Being a princess hasn't always been the world I would have dreamed of. You get bossed around all day, told what to wear, and most of all who to marry. A man had been chosen for me, someone who was rude and got what he wanted all the time. I never wanted him, and he acted as I was to good for him.
Okay...I'll admit I'm not the most pretty girl you have ever meet. My long blonde, curly hair fell just beneath my shoulders, and it's not pretty curly. It's bad curly, frizzy and doesn't falls in ringlets like the people you see on T.V. Though it did complete the sparkling blue eyes that were hidden behind my glasses. Misty as they would come to be called. Now for the bad part, I'm just a bit over weight. Hey! It's not my fault! My mother isn't skinny either. My father (The King) always said he fell in love with my because "Of her soul and personality". Well sorry to break your bubble oh daddio! I live in different times and not everyone is as nonjudgmental as you.
Okay...now I want to get to the point of why I have started a Journal with all my private thoughts. I have been moved from the castle and into the countryside of Italy. My dad wants me to get a feel for what it really is like to be a sixteen year old girl. A girl in the real world, how is this possible you ask. Easy, I'm not really that popular of a princess. Though an heiress of the England throne, my birth was a secret. As far as anyone knows there is only my brother, the prince of England.
Now as I lay with my laptop in my lap looking over my villa, my new home. I can't help but think that something really bad is headed my way. Sure, I'm in a beautiful country but what if something more was to happen here? Now I'm on my way to explore what I'm supposedly had to live at for my whole life.
School is another adventure, one I'm not to sure about. I start tomorrow, a Friday. It is an American school that is in the middle of Italy. Apparently Americans love it here. The sun is bright, who wouldn't?


