"So, let me get this straight. You are legitimately a princess." Amanda said staring me down as we hung out on her bed, talking about all the crazy things that have been happening.
"From what all the information on the papers and my and my family's personal research, yeah." I replied playing with one of the many fluff toys she keeps around, mostly for her, but I love them.
"So, what happens now?" She asked looking at me, with her dark brown eyes, behind her glasses that are a little tilted from laying down so much.
"I have no idea. Mom said she was going to call this guy and then we will discuss. I have so many worries about what is happening. I mean come on, why couldn't this just be a big prank. That is so much easier. You know, like the kingdom's name I looked it up, it is Latin for worrier. And their last name means Hera. How cool is that. It is the worst." I complained, hugging the soft plush harder as I fell on my back, landing on another one of her giant plush animals.
"So, you going to have to wear puffy pink dresses, and makeup. Are you going to have to dance all fancy with some random guy?" Amanda asked in a joking manner to lighten the mood.
"I hope not. I love who I am. I don't want to change. I mean, I don't wear dresses everywhere, I hate wearing makeup, and I never want to get my ear pierced again, especially if it is just because someone tells me too. And when I do dance with someone, especially ballroom dancing, I want to actually care about them." I sighed hugging the big fluffy stuffed animal, after taking her joke way to seriously.
"So, don't be a princess, does anyone else know?" Amanda asked me, trying to come up with a plan so I could skip being a princess.
"I mean no, but... I don't know, it just feels like a good opportunity to make a difference in the world." I told her in utter distress, nothing makes sense.
"Seriously, you are 15 and volunteer like no one ever. You make enough of a difference." Amanda said rolling her eyes at my antics.
"Yeah," I sighed out, still not convinced.
"What is wrong?" She said knowing that me sighing is probably not good.
"I just... this is going to sound selfish but think about the money." I said stressing the riches of words.
"Since when do you care about money?" Amanda asked confused, knowing that I never really cared how much money I had.
"My mom jokes a lot about how they will work till the day they die. My day jokes that he has is retirement job picked out. I just wish we wouldn't need to worry. And I always wanted to get out of here. Go somewhere where I wouldn't need to drive. Somewhere, where things were just better. Which isn't hard, we suck." I said the last part chuckling.
Amanda then chuckling, along with me, "Yeah we do suck. Do you think that you will be better running an entire kingdom, thought?"
"Well, it is a small kingdom, and I would have a regent till I turn 18, and there are council members and... and... what are they called, they... people that help and give ideas, so you aren't the only one... ah, advisors, that is it. Anyway, maybe. But that is kind of what scares me." I confessed.
"Well, if you want to go to another country and rule as princess, then go for it." She said supportively.
"But, who would want a princess, with Anxiety, Asperger's, ADHD, Dyslexia, and Dysgraphia, that is plus size, gay, that can't dance, rarely can make a decision, that literally only learned about the country a couple of months ago, is afraid when people touch her, that doesn't know how to talk to people, that can't spell for the life of her, with allergies, that is really just a scared nerd, that kind of hates people sometimes." I listed, in typical self-deprecating and panic attack fashion.
"Alright nope, sit up, you would do it for me, so I got to do it for you." She said under her breath as she pulled me up, " You aren't your diagnosis, they just help to explain a part of who you are. So, you may not be able to spell, but you are the smartest person I know. I don't know if you realize but you have been helping with homework since we meet. Also, plus size, just means you look good. Come on if anyone is going to pull off being a plus size princess it is you. Now, gay, you will be a giant icon, who doesn't want to see a little gay princess. You being afraid of people touching you means that you have good boundaries. And you have been making great improvements there. And you will learn to talk to people and all their history, just as fast as ever thing else. Also, you hate people, maybe, but again, every time we talk you are volunteering somewhere else, so I believe that part. And yes, you cannot dance, and they can suck it." Amanda told me.
"Thanks, I needed that." I thanked her, thinking over what she had just said.
"Yeah, now go home, tell your nice and compassionate family that you want to the most badass gay princess that you can be." She said with a hint of snark and wish fullness in her voice.
"Yeah ok, thanks for the talk." I said grabbing my things and putting on my shoes.
"Hey and keep me posted," Amanda said as I left, her room going into their living room.
"Will do, see y'a," I called as I closed the door to her house and started the 2min walk back to mine.
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New Princess in town
Teen FictionJenna is an ordinary 15 year-old girl, living Florida. When she starts getting contacted and told that she is a princess. And is to be crowned the next Queen. She thinks someone is just scamming her. What happened when it isn't a scam? Read and find...
