The Converse Princess

1- Ordinary

Kaylin Jones Adams, a regular girl who spent her time within an old dusty library had fallen madly in love.

She swore it was the way his eyes shined, or how awkward he could be or even how sweet and stupid and embarrassing he was around her.

Truthfully she felt like it was all those things. But there was one thing in the way of her day dreams and romance drama– and that was being a Princess. And that meant—

I slam my hand on the keyboard, deleting the eighty words I had just spent writing. Groaning I allow my head to fall on my desk.

This assignment would never get finished! I had already wasted two weeks, and now with it being due in three days I couldn't finish it! All my fantasies or dreams on paper just sounded cheesy (they are, I'm well aware) than inside my head.

I should have chosen to do a poster off my favourite book like everyone else, instead of choosing the option to write a one page book for my teacher because, I quote, 'your litature is amazing work and I'd like to see more, Kaylin.'

There's an annoyingly loud knock in my door. Quickly I grab the water gun in my room and stand, holding it at aim. I lived with my mom and dad, but I had seven older brothers.

My door opens and I spray one of the twins, Mason, with the water before running and sliding under his legs. I slide down the banister and run into the kitchen in time for supper. Mum looks at me funny before placing the food on the table. I can't help but giggle as my brothers file in. A sopping wet Mason follows second to last, his identical twin Jake laughing so loudly he might be dying.

Jake high-gives me before sitting in his usual spot next to Julian. Mum sets the food down as dad walks out of his office to join us. My dad owned a law firm here, and was always working but he made sure to spend time with us. Mum was a nurse at a near by hospital and worked weekends and a few hours a week.

      I was close to my brothers, and would never give them up. As much as they annoyed me I loved them, and sides, I annoyed them too.

      All seven brothers were talking loudly, and dad sighs. He wanted to get something across but couldn't. Mom clearly had given up, and was patting his shoulder in comfort. I cup my hands around my mouth and scream, "Eh! Dad wants to speak!"

      It went silent. All the boys turned to my dad, waiting. Dad smiled at me in thanks before speaking up. "How was everyones day? Ethan?"

      The second youngest of eight, Ethan who had turned fifteen last year sat up in his seat. "Good. We have soccer tryouts coming up, which is cool. Mr Finch gave us extra homework though, so it's eating up practice time."

      Dad nods. "Mason? Jake?" Both brother burst into a fit of chatter and laughter. They go in about the pranks they pulled in the last week, how I was a 'ninja' who sprays them with water when I can and Hockey.

      We go around our twelve person table and take turns. Julian talks about collage, since he's a first year. Lucas and Kevin drone on about school work and the upcoming plays they were both in. Kevin was adopted, so him and Lucas were the same age; I only found out about him being adopted two years ago, and it was a shock to half of us younger ones.

     Charlie starts up on the music he'd been writing, how he would be auditioning for the role in the upcoming play at school. My brothers were all interesting, to say the least. They were always busy, always working hard and knew what they wanted to do.

      I was the opposite.

      When it came to my turn, I couldn't help but shrug, a usual reaction from me. I never had any major things going on; all my friends were within Cadets (a program I fell in love with when I joined at age twelve) and school was boring as usual. I wasn't interesting, but certainly not boring, do what was the word I was looking for?

      "Nothing hon? Something must have happened." Mum presses, eyes wide. I sigh, slinking into my chair farther.

      "I'm working in a stupid project for Mrs Lance, but so far it's a dud. I've three more days until it's due." Everyone stares at me. I wasn't special, nor did I have things going on! School, homework, books and Cadets, nothing else.

      "That sounds interesting. Why don't you tell us more." I lived my mother, but in this moment I gave up trying to be noticed or impressed. I stand, bidding a muffled goodnight and walking to my room with my food.

      Later at night, when I was sitting at my desk attempting to write again, it finally came.

      I wrote one word, one word that would start so much if this project, a word that described me to the finest point;

      Ordinary.