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The day that everything changed started like any other. I got up, I went to breakfast, and was immediately attacked by my mother.
“Merida, you are a princess, you can’t wear pants.”
“I can wear what I please.” I said.
“Tonight, you will wear a dress.” Mother told me.
“Tonight, I will do no such thing. I’m not going.”
“You will go to your sister’s coronation, you will wear a dress, and you will learn some manners.” Mother said.
“I’m not going. You can’t make me.”
“Your father is going to hear about this.”
“So? I don’t care.”
“Go to your room. I’m not dealing with this right now.”
“Go to my room and pretend that I don’t exist until you need me for pictures?” I asked before turning and running out.
The entire kingdom would be at the coronation tonight. Everyone loved my sister, Elenor. To the public, she was the perfect replacement for my parents. To me, she was the worst thing that could happen to the Kingdom of Whitelaw.
At 5:00, Mother’s maid came knocking, telling me to get ready, that they would leave at 6:00, with or without me. I put on my dress but didn’t leave. Instead, I got my camera out and recorded a video. I started off saying a thank you to the four people who actually listened to me. Then, I told the camera about how I was treated.
“My teachers won’t listen to me because my father worked here before marrying my mother,” I said. “The doctors for the same reason. My sister doesn’t listen because she’s not treated the same way I am. The kingdom won’t listen because you don’t see the bruises, the scars, and the cuts from my father’s sword. The only people who will listen can’t d-”
I was interrupted when a figure in a black suit kicked my door open. A glance at my clock told me that my mother had decided that I wasn’t good enough to be at my sister’s coronation. The figure held a pistol in one hand and a burlap bag in the other.
“What do you want?” I asked shakily.
“Put this bag over your head.” The figure threw the bag at me. “NOW!”
I let out a squeak of fear as I pulled the bag down over my head. I could hear the figure pulling drawers out and knocking things over. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my breathing.
“M-my parents-”
The figure sighed. “We both know your parents don’t care. If anything, I’m doing you a favor.”
“W-what do you mean?” I asked.
“When your sister was born, your parents made a wish. It’s time for the wish to be granted.”
“What was the… the wish?”
“Only one princess could take the throne. Your parents wanted to make sure that the right one did.” The figure was standing in front of me now. “They wished that if Princess Elenor was going to die before taking the throne, the death would pass to the second born.”
“What?” I asked. “That… that can’t be true. My parents didn’t hate me until last year.”
“Maybe so, but they wanted the perfect princess to take the throne. You were only a backup plan if the wish didn’t work.”
