Her Royal Highness, seventeen year old Princess Penelope must return to school to learn to use and control her (shockingly) unusable and uncontrollable powers. There's only one problem: to Penelope, school sucks! But when she's suddenly sent away to...
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"Princess Analise!"
"Princess!"
"Your Highness!"
"Your Grace!"
Being reminded that you're a Princess, that you have a name and that you're high and graceful is a lovely way to start your day. Especially when you've only spent the last few days since arriving trying to avoid all contact, anyone recognising you, and have been quietly trying to skulk into school without being seen for the past half hour.
You're half an hour late. You've just been spotted. They're getting closer.
And you're about to get mobbed. Now.
My name is Penelope Analise Gaia, and welcome to my life. Where everything is just darn peachy. 'Cause how could a Princess's life possibly not be?
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An (ironically appropriate) half hour after the... incident, I've finally found peace. In the toilets.
I fall backwards against the stall door and let out a pained groan. It wasn't always like this. When did it get so bad?
Waiting in the stall for an unknowable time (apart from knowing I've missed my first class), I finally decide to slowly push the door open just a crack, peek outside with one eye open to be sure that no one's there, and then hesitantly creep out of the stall on actual tip-toe. I open the door and walk into the empty corridor, burgundy carpeted, with mustard stripes along the sides. To each side of me lie the typical stone-block walls of a castle. Just as grey as the stone block walls in any other castle.
I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest. Before moving away from a castle to come to another castle, I'd actually hoped this place might be different. Refreshing. A change from the same-old same-old.
For once, why couldn't a prestigious academy for magic be on the side of a beach somewhere? Why somewhere so grey and boring? I mean, I should really start a movement here. I definitely have enough firepower if that, uh... flash mob, was anything to go by.
Just remembering them stops me thinking straight.
Anyway, being a Princess wasn't always so hard. Our royal family isn't like most others. In most cases, the origins of other royal lines began with their ancestors, authoritative, commanding people who put themselves in charge. We were chosen to lead our people because our family had uniquely large reservoirs of potential (what we call magical ability) and exercised great control and manipulation over our abilities. It was a rather rare skill, and linked to our lineage. Hearing that, you'd probably think we'd find it easier to perform spells and such, but we actually find it harder and take longer to learn new techniques.
So unfortunately, back when I was still training with my potential, I was always the kid who'd have to stay back in class after everyone was gone to, well, manage the basics. Exciting? Quite. And there isn't complete freedom with our abilities; you could get thrown into prison for something as simple as turning someone into a frog, which (sadly) breaks major rules (lucky I didn't get caught).
