The Life of a Princess

Chapter 5 - A Lack of Lingerie and Louboutins

[This chapter is edited]

Louboutin = loo-boo-tan (if anyone was wondering)

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"The world is my runway," - Unknown

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I almost puked all over my closet.

No, I wasn't sick (in the literal sense) but my given clothes reminded me of something my grandma would wear. Like really, who thought that big, bulky bags would look nice as dresses? Own your curves, woman! Jesus, it wasn't that hard.

The clothes had been ripped out of the closet and were now laid spread out over the floor. Everything was either of a hideous yellow or pink colour, or it looked like a potato sack. How was I going to work with this? My eyes hurt. They really did. Because what. What on earth could the person who bought these clothes be thinking? "Oh, let's punish Sophia by buying her clothes from the hardware store!" Not cool, dude. I was a human being, with feelings (although the lack of them, they were there).

"Were leaving in five, Sophia!" Riley shouted through the door to my new room. Or new was maybe putting it wrong, it was outdated by at least two decades and it smelled like what you'd imagine an old cottage would. As a matter of fact, the whole house was old, with creaking stairs and old light switches that were turning knobs instead of buttons. So my parents didn't only send me to America. No, they sent me back twenty years too.

Oh, joy.

So I put on a pair of washed-out jean-shorts, a yellow t-shirt and my glasses and bolted out of the room then down the stairs. I would have to go to town and buy more underwear, seeing as I didn't get to bring as much. Mum was inspecting me every second until I had closed my suitcase, so all g-strings and push-up-bras (which were literally 90% of my underwear stock) were left in England. I didn't get to bring clothes either, because "I was becoming a new person" and "it was unnecessary to bring my own clothes since I would get new in America". Well, I didn't know if old curtains counted as clothes but apparently they did in this world.

I came out in the driveway to find Riley sitting in the car, waiting for me.

"Hello," he chirped as I sat down in the passenger seat. I only glared at him and put on my seatbelt in silence. And so was the car ride the whole way to the school. Yes, you heard me. School. The jet-lag was killing me and I had a pounding headache, yet I would be going to school.

Public school.

I had watched enough chick flicks to know that high school was hell. And looking like I was now, I would also have a nice day eating my lunch in the bathroom, thank you. I wished I had my killer Louboutins now so I could kick some ass while looking sexy as hell.

But yeah, Mum was a bitch so they stayed with my lingerie.

"Okay, so you want to go to the office first, to get yourself registered and-"

I got out of the now parked car and slammed the door shut in Riley's annoying face, interrupting him all the same. I didn't need instructions and especially not his. He had already put me in a bad mood with his incessant pestering about hurrying so we wouldn't be late for school, and I was fed up with being bossed around.

I paced through the front doors of the big school and into the cool, air-conditioned hall. Inside the walls were lined with rows and rows of the typical blue lockers, and the constant slamming of them that reached my ears through the already buzzing noises of people speaking made my head throb even more. Yet I made sure to keep walking so Riley wouldn't catch up.