport, the John F. Kennedy International and boarded our flight that Colleen booked. While rocking Christopher to sleep, a thought occurred to me. I was scared, though I would never admit it. Scared of not being accepted, scared of the unknown. But, I knew that there was one way to avoid getting hurt altogether in my new school. To be popular. And there was only one way to do it. I closed my eyes and started thinking. 

A/N: Thank you so much for all you guys' patience and support. Here is the first chapter and I hope you enjoyed! Just letting you know I have major plans for California!