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As far as everyone is concerned, Britney Andrews is a total, absolute, princess.
The princess of all princesses. If Hans Christian Anderson, or the Grimm Brother knew of Britney Andrews, they would fight a bloody battle over who would write the best story of her first.
She's the kind of girl that every other girl secretly wants to be. Smart, kind, bubbly, and beautiful. Very, very, very beautiful.
Except for me, of course. I didn't want to be her, and I certainly didn't want to ever work on a school project with her.
But here we are.
"3592 Brinestone street", I read off of my phone before looking back up to the damn near palace I stand before.
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"Yup. This is her castle, alright."
As I darkly question whether or not her people are racist, I debate between ringing the doorbell and simply knocking on the door. I figure that it might be rude to knock in such a prissy neighborhood, so I ring the doorbell instead.
A man swings the door open at once. The first thing I notice is that he is a very tall man. Everyone looks tall at my 5'2 height, but I can tell that he must be over 6 feet tall.
He pulls on his bowtie, "And who are you?" His voice is as stern as the expression on his face.
"Valerie." I deadpan.
He looks deep into my eyes coldly. I make sure to look as tough as I possibly can.
"Look, I know all of my daughter's friends, and you're not one of them", He sneers at me with disgust, "So, with that it would be best if you leave immediately."
Leave? The walk here was 25 minutes! I squint at the sky. The clouds are grey and threatening. It's sure to rain.
"I'm not her friend; we're just working on a project together. She told me to come here."
I try to walk in, but he shoves me away.
"I'll go ask her myself." The door slams in my face.
Minutes that feel like hours later, the door swings back open. It's Mr. Andrews again.
"Come in."
My smile is purposefully fake, refusing to reach my eyes, "Thank you, your highness."
He grunts at my sarcasm.
The interior is just as fabulous as the exterior. The walls are white with golden edges. Every piece of furniture is either glass or smooth and golden in color. I gasp in awe at the winding twisting stairs. Even the air is of better quality! Everything but me is shiny, new, and expensive.
I suddenly want to go back home.
Britney sits by herself at their dining area with a darling expression on her face. I don't know what's more beautiful: Her or the grand chandelier over the glass table. The answer is obviously her. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on.
Her nose is stuck in a copy of "The Sun is Also A Star." It just so happens to be my favorite book. I want to ask her how she likes it, but I'm much too afraid.
Instead, I stand in front of Britney awkwardly. Clearing my throat, I snap her out of her oblivion to my presence.
Her face lights up when she realizes that it's me.
"Oh, Valerie! You came!"
Duh?
She envelops me in the tightest hug I've ever been in. It's the type of hug you wouldn't just give an ordinary classmate. I feel her nose and lips squished on my face and her breasts pressed firmly against mine. The closeness causes my face to burn red hot.
"Yay, it's me", I say with absolutely no enthusiasm, "let's get started, so this can be over."
30 minutes pass, and we're still working diligently. I must say, we make a fairly good team. We both are doing research for different parts of our history project. She's working on the pros and I'm doing the cons. Not having anything to say, we work in absolute silence until:
"Tell me about yourself, Valerie."
My eyes meet hers with a glare.
"Why would I ever do that."
She shrugs innocently, "I don't know. It's just sort of awkward doing work and not saying anything."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Not."
"You're right." She shrugs again.
"I am?"
"No." She says cheekily.
I want to smack the giggle out of her.
"Whatever. Just shut up." I roll my eyes, and continue my research.
"Well I can tell one thing about you, Valerie."
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I ask without my eyes leaving my outdated laptop.
"You're stubborn as hell."
"I'm very stubborn", I can't help but laugh at her observation.
