Lost

Chapter One

"Princess Rose- Anne!! Come back here right now! Don't you dare jump from there! Not again! Rose! Rose please!" My mother cries out to me, as the rain pours down against my cold wet body. The wind blows strongly against my dress, slowly pushing me to the ocean six metres below me. "Rose!... Please.... please don't jump.... please."

"I'm sorry mother." I whisper, before falling backwards, towards the ocean. Im leaving this horrid place, I hate it.

"NOOOO......!!!!" My mother yells, as I fall, tumbling through the rough wind, reaching down to the sharp, jagged rocks below me.

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My name is Princess Rose-Anne second oldest, there is my older brother Prince Derrick, my younger brother Prince Jarrod and my youngest sister Princess Ella. Jarrod is basically the middle child. There's my Mother, the Queen, and well my father, he died two years ago. Lets just say he wanted to fly away from the highest point of the castle, my favorite place to be until then.

I turn 16 in a week from today, 5th of April, and "I absolutely positively can't wait." That sounded pretty convincing right? Well my mother decided to throw some big fancy ball, since she still lives in the past, way way back. My mother is seeing some other "charming" handsome man who absolutely positively adores her. I just think he's in it for the money.

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So I'm standing in the middle of my room with three woman helping me put my dress on, it's this ugly green one that my mother loves so much. I feel like a cocoon, my whole body is wrapped in the tight dress on the inside, but it grows larger on the outside. I can't even walk properly, heck I can't even keep my balance. After they put the dress on, they help me walk to my makeup "booth" and they sit me down on my chair and start painting my face so thick with makeup, and pull all my hair back as tight as the can, twist it, twirl it, curl it, and tied it up in this big fancy plat that wrapped around the top if my head. When they finnish, they all hurry out, probably to Ella to do her hair and makeup. Poor girl

I look at the unfamiliar girl looking right back at me through the mirror. I grab a tissue and start rubbing off my makeup.
Knock Knock
"Rose? I've got some - oh my!" My Nanny drops the neatly folded clothes to her feet and gasps. "What happened to you? You look - you look..." She struggles to find the right word.
"Hideous? Like a clown? I know. Nan? Do you think you'll be able to fix this hideous dress for me please? Maybe trim it and make it wearable please." I ask with a smile.
"Of course dear. I'll do my best." She says.

After I remove all my thick makeup, and put on a clean thin layer, and sort out my hair, Nanny walks in holding the most amazing dress. "I've fixed up for you Rose." She says with an excited smile.
"Oh my gosh, that is amazing, thank you so much Nan." I say.
"Go ahead try it on" she says.

I walk out of my massive walk in closet wearing the updated dress. It feels so good, on me, I don't actually feel like I'm wrapped in a cocoon, I feel like soft silk is hugging me lightly, and it's not hiding my legs, arms or neck. I feel like a normal teenaged girl going to a normal school ball, except I'm not. The dress goes from my shoulders, down to just above my knees, my arms are revealed with half of my back showing, Nan has totally fixed this dress up, it looks so great. I have never raved about a dress like this in such a long time. "Nan you are amazing!" I say, as I grap her into a friendly hug.
"Thank you so much" I say. "Anything for you Ro -"

"What in the world have you done to the dress Diane?" I let go and turn around quick. Phew. It's just one of the make up and dress women, Mary. I thought it was my mom. She would yell bloody murder, and probably go on a rampage if she knew who did this. "Please Anne, please calm down, please. Do not tell my mother, please." I always sound so 'proper' when I'm around them, except for nanny, she's the only one who isn't part of the family who I let to call me Rose. I faze back to the real world, hearing Mary, still complaining at Nanny. "Mary. Please. It is fine, I am the Princess, and I say that it is fine." I love using that excuse. I always get what I want with that. She sighs and storms out if the room, muttering quietly to herself.