The Not-So-Magical Life of a Princess

Elise is normal. Haha, no. That's a lie. Elise is 15 years old, overly dramatic, hyperactive, and rude. Period. She's also secretly a princess that will have to make extremely difficult decisions that may require chopping people's heads off. Maybe. But, like any other story, Elise doesn't know diddly-ding-dong crap about who she is. So, follow Elise as she fights with 'Carl', kills kids' dreams, terrorizes children, and tries to learn how to rule a kingdom. ~~I OWN ABSOLUTELY NO PICTURES, MUSIC, VIDEOS, ETC USED UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE. ALL RIGHTS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNERS. KayThanksBye.~~

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3. Chapter Two

So, Yeah.

Mikaylah didn't even have a chance to say anything.

She got cut and killed.

Nah, I'm kidding. I pushed her out of my house and down the front stairs.

Then I had another Poptart and took a nap.

I woke up and made my way to the living room.

Ariana and Carl-*cough* Gabe *cough- were there.

"Sup Ari, Carl."

Gabe scowled. "My name isn't Carl!"

"Yeah, yeah. Shaddup, Carl."

"So help me, Elise, I will-"

I narrows my eyes at Gabe and glared.

"You will what?"

He paled. "N-nothing.."

"Exactly."

I smiled internally and turned to see what was on tv.

"Ew. Jersey Shore, Ari, Really?" I asked, wrinkling my nose.

Ari nodded furiously.

I stood, grabbed the remote, and sat back down.

I scrolled a few channels and finally landed on the perfect show.

UFC.

"YES! YES! YE- NO!"

Ari turned a horrified look to me, then turned off the tv.

"NO UFC. MOM AND DAD SAID SO!"

"I DON'T SEE WHY I CAN'T WATCH IT!"

"BECAUSE WHEN YOU WERE TEN YOU PRACTICED THE MOVES YOU SAW FROM POWER RANGERS. POWER RANGERS, ELISE!"

"POWER RANGERS IS DAMN COOL!"

"YOU KILLED THE NEIGHBORS DOG WITH YOUR 'DAMN COOL' POWER RANGERS MOVES!"

"THE DOG WAS STUPID ANYWAYS!"

"YOU CANT KILL A DOG BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS STUPID! THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU USED UFC MOVES INSTEAD OF POWER RANGERS!"

"WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?!"

"NEXT TIME, YOU MIGHT NOT KILL THE NEIGHBORS DOG! NEXT TIME, YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL THE NEIGHBORS!"

"Screw you. Not gently, either." I said angrily, then stomped out of the front door and to the park across the street.

Deciding that I'd put too much effort into the day, I relaxed into a swing, and pushed myself.

It's like, 8:23 pm, and it's already kinda dark.

And I'm humming the song from that one Freddy Kruger movie.

No. Humming isn't enough.

I must softly sing the song of my people, and freak out innocent bystanders.

Just as a couple walked by, I started my little song of joy.

"One, two; Freddy's comin' for you. Three four, lock your door."

The couple stared at me, horrified.

So, I feel that I should mention that at school today, the theme was horror shows/stories/movies. Since today is Halloween's eve.

I might have... maybe... dressed as Bloody Mary.

My placid, toxic black hair with blood red dyed tips helped.

I still haven't changed out of my outfit, either.

I'm wearing a white, mid-thigh length dress to which I splattered red food coloring on, and put a few holes in.

I was also wearing silver, tri-strap heels with black jewels, and 'kill' printed on the heels.

My hair, however, is a black and red ombré. I curled it today, too. My bangs go straight across my eyes, hiding them from view.

As the couple began to walk faster, my singing got louder, and I turned it into my own, twisted remix.

"Five, six, kill the witch."

The couple began to run.

"Seven, eight. Lock the gate."

A few people turned towards me, as I walked slowly by, my 'blood-splattered' dress ruffling in the wind.

"Nine, ten..." I whispered, "Don't let her in.."

A few children began to cry as I sent malicious smiles to everyone in my path.

"M-mommy... I-I'm scared." A little boy said, tugging on his mother's shirt.

"Oh honey, I know. Don't pay attention to that horrid girl. Come on, let's go home."

I don't think that they realized how close I'd gotten; I was now right in front of them.

"Eleven, twelve... I come from Hell." I whispered, loud enough for them to hear.

The little boy began to cry.

I reached out my hand and caressed the side of his face, my food-colored hands staining his face.

His mother, poor woman, though it was real blood.

"Get out of here! I'll call the police!"

I gave a dark chuckle and turned away, "You don't scare me."

"ELISE KIAN DEVASA YOU IDIOT! GET HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR I'LL TELL MOTHER THAT YOU'RE TERRORIZING LITTLE KIDS AGAIN!" Gabriel called.

"SHUT UP, CARL! YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME!" I screamed, running away, towards my friend, Kalen's house.

I began to bang on her door, and soon enough, her mom answered the door.

"Oh, hello, Elise. Fighting with 'Carl' again?" She asked.

"Yessum, Mrs. Bright, Veronica, Mother, ma'am." I answered, brushing my bangs out of my face, revealing my grey-white eyes.

Me and Mrs. Bright, we're tight. Like spandex. And pantyhose.

Since Kalen is my best friend, I come over a lot, and, well... Mrs. Bright basically adopted me as her own.

SOOOOO, as a conclusion, she has become Veronica Bright, my second mother. Therefore defaulting me to Elise Kian Bright-DeVasa, adopted step daughter to Veronica and Lawson Bright, sister to Kalen, Kiran, Samuel, and Vale Bright.

Granddaughter to Grace Ralene Bright and Kenneth James Bright.

Neice to Bradlen Vexington Bright and Rae-anne Maria Bright.

Cousin to Keith Hayden Bright, Keegan Haylen Bright, Jaxen Rex Bright, Lillianne Christiana Bright, Karson Jackson Bright, and DiAnvia Ashton Bright.

I have a very long extended family. I mean, I could go on longer, but I think you get the point.

"Come on in, Elise." Veronica -Cough- Mrs. Bright- said.

"Kay. Thanks, Mom."

"I hope you don't mind all of the people... We're having a family reunion. You can go on up to Kalen's room and put on the black dress I set out for you. Kalen told me you texted her about choking on your Poptart and almost dying, so, I figured that you'd be over soon enough."

I giggled and nodded.

"Also, take a quick shower and all that, and use the jewelry and hair things I set out for you. Specific directions were taped to the bathroom mirror in Kalen's room." She said.

I nodded and saluted her, causing her to let out a small laugh. Mrs. Bright was cool.

On my way up the stairs, I ran into Lawson - Kalen's dad.

"Careful there, Elise. Everyone is downstairs, so try not to draw any attention up here. Kalen said she knew that you were coming. Make a big entrance- you know how much the family loves you." He said, smiling.

Mr. Bright was cool too. He was in his 30s. About 36, maybe? I mean, they had Kalen when He was 21, so about 36...

He had golden blonde hair and was a pretty chill, laid back guy.

"Alrighty. Thanks, Dad." That's another thing that Lawson is chill about. He lets me call him Dad, or just Lawson.

Lawson continued down back to where I assume everyone was.

I hurried into Kalen's room, and closed and locked the door.

I took a quick shower, and dressed while my hair dried.

The dress I wore was quite simple. It was red and black. How else should I describe it?

Beside the dress was a pair of black boot wedges.

I quickly put on the dress, zipped it, slipped on the heels, and put on the diamond choker necklace, ankle bracelet, and tear-drop earrings.

I went back into the bathroom, and applied red eye shadow, with white in the corners, and black, winged eyeliner.

I put eyeliner on both my top and bottom lids, and put on a coat of cherry red lip gloss.

I finished drying my hair and straightened it. I pulled pieces back from either side, and clipped it with a red and black skull hair clip, then pulled my bangs back, forming a bump at the top of my head, and secured it with two red hair clips.

I looked in the mirror at myself and felt satisfied.

I walked out of Kalen's room, hearing my heels click against the floor.

Once in the main upstairs hallway, I took the main second floor stairway down to the large living room.

Yeah, Kalen's family is kind of rich.

As soon as I was at the top of the stairs, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me.

Kiran, Samuel, Vale, Keith, Keegan, Jaxen, and Karson all wolf whistled.

I chuckled and walked the rest of the way to the living room.

"ELISE, MY SECRET LOVER, YOU LOOK DASHING!" Kalen yelled.

"KALEN, MY DEAR, YOU LOOK FABULOUS!"

We fake cried and hugged each other tightly, causing everyone to sigh.

Kalen and I are weird like that. Hehe.

"Ah, 'ello, Elise, love." That was Keegan.

You see, Keegan and Keith are 17 year old twins, and they were sent to live with their great aunt Mariannette in the UK when they were like, 2, because their dad was doing research in South America. So, they have some mighty fine accents.

Jaxen and Karson are brothers,- Jaxen is 16 and Karson is 14- and lived in Australia with their Aunt Tallina and their mom, Rae-Anne, while she did research. She's a scientist. They, too, have mighty fine accents.

"Hiya, Keegan." I said, smiling cheekily.

'Cheekily'. I learned that word from Keith. I would still have the vocabulary of a four-year-old, if it weren't for Kalen's family.

I mean, look at my word. Cheekily! I would never be able to say that word if it weren't for them.

I would still be saying basic words like 'potato', 'muffin', and 'no'.

At one point, when was 10, my momma called me Potato-Muffin, cause those were the only two words I would say.

FREAKING POTATO-MUFFIN.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?

You know, besides the fact that I had a terrible vocabulary?

WE FREAKING INVENTED A FOOD BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

I'm not kidding.

My mom and dad are the founders of 'Great Eats! WW Co.'

They invented Potato Muffins.

Ahem... I Invented potato muffins.

Correction..

Protection...

Erection..

"CORRECTION. PUT SOME PROTECTION ON THAT ERECTION!" I yelled. Everyone sighed.

"This is going to be a long day, isn't it?" Karson asked.

"LONG, HARD, AND AWESOME, JUST LIKE A-" I started.

"DON'T SAY IT!!" Jaxen yelled.

I pouted. "I was going to say, 'Like a 3-foot Popsicle. Party pooper."

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1689 words and counting, my dears~ cx

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