Not Your Average Princess // h.s. [ON HOLD DUE TO WRITERS BLOCK]

What would you do if you had everything you ever wanted, but gave it all up for a boy?

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2. Ch.1

Dress she was wearing and song she was listening 2 on the side.

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Chapter 1

Delilah's P.O.V.

I am on my way to a ball for some shit I was supposed to be listening to but just tuned my parents out. I was wearing a fucking ugly dress that was all poufy and the ugliest colour in the world; pink. I begged my mom to let me wear a pair of black high-top converse or doc martens but no. She said that it wasn't lady like to wear those horrendous shoes with such a nice dress. Huh nice dress, horrendous shoes, sometimes I wonder if she is really my mom. My dad on the other hand thought it was fine so he let me wear a pair of converse; this is why I prefer my dad over my mom.

Most girls my age would love to be in my position but I would love to be in there position. You see I'm not like all princesses. I don't like waking up at 6:00 am to go golfing, or to go to fancy parties where everyone is so stuck up that they would judge a person if they weren't the same rank as them. Talk about bitchy. I also hate being told what to do. Because the person who is telling me what to do is not in fucking charge of me and I can do whatever the hell I want. I also hate having my life planned out. I like the feel of not knowing what's going to happen next, or having an adventurous life. The only exciting thing that ever happens in my life is when my mom has a tantrum for not getting what she ordered for or if it was messed up. I'm not kidding one day I think I record it and post it on YouTube. Let's see how many views that will get.

I am sat in a limo; I know classy right, listing to my music. My mom just calls it noise but have you listened to what she listens to. It's so fucking boring. After listening to it for a minute you'll die of boredom. Anyway my long light brown hair is curled to perfection. Seriously I had to sit a fucking chair for one hour, just for my hair! Then I had to sit in the same chair for another hour just for my make-up. So by the time all of that was done my ass was numb.

We soon arrived at the place and got out of the limo. My mom snapped at me to take my headphones out and out my phone in my purse. We walked through the doors as someone opened them for us. I think we all can open a fucking door. We don't need a person to do it for us. So we got to the room and a damn light was shined in our faces so I had to guess where I was going. I was hoping I wouldn't slip on the staircase and fall to my death.

We finally got down to the floor, luckily I didn't fall. I mentally patted myself on the back for that. We walked over to the Fitzgerald's, my parents smiling like idiots and me having a scowl on my face. My mom gave me a harsh glare, so I put on the fakest smile in the world and walked over to them. Sam also known as my so called fiancé was over there standing with a smirk on his face. You see my parents and his parents want us to get married but I want to find my future husband and love him forever. Not this stuck up rich bastard who gets mad when he doesn't get what he wants.

His blue orbs meet my blue green ones as we were getting closer and closer to the Baker's. My parent's started to talk about shit with his parent's and I was supposed to be talking about wedding plans with him.

"It's nice to see you, Delilah," Sam said with a smirk still painted on his face. I swear if my parents weren’t here I would wipe that smirk right off his face.

"Shut the fuck up Sam. The only reason why you are marrying me is to get some of my family's wealth. Well listen here it's not going to happen, so just go run back to daddy," I said with pure disgust. I guess my mom heard me because she started to yell in my ear.

"Delilah Elizabeth Evans, how dare you speak to your fiancé like that!? We just got here and now you’re insulting your fiancé!" My mother shrieked.

"Well I wouldn't act like this if you would let me control my life and not let someone else control it," I said while my anger starting up again.

"Here you go again. If you would control your life you would just mess it up; like we messed up raising you," she spat.

My eyes started to tear up from her hurtful comment. I know I'm not perfect, everyone makes mistakes and there's no definition of perfect so shut your fucking trap. I was about to respond with some very colourful words but my dad pulled me aside to talk.

"Delilah you had no reason to talk to Sam like that and I know what your mother said was mean, but we have people tell you what to do just to steer you in the right direction," he said calmly. This is why I prefer him rather than the bitch I call my mom.

"I know that but how are you guys going to do that if you never see what I would do?"

"You’re only 18 Delilah you have plenty of time to make those decisions, just not yet."

"Ok"

"Know can you at least try to be nice to Sam, just for right now?" He asked.

"Fine, I'll try but if he annoys me I'm not making any promises," I said grinning.

"Just try not to hurt the poor kid."

We walked back over to them. My mom looking at me with the most displeased look I have ever seen. Then there's Sam with that same smirk on his face. This is going to be a long night I told myself.

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Just because I updated this chapter does not mean I am going to be writing it right now. I just did this so you could see what it will be like and what the characters will be like.

So yeah tell me what you think.

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