The Punk Princess, chapter 1
Hi iI'm Melanie van der Woodsen Princess of England. Actually I perfer the term Punk Princess because thats exactly what I am. My parents the King and Queen are such uptight dickheads that I really get a kick out of being rebelious. I sometimes wonder if I was adopted because me and my parents are so different but they are my actual birth parents, unfortunately for me. The only interesting thing in my life right now was my relationship with Billie, a guy I had met online, who was in a band and I was finally going to get to meet him during my trip to America!!! (I had to go to California in the States for some boring as hell ball.)
From:princessgirl@england.org
So it's all set! I am finally coming to America in just one week. How great is that? I'll finally get to meet you and hear you play in person. I'm so excited, I almost can't believe it! : )
Love,
M.
From:punkrocks@yahoo.com
M-
My band is really excited about the concert, it's gonna rock!!! It's so cool to meet a girl from another country!! So does this mean your parents decided to let you come?
BJ.
My bedroom door swung open and I immediately minimize the e-mail and close my laptop before looking up to see my parents. "Hello Mother, Father." I said cooly.
"Hi darling." my Mother says, looking disdainfully at my freshly dyed black hair.
I smiled inwardly at my mothers expression.
"We were just wondering if you were finished packing for the trip." My Father said, looking distastfully around my room.
"Yeah pretty much." I said boredly.
"Good because we decided to let you fly to America tomorrow so you can enjoy the sights." Father replied.
"Are you fuc- I mean are you serious?" I asked, suspiciusly. My parents hardly ever did something that actaully pleased me.
"Of course why we joke about something like that?" Mother answered snobbily.
Don't you see why I hate them? I hate being all fucking proper!
"So you better get a good nights sleep because the flight leaves at eight in the morning." Father suggested.
"Alright." Ii replied, even I knew I wouldn't.
They both said good night and left my room.
'Finally!' I thought before going back to my e-mail. Billie never told me what the J stood for in his e-mails or what the name of his band was but then again I never told him that I was the Princess of England.
That morning....
I groaned the sound of my alarm clock and turned to see what time the clock said, 7:30. "Oh shit!" I blurted, before jumping out of bed and taking a quick shower. After my shower, I quickly put on my eyeliner, a black skirt, and a black top. I grabed my bag and laptop and ran out of my room. When I reached the foyer I pulled on my Creepers, bolted out the door and into the limo. "To the airport, Chives." I reminded my driver.
When we arrived, people crowd around the vehicle hoping for a glimpse of me.
I hopped out of the limo, leaving my bags to the driver to carry. We raced to find the gate, making it just in time.
Chives followed me into the plane, placing my bags above my seat for me, before departing. I was glad that my parents had bought the seat next to mine so that I had some privacy. The flight attendant began the usual prelift off speech, so I grabbed my iPod so I could listen to music. I put the ear phones in my ears and began listening to the album of American Idiot. Green Day is my favorite band and during my trip I'm determined to meet them. They're only a few years older than I am. I'm 21, one of bad things about being royal is that you have to live with your parents, which fucking sucks.
Once the attendant finshed, the plane began the preperations for take off.
Once we were in the air, a woman reconized me and asked me for my autograph.
A man looked over and shouted, "Oh my god, it's the fucking Princess!", causing people to scurry over to my seat, asking for autographs.
Finally after what seemed like forever, they were done. I don't know why they freak out after seeing another human being. I'm just like them except I'm inheiritng a country someday. After what seemed like seconds, the plane was already landing. 'Yes! I'm finally in America!' I thought fleetingly, as I stared out the window.
From:princessgirl@england.org
So it's all set! I am finally coming to America in just one week. How great is that? I'll finally get to meet you and hear you play in person. I'm so excited, I almost can't believe it! : )
Love,
M.
From:punkrocks@yahoo.com
M-
My band is really excited about the concert, it's gonna rock!!! It's so cool to meet a girl from another country!! So does this mean your parents decided to let you come?
BJ.
My bedroom door swung open and I immediately minimize the e-mail and close my laptop before looking up to see my parents. "Hello Mother, Father." I said cooly.
"Hi darling." my Mother says, looking disdainfully at my freshly dyed black hair.
I smiled inwardly at my mothers expression.
"We were just wondering if you were finished packing for the trip." My Father said, looking distastfully around my room.
"Yeah pretty much." I said boredly.
"Good because we decided to let you fly to America tomorrow so you can enjoy the sights." Father replied.
"Are you fuc- I mean are you serious?" I asked, suspiciusly. My parents hardly ever did something that actaully pleased me.
"Of course why we joke about something like that?" Mother answered snobbily.
Don't you see why I hate them? I hate being all fucking proper!
"So you better get a good nights sleep because the flight leaves at eight in the morning." Father suggested.
"Alright." Ii replied, even I knew I wouldn't.
They both said good night and left my room.
'Finally!' I thought before going back to my e-mail. Billie never told me what the J stood for in his e-mails or what the name of his band was but then again I never told him that I was the Princess of England.
That morning....
I groaned the sound of my alarm clock and turned to see what time the clock said, 7:30. "Oh shit!" I blurted, before jumping out of bed and taking a quick shower. After my shower, I quickly put on my eyeliner, a black skirt, and a black top. I grabed my bag and laptop and ran out of my room. When I reached the foyer I pulled on my Creepers, bolted out the door and into the limo. "To the airport, Chives." I reminded my driver.
When we arrived, people crowd around the vehicle hoping for a glimpse of me.
I hopped out of the limo, leaving my bags to the driver to carry. We raced to find the gate, making it just in time.
Chives followed me into the plane, placing my bags above my seat for me, before departing. I was glad that my parents had bought the seat next to mine so that I had some privacy. The flight attendant began the usual prelift off speech, so I grabbed my iPod so I could listen to music. I put the ear phones in my ears and began listening to the album of American Idiot. Green Day is my favorite band and during my trip I'm determined to meet them. They're only a few years older than I am. I'm 21, one of bad things about being royal is that you have to live with your parents, which fucking sucks.
Once the attendant finshed, the plane began the preperations for take off.
Once we were in the air, a woman reconized me and asked me for my autograph.
A man looked over and shouted, "Oh my god, it's the fucking Princess!", causing people to scurry over to my seat, asking for autographs.
Finally after what seemed like forever, they were done. I don't know why they freak out after seeing another human being. I'm just like them except I'm inheiritng a country someday. After what seemed like seconds, the plane was already landing. 'Yes! I'm finally in America!' I thought fleetingly, as I stared out the window.
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