Her Highness h.s

Chapter 1 (Her *not so* Highness)

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Ps. This was my first story here and I didn't quite know how to write 😂😂 i've tried to delete it but then decided againts it so just don't judge lol

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We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.

We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.

And people still wonder why some people are afraid when told they are loved.

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I can't see his face clearly, everything is blurry except his sharp words that fall from his mouth.

"B-because, I love you" he admits.

"I told you not to fall in love with me" I reply, my eyes wanting to tear up.

He inhales deeply,"That's what I thought."

*Alarm goes off*

"Miss Liliya, Wake up, you have 10 minutes" A voice wakes me up from my dream.

I shake my head, and chuckle at the thought tearing up because someone told me they loved me.

The dream just doesn't describe my life at all.

I don't even know how I should even begin to describe my complicated life.

It is quite normal despite the fact that I'm actually from a royal family from Marocco.

My parents tend keep me as a secret from everyone else, especially from my homeland.

They refuse to tell me the reason why and everytime I ask them all I get is "It's Dangerous, Liliya, that's all you need to know."

Sigh.

Even my friends don't have a slightest clue, and to be honest, they wouldn't even believe me because the way I use words is bit of trashy and the way I dress and behave, is far from classy. No other princess would ever behave like me. And, honestly, I don't even care.

I've lived in America for my whole life, It's kind of weird, never being outside of the States. I'm not complaining thought. I have everything I could ever need in here.

We have loads of money, boats, expensive cars and of course a big mansion that will catch everyone's eyes everytime people cross by it.

My parents visit my homeland every weekend for business. They have things to do there and somehow it involves me so I can't go with them.

Despite the royal stuff, I live like a normal teenager, well at least most of the time, partying, drinking, and dating. But adding a rule to dating, I go out with guys until i'm bored. So, no serious stuff for me.

How harsh of me.

Oh and there's one thing you should know about me, I get everything I want.

I turn my annoying alarm off, and go to the bathroom and do my morning routine.

After I'm done, doing my pretty heavy makeup, I head up to my dresser, which is technically another room. I choose to wear a pink tank top and white pair of shorts and my favorite black high heels.

I take a one last look at the mirror and smile.

I run down our stairs, and yell good bye to my mother as I make my way out of the front door.

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I park my black car at my school's parking lot, making everyone gape at the sight of it. I smirk at them,but quickly take my attention away from them when I hear someone calling my name.