Thanks. This is just a short story. Around 5-6 chapters, I guess. Just want to try an all-English story. [hr] “Mom, I just went out partying with Belinda and Duke Greggory’s son, Franklin.” I defended myself. It’s not like I committed a very big sin against the President of the United States. Moreover, I have always been the most interesting and most expensive model of any tabloid front page here in the Great Britain, right? So what’s the big fit? “Is this what you call partying?” she handed me the tabloid and there I was, making out with John, an American guy I met at the bar. Oh, that guy. He was such a good kisser. When he kissed me, it damn felt like I was on cloud nine and fireworks were all over my stomach exploding. The best one, so far. “Caroline!” my Mom shouted and that’s when I realized that I’m still at the middle of a big “trouble”. “He’s just a friend. Like.. it’s just a kiss. You know? A greeting? Like.. in France, you greet others with a kiss?” I hope this one works. “And does this ‘French greeting’ includes a guy’s left hand on a princess’ buttocks?” I looked at the photo again, and yeah, his left hand was on my butt – and damn, it felt good when he squeezed it. Reasons. Reasons. Reasons. What did I learn from my Logic subject again? “Well, yeah. You know, like a handshake in America. He just combined it – the French greeting and the American handshake. We just made it ‘unique’.” I smiled sweetly. “You know how much I like to be called as the ‘trendsetter’. Afterall, I’m a princess.” “That’s the point and the bad thing! You’re a princess! You are-“ “..supposed to act like one. You are supposed to be respected by your people.” I looked at Mom. “Come on Mom! It’s no fun. I’m a teenager like everyone else. I have raging hormones. And I love it. The only thing that made me different from other teens here and all around the world is that I have a pure silver and gold and diamond tiara sitting in my big head!” What am I doing? “I just want to have fun and live a normal life as much as possible.” I ran from her study room back to my room. Tears flowed from my eyes as I throw myself at my soft bed. “It’s so unfair.” I whispered repeatedly. I wiped my tears and stood up from my bed to my balcony. I gasped at the sight – I always do. London is so clear from here. The view and the air are perfect. Is this really what I want? To live as the Princess of the British throne controlled by its never-ending rules and protocols of the royalty made Jurassic years ago? To live in this castle and be driven by a black limo (this one, I can’t give up) with 8 bodyguards swarming all over me? (Move away! How will they see my new Gucci dress?) To have this castle as my school and be classmates with my other self (referring to my reflection)? And most of all, to be the next heir of the British throne with an unknown guy to marry as my King? BIG NO. I want to be like the wind. I want to travel everywhere – by myself. I want to go to a real school. I want to be free. I want to stroll the city of New York or any city in the world with no cameras following me. I want to be Caroline de Valdi, not as Princess Caroline Antoinette de Valdi. I want people to respect me as me – not because I’m some kind of a princess in Great Britain. I want to have friends. I want to live a normal life. I want to have a boyfriend – who’s not after my riches. I want to love and be loved by a real guy. I want a LIFE. :idea: *ting And a brilliant idea came to my brilliant mind. Oh I’m so brilliant! *laughs* I ran to my dressing room and got my Louis Vuitton suitcases. Yes, you’re thinking right, readers. I’m going to run away and live my life as Caroline. I chose 5 dresses, 10 shirts and jeans, 7 mini skirts, 2 ball gowns, 3 blouses (for night outs), 2 pairs of sneakers, 3 pairs of formal shoes and a cap. I also brought my most precious set of jewelry (a gift from my bff, Catherine of Canterbury), a picture of me and my other blue-blooded friends and.. of course, my NOTEBOOK (where I write my journals). :] I waited till the wee hours of midnight and I started sneaking out of my room. Of course, I called Franklin and Belinda to help me sneak out of the house – rather of the palace. Instead of using the big doors, I used my balcony a la Rapunzel. I landed on the bushes and Belinda was panicking. Silence. Nobody came so we proceeded. [b]Level 1, PASSED. [/b] Level 2 is much harder. We have to outwit a multitude of guards roaming around the palace gardens. We observed for awhile and thought for some other way out – this one is hard. “Belinda!” Franklin called. “What?” She whispered. “When we were 10, you used to sneak in to the palace grounds.” “Oh, right!” she shouted. We suddenly covered her mouth. Silence. And again, no one came. “It’s over there. Why?” “Good, lead the way.” Franklin grinned. “Me? Leading the way? Are you sure?” “Yeah.” We both answered. Belinda smiled. “Okay. [i][b]TO BE CONTINUED..[/b][/i]