The Princess in Need of No Rescue
Chapter 2
Blythe's *POV*
"Blythe?" I heard a male voice say. I turned around to see the prince.
I just ignored him and turned back around and kept shooting. I hit the middle everytime. I think I am better than my brother. I grabbed another arrow and attached it to the bow. I pulled my elbow back and... release! I watched as it shot towards the target. Middle agian.
I was so lost in my thoughts I forgot about the prince. I turned around and he was gazing at me in curosity. "Why dont you ever take those sunglasses off?"He asked me.
I chuckled. Then rolled my eyes. I just passed him and walked to my part of the wing. He followed. When I got to my room I shut my door in his face before he could get in.
I laughed and then walked to my closet and opened the secret door I found 2 years ago. I walked in the small door and shut it behind me. I quietly made my way up the stairs in front of me and walked into the secret room at the top of the stairs. I had re-done this whole room. It was now baby blue with white sofa's and it smelled like old people when I first found it, now it smells like clean clothes.
I put up like 10 lamps that are all white and some baby blue pillows on the couch. Those seats that hang from the seeling and look like pods are in here. I have a white wood desk and then there is another room in this secret house thing.
It is baby blue also but there is a huge mirror that takes up the whole wall. Then white wood floors throughout the whole house thing. But this room is my dance studio. I plan to be a dancer when I grow up, no, not a queen. I would deny to being queen. I am allowed to do that since I am the oldest.
Hailey cant. She has to marry .Which is fine with her. But I am not a girly girl if you havent noticed. I am into street racing. I am not the best but I plan to be one day. I know what your thinking. How does she sneak out?
I dont need to sneek. No one bothers me anymore. They all seem to think since I dont talk that I sit around and stare at a wall all day. But I am a very creative girl. I have many weird interest that other girls would never spend there time or patience doing.
Like painting, street racing, street fighting, street dancing, Archery, and singing. I know... im weirdd.
I am not obsessed with celebrities. Infact, they are all arrogant snobs. Speaking of arrogant snobs, where did the prince go?
I walked out of my secret house and down to my room. You could hear him breathing outside my room. "Blytheee!" He whined. I just laughed.
I went and turned on the radio and, "Like a G6," Came blasting throughout my room. This is one of the songs I dance to.
"TURN THIS HORRIBLE MUSIC OFF! ITS GIVING ME A HEADACHE!" The prince hollered.
That just encouraged me to turn it up louder. I heard him stomp off. I smirked.
I then opened the door a crack to check where he went. He wasnt out there. I walked down the stairs past Hailey's room when I heard, "Ohh Logan!"
I almost barfed. Did I mention Logan is the princes name. Then I heard, "Thats Prince logan to you little missy," I then felt nausios. I ran down the stairs and outside as quick as possible. I layed on the cold grass calming down.
I heard someone clear there throat and looked up to see my mom. "Hello Blythe." She said as if we were strangers.
"The prince has chose your sister." My mother said. I just nodded. "suprise suprise," I mumbled under my breath.
But it was to low for my mother to hear. "I wish you would just give up this act already! We all miss him! I know you were a daddy's girl but he is gone now! He wouldnt want you to be like this!" She said breaking into tears.
I felt a tear drip down my cheek. "Nice way to rub it in mom!" I said as I passed her and ran up to my room. I sat on my bed and cried until I heard the door open. I quickly put on my sunglasses and sat up.
There was Logan. "Is little Blythe crying over me?" He said in a baby voice. I got up and pushed him out of my room. He fell to the ground outside my room and I stuck my middle finger up and slammed my door. I jumped back in bed and fell into a restless sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sat in the rain as police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks pulled into the palace gates with tears running down my face. I was 12 years old. My mom had been out dress shopping with my eldest cousin. Hailey was with her also. I was the only one to witness the death of my father.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw them wheel him in the garney. Only I knew he was dead. No way to fix him. I cried until someone noticed me. "Sweetie? Would you like to go to the hospital with us. I shook my head 'yes' and she grabbed my hand gently as we walked to the other empty ambulance.
She put me in the passager seat and she got in the driver seat. She sped away towards the hospital as I sat in there crying. My shoes were soggy and I was cold and wet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up sweating and tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked up and saw Nate, the teenage boy who was one of my guards standing there in with a confused look on his face. "Bad dream." I croaked out.
"Would you like me to sleep with you? That came out wrong, like in the same bed." I giggled and nodded my head.
He climbed in and I rolled over and fell back asleep quickly. I woke up with a pair of arms around me. I suddenly freaked out when I remembered that it was just Nate.
I slipped out of his grasp. I walked to my bathroom and locked the door. I slipped out of my pj's and got in the shower. The warm water felt good agianst my skin.
I wiped the makeup off my face from last night then started scrubbing my hair with my urbal essance strawberry shampoo. Then conditioned and washed my body with sweetpea body gel.
I rinsed then turned the shower off. I found my baby blue towel and wrapped it around me. Then walked to my closet to get ready.
PIC OF LOGAN---------------->
