Princess or Not?
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Last published Sat, Dec 9, 2017
My name is Princess Rita Giovanni Regina Sherphina Boelyn and I am the princess of England. I live with my parents and brothers in the Buckingham Palace. I have always hated being a princess. But is that enough betray my family and country? Since I am educated at a public school, I have heard rumors about England's future plans, but I do not know if they are true or not. A couple days later I acciendently pick up the phone when i shouldn't have and hear a message I shouldn't have. Will one phone call and my friend's word be enough to go against my family?
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