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Hey Dad

Alice

I made it to the back part of the castle without getting caught. Score! I'm in the back garden now. I changed out of my black skinny jeans and blue sweatshirt for workout clothes. I leave my camera and clothes in the kitchen. One of the chefs is my best friends so they won't tell anyone, which I'm happy for. If the King found out I'm so dead.
I quickly speed walk over to the guards to start warming up. I have two hours of training. Yay. Note the sarcasm.
"Line up!" The general yells. We all run to our spots in front of the general and his second in command. I hate training.
"Alright, listen up princesses, today will be like every other day. We will train until you puke. You will give it your all or stay behind for another hour. Do you understand? I said do you understand?!"
"Sir yes sir." We yell in unison.
"This is going to be the death of me." I mumble to myself.
"What was that Ms. Allison?"
"Nothing sir. Can't wait to get started sir." I hear a few snickers and coughs. Most of the guys here think I'm a stuck up snob but they don't know me. They don't know I have a job. They don't know I pay for everything I own. They don't know I donate to whatever charity I can. They don't know the only reason I'm here is because my father doesn't trust me. They think I'm here to learn discipline and what not. Or think I lost a bet to my baby brother. I mean I can't blame them either. When the public does see me, I'm a party girl. Drunk, crazy, flirtatious, loveydovey, you name it and the media believes it. I'm not some photography loving, physically strong, caring princess.
The media can say whatever. I have given up on trying to change my image for the sake of my father. He believes what to media says, which is why I'm out here. Cause while I'm stuck out here my baby brother is  inside with mom. Learning table manners. What they don't know is I rather be out here sweating like a pig then inside learning how to be a proper lady.
"Alright, ten laps starting, now!" All of is take off. I start in the back but after the first lap I'm in first. The boys always think they can pass me but they can't. They don't understand that all I ever do is run. Run away from my future. Run away from my dad. Run away from all my problems. But yet here I am, stuck in the one place I can never escape, my home.

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After training which consisted of running, pushups, sit-ups, sword training, archery, and working with our partners on punching and kicking. I can proudly say I'm the only one who and do a backflip and kick someone in the face. Mostly because I'm the only person who can do a backflip.
I walk back towards the kitchen to grab my clothes and camera when Owen stops me.
"So, what were you doing this time?" As you can see Owen is one of the nice guards. He is also my best friend.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Getting lunch, taking pictures, finding dead nobles, bumping into cute guys..." I trail off at the end and cough to cover up what I said but sadly, it fail.
"Cute guys, Huh? On a scale of one to my hotness." Cue the scoffing.
"Cocky much?"
"What? Me cocky? Never." He mocks hurt and throws his hand over his heart.
"Your always cocky. Here take this to my room." I shove my stuff into his chest, none to politely either. "Bye Owen." I wink and blow him a kiss. Hey, Owen may be my best friend but I'm a major flirt. Okay, maybe the media got it right when they say I'm a flirtatious girl.
Walking back inside the castle I head to the forth floor, or in other words towards my room.  About the third floor I'm interrupted.
"Allison." Boomed a voice that I have come to hate. I turn and bow at the waist cause there is no point in crusting without a skirt on.
"Good evening your Majesty." Yuck.
"Walk with me." He yanks my arm hard. Now you may be wondering what psychopath is now attached to my arm, well it's my dad. Yay.
"Tonight during the evening report you will read this and you will not disobey." He tightens his grip while handing me a folder with the other hand. I open it and skim the contents.
"Y-you can't be serious. You can't raise the taxes. Have you seen your people. Some are out there starving because they have to pay these-these outrageous taxes." My rant is cut short but a slap to my face. My father, I mean the king had a furious face. I hold back the tears because I will not cry in front of  the king.
"I said you will read these tonight and will not disobey. Understood?"
"Y-yes father." Slap! And there's goes the other side of my face.
"Don't stutter. And if I ever catch you inside the castle without a dress on and in these," he gestured to my outfit, "there will be consequences. Now get out of my sight." He shoves me forward which in turn causes me to stumble. I couldn't catch myself so now I'm on the ground. I turn my head towards the king and he kicks me in the ribs. Oof, that hurt big time. Don't cry, don't cry. I slowly got up once he was gone. I get to my room as a single tear trails down my face. I nod my heads to the guards at my door but stop myself from entering.
"Has Owen made it up here yet?"
"Yes princess. He is in your room."
"Thank you."
I burst into my room knowing my best friend is in here.
"Owen!" I shot, causing someone to fall off my couch. Found him.
"Do you have to yell?" He stands up and rubs his ears. Baby.
"Yes I do. Now, come. I need someone to punch with."
"What? But we just got done with training." He whines. I finally show him my face since entering the room and he stops talking and nods in understanding.
Well, let's get this night started.