"DJ!" The annoying voice of my sister raked at my eardrums. "WAKE UP!" Before I could even register what was beginning to happen, Emery grabbed the pillow I was using and hit me in the head. Sparks of anger began to form.
"Didn't I tell you to only come in my room unless a zombie apocalype happened?!" I hissed, opening my eyes to see that no sunlight filtered through the windows. "What time is it anyways?"
Emery ran her fingers through her long, dirty blond hair that had purple highlights in it. "It's four thirty, now get up!!"
"Why?!"
"We're going shopping!" Emery yelled, grabbing ahold of my arm and dragging me off the bed onto the floor.
"I don't want to! Now leave me alone!" I loosened from her grip as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room.
Emery rolled her eyes. "Come on, or I will drag you out of the castle and into the limo myself if I have to. Besides, if you don't do it," She jutted her chin up and smiled. "I'll tell mother." What a brat.
***
We were at the Secret Princess Mall, where idiot Emery forced me into one of the stores to try on horrendous dresses. I couldn't stand why anyone, anyone, in their right minds would like to wear a dress when they could wear a comfy T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
I complained the entire time. It was boring. How anyone could stand this form of punishment was beyond me.
When Emery had just about made me try on every dress in the store that was my size, she forced me to go to the casheir and pay for one. It was mint green with a black headband and black high heels. I despised it. For all I care, the dress could burn. Better yet, all dresses in the entire universe could burn.
Throughout the entire ride back home to the castle, idiot Emery was blabbering about stupid fashion stuff. "You should really curl your hair blah blah blah, find a cute guy blah blah blah love at first sight blah blah blah." I jumped when she screamed in my ear: "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"
"Shutup." I turned to look at her, our eyes making contact. "Thanks to you, I think I'm going deaf. Besides, why should I have to fake being someone that I'm not?"
She looked at me like I was mentally ill. "Well duh, you're a princess!"
Sometimes I thought she was mentally stupid.
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The Tomboy Princess
Teen FictionThis is a redo of @live_life_love_cool 's book, and I was given permission from the original author. All ideas do not belong to me. DJ's bratty sister, Emery, will be crowned queen, and DJ will be the new princess. One day, she decides to go on a st...
