Katherine Bakers Guide On: How To Teach A Prince To Be Normal

Katherine Baker is from a small, poor, family. She goes to normal school; lives a normal life; and has a normal job.

Adrian Vanderbilt is a prince. He's been spoilt all his life and takes everything for granted. He doesn't work; he misses class; and he most definitely doesn't have a job.

The Queen and King are fed up of their future kings behaviour, and decided to send him away with hopes that their spoilt son will find not to take everything for granted.

So when Melissa Baker gets a call from her good old friend Francessca Vanderbilt asking if she can take in her spoilt son, she agrees. Her poor daughter Katherine Baker doesn't know what shes in for, does she?

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KATHERINE BAKERS GUIDE ON:

                                                   HOW TO TEACH A PRINCE TO BE NORMAL.

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                                           "What do you mean the Prince is coming to stay with us?"

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"What do you mean the Prince is coming to stay with us?" Katherine Baker didn't know if she had just heard her parents right.  She stood infront of her parents, her back leaning againt the breakfast bar, and her eyes wide with an increduous emotion.

    "What we mean by that is: The Prince is coming to stay with us." Melissa Baker, the Mum to Katherine, repeated. She was worried by what her daughters reaction was going to be. The all-time-playboy Prince coming to stay with them for God knows how long, and Katherine, as the same age group as the Prince, having to show him the ropes on how to be normal.    

    Katherine blinked a few times, trying to figure out if what was happening around her a dream or not. "Yeah . . ." She said slowly. "I got that part. But why?"

    "You've seen the news honey," Katherines Mum said, touching her daughters arm. "He's going of the tracks a little . . ."

    Katherine scoffed. A little of the tracks? Please. A lot of the tracks. Adrian Vanderbilt, son to the King and Queen, the future King, had been going a way more than a little of track. Katherine couldn't remember the time when she didn't hear - or see - Adrian on the news. He was either partying, taking home girls, crashing top fashion shows.

    "And what has that got to do with me?" Katherine asked. She didn't care for the Prince, she hadn't for a long while. Not since he moved to the palace and decided not to return her letters, anyways.  "Since when is it my responsibility to look after him? Can't they just royally ground him or something?"

    "It doesn't work like that, Katherine, and you know it," her Father, Thomas Baker, replied. "Adrian has always been a . . .  a free spirit. Grounding won't help."

    "And you think sending him here will?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows curiously at her parents. "What are we going to do about it? They have lot more resources at the palace! Is it for the money? I can always put in extra hours -"

    "No," Katherines Mum interrupted. "It's not about the money, Katherine. Francessca and Barnabus would help us out in a heartbeat if we let them, but thats not it. We're doing a favor for our friend. Now he's coming to stay, Katherine. I'm sorry. But the arrangements have already been made."

    Katherine said nothing as she left the kitchen. She just walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, not bothering to try and argue the cause any longer. The decision had been made.

    The Prince was coming to stay with them.

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"No! You can't make me leave," the stubborn Prince shouted, crossing his arms across his broad chest, and looking at his parents with defiant eyes.  "I refuse to leave."

    "I told you this wasn't going to go down well, Barnabus. Especially not when our son is hungover!" Francessca Vanderbilt, the Princes mother, whispered to her husband, the King.

    The King simply rolled his eyes at his wife. His son wasn't going to take the news well that he was being kicked out from the castle at any time of the day, hungover or not.

    "Adrian Vanderbilt, you will be going away from the Palace for a while, until you learn not to take everything for granted."

    Adrian, the Prince, rolled his eyes at his Father. He didn't take things for granted; Oh, no, no, no, he simply just enjoyed life. He enjoyed the money; the power; the girls. He just enjoyed it all. Why not? What had he to lose? A kingdom?

    "I'm not leaving this Palace Father. Why should I? I'm the next King-"

    "Which is exactly why you are leaving, Son," the King replied, leaning back on the dark wooden desk. "You need to learn responsibility. You need to learn how to take care of yourself. How can you rule a Kingdom - a country - and care for it, without caring for yourself?"

    Adrian shot up from his seat. "Is this what this is about? Me not able to be a good King? Who said I-"

    "Don't start with this," Francessca hissed at her son. "You're leaving and that is it. You will stay with Melissa and Thomas Baker, and their daughter Katherine."

    "Kath?" Adrians eyes widened. "You're sending me to live with her? But they . . . they're commoners!"

    "That's enough," Francessca snapped. "They may be 'commoners' but they have good heart. Now no more arguing, go pack. Your flight leaves in the morning."

    Adrians eyes narrowed at his Mother and Father. He'll show them. He'll show them that a silly commoner like Katherine Baker can't change him, no one can.