The Princess That Shouldn't Be

Chapter One

"Sindarin! Come down here now" I look at my alarm clock to see that it is three in the morning and I can here my sister yell from downstairs. Her name is Victoria Stone, she is 14.

"Don't make me repeat myself! I said come downstairs now!"

I climb out of bed and start heading for the stairs, and out rushes my sister Anna. She is 12 years old.

" Watch where you're going Sindarin!" Anna yelled at me, as she continue to run down the stairs. From the top of the stairs I can hear the sounds of cabinets being slammed shut and open yet again. I start walking down the stairs. I have since realize that my parents must not be home for why would my sister be yelling.

"What is wrong Victoria?" I look around the living room that leads into the kitchen. I see that she had her friends over.

" I can't believe you left the whole house a mess Sindarin" I can tell that she plans to blame me yet again for one of her parties when parents are out.

I sigh and start to clean. I start with getting the trash bag out from under the sink and going around and picking up all the trash. Then I move on to gather the dishes and takes them to the sink. I get out a washcloth and start wiping up all of the sticky substances that are all over the dining room table, counters, and coffee table.

Once that has all been finished and then move on to wash the dishes. I see on a clock that it is now 4:30 in the morning. I realize that my parents should be returning home soon I need to hurry up and get everything done and back to bed, if I don't want to be blamed for the mess that my sister made.

You're probably wondering why I didn't argue with her and just did as she said. That is because as far back as I can remember my my father has always told me that I am a troublemaker and that I do everything bad. You see I don't really know why he said that, I just know that he believes it wholeheartedly.

I get done with the dishes and realize I need to take out the trash. I gather it all up and head out through the back door to the dumpsters. I look up at the house; the house that my parents have had as far back as I can remember. It is a small but moderate house that is two stories, it has three bathrooms and four rooms. My parents have one room, Victoria has her own room. Anna has her own room as well. You must be thinking at this point well that means that you have your own room right. Well no I don't have my own room, you see, I have one more younger sister. She is 9 years old, her name is Bella. So you must be thinking well then you must share a room, no she has the room all to herself. I sleep in a small walk-in closet in the hallway upstairs.

Yes I sleep in a walk in closet. I I used to have my own room, well that was until Bella was born. I start walking back inside. And I climb up the stairs to get back into bed. I look around my tiny little room I see my poster on the wall, the smallest bookshelf you'd ever seen, my clothes are neatly folded on the shelves with my books, and a lap desk for me to be able to do my homework and writing on.

I realize my birthday is tomorrow, I just have to get through today.