Worst Fairy Tale EVER~N.H.

Seriously. Who sends their kid to a Fairy Tale academy? My parents. And the worst part? I have to go with the other contest winner. s. As in five idiotic bandmates that don't deserve it. Wish me luck.


1. Ms. Priss... HA!

I don't know what's wrong with my Mother and Father, but they obviously hate me. I mean, who in their right mind would put their TOMBOY kid through ROYAL ACADAMY????? ARRRGGAAA! Might as well kill me.

"Dove Rose! Hurry! Your limo is here." I'm serious. Kill me. "Dove Lyn Rose Carmi!"

I grab my bag hastily, and throw it down the stairs. "Dovelyn!" Ug. Mom. I run down stairs just to see Tyrell and Karen. My 'Parents'.

"We'll miss you dea-" I stopped her by pushing past her and jumping into the open limousine. I slammed the door and heard a slight crack. I sighed and looked down at my ratty grey Chucks.

Soon enough the limousine was moving and I cursed myself for not escaping out the other door.

"Are you okay Ms.Carmi?" Asked the chauffer.

"It's Dove. And not really. Can I sit in the front please?"

"Okay...Dove?" I smiled and waited until he pulled over to jump out and into the front. "I'm your personal driver, but I have to pick up a particularly famous boy band. If it is any inconvenience, I can make other arrangements?"

"It's fine. It's not like I'm special or anything." I say.

"Really, I made you out to be a 'Miss Priss' by your parents application." He said.

"Well, my parents are lying weirdo's that rented that house, and are probably going to move without me which is completely fine. As soon as I turn eighteen in a few months, I'm going to leave this place too." I turned my head towards him. "You wont tell will you?"

"Tell what?" He replied with a wink. I laughed before the car came to a stop and five boys came flying in the doors.

"Hello." I heard from behind me. I looked up into the mirror to see every one of them staring at me.

"So you're miss priss huh? Nice to meet you." said the Curly haired one with a sneer.

"Actually, that's my mother. I'm Dove." I say trying to be nice. I notice the blonde one's strange stare.

"Well, see you at school Dove." Said the Curly haired one, before jumping out with the other boys and slamming the door.

"Well he was nice." I say. "Bye, wait, what's your name?" I ask the driver.

"Ryan. Bye Dove." He says, and hands me my bags while waving.

Stepping out of the car, I sigh.

Now, just to get over the fact that I go to school in a castle, with five famous jerks, and a nice limo driver.

The crowds were huge and I hated them.

So I snuck through the back.

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