Adopted+Princess

Adopted Princess by Austin July

Chapter 1 I sat on my window, as always, in my huge floral, diamond dress, which is normal dress for a princessI watched the e trees, softly, and thought about why I was sitting here. I sighed as I saw Prince Avon’s reflection in the window. “You’re not my prince charming, Avon.” I said. “Hey, I know, Jovi,” He nodded, “Not interested." I chuckled, “Okay, well then why are you here?” “Tonight’s that annual ball.” He shrugged, “Couldn’t get a date, so I came here.” “Why?” I asked. “My father’s grilling me about it. He says, ‘go to the ball, meet a nice girl, and live happily ever after.’ He practically threatened me to find a date and go to that dumb ball. So, right now I’m going to stay here, ‘till the dance is over, then go home.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s not that easy. I was supposed to go to that ball to. My mother and father are out and they pretty much think I’m getting swept off my feet by some fancy prince.” “Well in that case,” He said sitting down on my desk, “I think I’ll join you.” I turned around to face him; he wasn’t wearing his “proper prince outfit”, “Yo, where’s your costume… dude?” “Yo where’s my costume, dude?” He repeated, “What kind of language are you speaking?” “I found this paper book,” I showed him the book, “I found it in my maid’s bag. The words in here are very… different. It goes on and on about… gossip and some boy called Justin Bieber.” “Haha,” He laughed, “Justin Bieber? What kind of name is that?” “A popular one.” I replied. "This is the twenty-first century, Avon, keep up!" Then my mother walked in! She gasped, “My goodness! You two are supposed to be at the ball! What are you doing here?!” “Uh…” I started, “Prince Avon was just about to escort me to the superb ball! Ha, silly us, we must have slipped on time! Forgive me, Mother!” “A princess is never late. Prince Avon, you may borrow one of King Lane’s uniforms, but you two must leave NOW!” She slowly walked out, “Make sure you’re back by twelve o’clock! Avon, your father is coming at midnight, and if you’re not here, then I’ll tell him that you two were late for that ball!” We froze for a long time, finally I said, “Go, Bieber, go!” I shooed him away. “Funny.” He pointed to me, walking out. We finally arrived at the dance. Avon and I got out the car and started walking up the endless steps. I took off my high heels. “That limo smelled bad!” I groaned. “You expected a pumpkin?” He sighed, running up the stairs. When we finally entered the building, all eyes were on us. The old, big lady in charge told us to lock arms and walk slower. I grabbed his arm and walked as slow as I could. “You’re dragging your feet.” He whispered. “You’re looking down.” I whispered back. When we finally made it to the center of the room, we separated. “See ya’ Snow White.” He said. “Peace, Mr. Charming.” I waved. I walked over to the huge chocolate fountain. Ugh, Princess Rain and Queen Rachel walked over to me. “Well,” Rain smirked, “How’d you get Prince Avon to be your date? That’s harder than conquering a dragon.” “You’ve been watching too much fairy tales.” I nodded, “Dragons aren’t real.” “Neither is your chance with Avon, sister,” She snapped. “Oh, Queen Rachel, how’s King what’s-his-name!” I smiled. “His name is King Tony!” She corrected. “And you’re both sixteen!” I laughed, “How funny is that?” “That’s the normal age to get married!” Rachel glared at me, “You’re sixteen, where’s your ring?” “I’m not engaged!” I mentioned. “Well, I’m going to be engaged to Avon, for sure.” Rain scoffed. I looked over to Avon; he was quietly stuffing his mouth with scones. “Eww!” I shook my head, “What’s wrong with your date?” “Prince Anthony is okay…” She nodded, “Avon-” I looked at the time, it was eleven fifty. I rushed over to Avon, threw his scones on the floor, and ran him out of there. “We have to go.” I said. “We still have twelve minutes!” He said. “You try rushing out of the ball in high heels.” I moaned. We ran all the way to the castle. The door wasn’t open. The maids and butlers couldn’t hear us! “Too bad you’re not Rapunzel.” He smirked. We climbed up the back, which led straight to my room. I plopped down by my window. Avon sat back down on his desk. “Well, here come our parents.” I panted, “Just in time! We have to get down stairs. You go downstairs and sit at the table!” After he left, I changed into my midnight gown and put on my tiara. I ran downstairs and sat at the table, in front of Avon. The reason I’m so close to Avon is because of my family history. Avon’s great, great, great, great grandfather was an ambassador, who married a queen. That queen was my great, great, great, great grandmother’s sister, or something like that. Finally, Avon’s mother and father came in and sat next to Avon. Then, my parents sat at the end of the table. “So, Jovi,” My father said. “How was the ball?” “It was… virtuous.” I replied, as Sherry, our maid, laid down our food. “Virtuous?” Father nodded, “Okay, good.” “Yes, sir,” I smiled, “Princess Rachel finally got married.” “I think it’s time you should, too.” Mother smiled. “No way,” I shook my head, “I mean… no thank you, ma’am.” She nodded. The rest of the night was so boring. Sometimes, I think I hate being a princess.

That night I tried to go to sleep. I sat up and walked over to Sherry’s room. She was only two years older than me. I sat on her bed and woke her up. “Hey, Sherry,” I never really talked to her, so it was kind of weird talking to her. “Hi, Miss Jovi, what do you want?” She asked. Suddenly, my other young maid, Jill walked in. She used to be Rachel’s maid. She said that Jill was really mean. Rachel is always nice to her maids, but Jill was a ball of fire. “Hi, Jill,” I never talked to Jill… at all, “How are you?” “Why do you care?” Jill had the longest, silkiest hair and she kept flipping it, “You never cared before.” “I’m sorry; I was just about to ask Sherry for some advice.” “Why? Can’t you ask that queen of yours?” She scoffed. “I am the princess, and you will not talk to me like that!” I started to get mad. “Oh, so they never told you?” She smiled, “You were adopted.” Chapter 2

I knew Jill was not telling the truth, until I looked my parents up in the secret service room. It was true. My real parents were… American. I was born here, in this little country, Corse, and they put me up for adoption! Why? I fell asleep on the computer. That morning, I woke up bright and early. I ran downstairs and saw my father and Avon sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I sat down next to Avon. “Good morning, sunshine.” Father smiled. “Good morning, sunshine.” Avon mimicked, “Your father invited me over to talk.” “About what?” I asked. “Serious business.” Father replied. “I have some serious business,” I said, “Avon… do you mind?” “Sure.” He shrugged. “Okay, fine, stay, but don’t speak.” I turned to Father, “I know why you want me to get married so bad.” Father raised his eyebrows. “So I can marry my way into royalty.” I continued, “Sir, you did not tell me I was adopted.” Avon choked on his bread. “Who told you?” Father said. “Jillian, our maid. She told me.” I answered. “Oh, she’s fired!” He stood up, “Jovi- I- I apologize.” “Should I be mad?” I answered, “Dare I anger the King?” “Jovi-” Avon sighed. “Avon,” I glared at him, “I do not know why, but I am not mad. I am going to go to America to find them, they live in some kind of city.” “No you CAN’T!” He yelled, “That’s why I made that law! I was afraid you would try to find them.” “Oh, the law.” Avon sighed. “The law? The law!” I snapped, “So, you can’t go out of the country until your married. And if I get married, then I will be a real princess.” “You are a real princess.” He nodded. “I’m a real lie.” I sighed, “No, Father, that’s not fair!” “Sorry, daughter, but it’s the law.” He gave me a hug and marched away. I looked at Avon for a long time then smiled. “I’m kind of glad you’re leaving…” Avon joked, “I don’t have to here you yell anymore.” “I have an idea!” I smiled, “You promise you’ll help me?” I decided to throw a party for our act. I invited everyone I could think of, threw on my best dress and tiara. Everyone gathered around the grand room. I winked at Avon and he winked back. I sat on my royal chair, acting completely oblivious. “Attention, everyone!” Avon yelled, “Attention!” Princess Rain smiled and fixed her hair to impress Avon. He walked up to me, kneeled on one knee and rolled his eyes at me, “Okay, let’s get it over with.” He whispered to me. When everyone was completely silent, Avon finally said, “Jovi, Princess Jovi, will you marry me?” Everyone gasped, especially Rain! I sat there for a second, “Yes, Prince Avon, yes! Everyone cheered, Mother and Father rushed over to me, “We shall have a wedding tomorrow!” “What!” We both said. “Can I do that, after I get back from… America?” I asked. “No!” They both shouted, “You shall get married and go to America together.” They skipped away, clapping. Avon sat in the chair next to me and put his face in his hands.” “Okay here’s the deal,” I whispered, “We get hitched, go to America, come back, and then separate.” “It’s not that easy!” He replied. “It can be!” I said, “Just do NOT make any vows, and become king, make a law about separation, then see ya!” “Okay, fine, okay, but you owe me BIG TIME!” He pointed out. “Sure, anything, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I smiled.

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