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Chapter 1

{ Aribella's POV }

"Emma, keep your shoulders back!" I heard someone yell at her. My best friend, Emma, was in fitting for a new ball dress.

'I swear, Emma never wants a new dress' I thought as I looked at her after she exited the changing room. Emma may be a princess, but she hates dresses. I walk over to the wall mirror and study my outfit for a while. A short, cream colored, strapless dress hugged my tan body. 2 inch sparkly silver heels completed my look. I looked over to Emma and performed a double-take at what I saw. A solid black, poofy cocktail dress stood out over her pale skin. She wore black pumps with studs on the heel that added another 2 inches to her 5'7 body. She looked amazing, but that was not the most appropriate thing to wear to a ball.

"Emma, are you serious? You look great, but we are going to a BALL," I added emphasis on the formal party Princesses usually attend. She just shook her head.

"Oh loosen up Ari," she just strutted past me with a smirk on dark red painted lips. She stopped in front of one of our many long mirrors and viewed her body in different angles.

'She is going to get us both in trouble.' My thoughts warned. I follow her to the hallway of the palace. We get into our places to be called by the old man in a tuxedo. Not flattering on him... In any way.

"Princess Aribella of the United Kingdom and Princess Emma of Denmark." We walk down the staircase to locate our parents. I can already tell that Emma's dad is not liking her outfit by the scowl on his wrinkled features. "Really? REALLY Emma? Why can't you be classy like your friends? Have they no effect on you?" He pressured her.

Emma's mother actually was killed giving birth to Emma so she never met her mother. Her father is always hard on her, not because she's an only child, but  because she's his only daughter. He treasures her.

She rolled her eyes and moved to the dance floor. Unfortunately, there was no grinding, cute princes, nothing. Not even good music. Emma hated that, she loves music.

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After a while, the ball ended and everyone left. Emma somehow got her parent to let her stay the night, so we climbed the stairs to my room. As soon as we got there, she was off. She ran to my closet and emerged in a completely different outfit; a Green Day muscle tee shirt and some black skinny jeans. I soon changed my attire as well. Being a princess doesn't mean dresses and jewelry all the time. On the other hand, we barely have any free time. My parents would freak if they found out that the very back of my closet was filled with this kind of stuff.

We really don't care for any of the music that our parents try to get us into. Beethoven, classical music, etcetera isn't really our type. Emma and I listen to bands from America. I'm more into light rock-ish bands such as All Time Low and 5 Seconds of Summer. Emma likes 5sos too, but she's more into heavy rock - not quite metal but almost. She likes bands like Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Linkin Park, and so forth.

"We really need to just get away from here for a while Ari." She commented out of no where.

"I know, but our parents feel we have to be safe at all times. We have countries to run, Em." I replied.

"You don't think I know this? We still need to go to America. 5 Seconds of Summer is going on tour. We have GOT to see them."

"We need a plan." I told her.

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We both sit in silence and contemplate what to do next.

"Hey, where's that brochure thingy you got from your trip to LA?" She asks me. I furrow my eyebrows, before remembering I left it in my vanity.

I strolled over to the small drawers and slid one open, grabbing the folded paper and throwing it at Emma.

She picked it up and read through some stuff. "Yeah it says here there's a summer camp in Los Angeles for, like, a month."

"Okay... And..?" I don't understand where she's going with this.

"So we just tell our parents we're going there." She explained.

"Lie? You want me to LIE?!"

"Shh... Not so loud.." She shushed me and looked around my massive room nervously.

"I know you've never been a very good liar," she started, "but this is to see our idols... Your idols.. They must be worth a teeny little lie, yeah?"

"Well... I guess I could pull through this one time."

"Yes! We leave tomorrow!" She announced happily, before she sprang to the closet to gather her things.

"To.. Tomorrow...?" My shoulders sank and I lost my train of thought... I'm leaving my castle tomorrow.