Another Princess Story Chapter 3

Fiction By Tori // 5/10/2009

“Nicole Ella Kiara Brielle, you come out of there!” Nicole got off her bed and looked at the mess around her. Three days she had sat in her room and it was starting to show it. Every surface had stuff on it, from books to some candy wrappers. She was, to be frank, pouting. She hadn’t told her father about Jonathan, and when he found out from the Queen, he had gotten so angry at her lack of interest in the rich princes of surrounding countries that he had forbidden her to see the boy again. This happened a week after the princess had been helped by Jonathan. Nicole hadn’t seen him since he had led her to the castle that one evening.
“Nicole El-” the servant tried again.
“I’m not coming out and you can’t make me, so go away and don’t bother me.” Then she covered her ears and started to sing, so the conversation started to sound something like this:
“Dum dum…
“You don’t…”
“…dee dee dee…”
“…you need to try…”
“…dee dah dah…”
“da dee dum dah dah dah …”
Nicole was amused. Anna, her poor maidservant, had never called her a mule. She wondered if Jonathan was a mule, too.
Jonathan. Nicole could not stop thinking of him. He had occupied her mind so much she had almost eaten a rubber chicken instead of her meal one night. Suddenly there was a knock at her window. Not really a knock, more of a thwack. Nicole realized it was a rock. She opened up the window to find the very boy who had been in every corner of her mind.
“Nicole! Come on down!”
“I…” he was standing on the ground. Nicole’s bedroom was three stories up.“What should I do? Climb the vine?”
“Well, I suppose the door would be easier, but the vine would be much more entertaining.”
“Jonathan!” He was being quite infuriating. “Fine. Watch closely, because I’m not going to climb it again.” Dusk was falling. Nicole climbed out of the window and caught her foot in the vine. She scrabbled at the vine and caught in with one hand, the rest of her body hanging. Her hand slipped and she felt herself fall to the ground. She sat up and looked into the laughing face next to her.
“Why do I always fall when you’re around?”


Oh goody. Lovely chapter.

Oh goody. Lovely chapter. Very nice.
My room looks like her's all the time. Wonderful thing messy rooms.

"Here are the beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron." C.S.Lewis

airlia | Sun, 05/10/2009

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
General George S. Patton


thanks! my room gets messy but i always like it
better when its nice and clean!

"Jesus is like Tide. He washes away what others leave behind." Anonymous

Tori | Mon, 05/11/2009

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley


Very, nice, very nice. I really like the "conversation", very well done, Tori!
"Their most active years are the first six months"--Old Fashioned Girl, referring to cats.

Kendra | Mon, 05/11/2009

"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

Out of curiosity, what on

Out of curiosity, what on earth was a rubber chicken doing near her dinner plate?

"True love is the greatest thing in the world - except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, when the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe." - Miracle Max, from The Princess Bride

Bridget | Fri, 06/12/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

ohh... goodness...

honestly? I have no idea. it just popped into my head!

"Yes, I have a godfather," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizarding prison and now he's on the run. He still likes to stay in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy..." Harry Potter to Vernon Dursley, Book 3

Tori | Fri, 06/12/2009

“Oh Ronnie! I can’t believe you’re a prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” said Mrs. Weasley.
“What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
–George Weasley


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