No Prince Charmings

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I stared, along with the rest of the school, as the beautiful princess walked into lunch. Her long, inky hair flowing behind her and her hand wrapped around a yellow printed lunch bag. Not once, in all four years she had been here, had I ever seen her get a school lunch. Proof, the she was royalty. She was talking someone, a girl off to her right. Abby, I think her name was. She talked to a lot of people on a daily bases, but only a few actually got to have conversations with her.
I was not one of them.
I sat in the very back of the lunch room, at the table next to the doors leading to the courtyard. On nice days, I would eat outside. Occasionally, I would be joined by the other outcasts of the school, but I mostly kept to myself. My best friend is my cat, Diamond. I got her as a kitten about two years ago and she rarely leaves my side now.
I heard the the princess also had a pet, a royal pet. A pure white horse named Lolly. She was a birthday present to Luna for her sixteenth birthday.
I glanced back to her, watching as she sat down in her usual spot and started to pull out her lunch. Knowing that if I stared for too long, I would probably catch someone's attention, so I turned back down to my book and continued to read while munching on some crackers.
Or, at least tried to. Every so often, I would hear her beautiful laugh or her voice if she raised it slightly. Man, she had such a lovely voice. It could be very distracting.
I remember walking home from the library one day and hearing that voice. The joys of living two houses away from royalty. I felt like I learned a secret from her when I first heard it. I had never heard anyone at this school talk about her being able to sing and rap. It was just a glimpse of that beauty that I caught that I will never forget.
It was a Saturday afternoon, around three I think, when I had just reached the Laws house. I faintly heard a voice coming from the direction I was walking too. It was coming from her house and I paused just off the property line under a tree to listen. Luna had left her window open and was rapping a song I didn't recognise. Her voice was a little rough, bit it seemed to fit. I felt so special to be lucky enough to hear it. She kept it up for about three minutes before I heard another voice, her mother I presumed, calling her downstairs.
I spent days pondering if I should tell her, even told myself I would. I chickened out though, as usual. This wasn't the first time I chickened out on talking to her. There had been many other opportunities I could have, but I always ended up backing down. I mean, what princess will willing talk to a peasant like me?
Not even the kindest, like her, will. This isn't some fairytale movie, this is real life. The girl doesn't always get what she wants, if ever. Yeah, it hurt, but then again, what doesn't nowadays?
I snapped out of my trance when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. I watched her get up with her friends and walk through the doors, laughing and giggling with the rest of them. In this dark and twisted world, it was nice to have a ray of sunshine like her to brighten it up.