My Dear Princess
(Joslyn Miller) It looked like friendship... but will Landon get on Princess Isabella's nerves?
Hey!
Oh my gosh. So I am crying while I write this. I didn't post yesterday cause I was with my friend Karli all day. She found out she was cancer free.... CANCER FREE! She has been battling cancer for a year and a half now. so I am like freaking out now. So, that's why I didn't write. I am like crying.
P.S.- I love your comments.
Shamsa- I write it about The Netherlands cause my grandparents are from The Netherlands so yea. haha.
I am so glad you guys like it, here is more.
Love,
Joslyn Miller
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Isabella's P.O.V.
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'So,' my mother said facing Landon. 'What do you do for a job?' I looked at him in a questioning state as well.
'Well I work at a pizza shop delivering pizza's back in America.' he said shrugging.
'Well,' my mother said with one of her looks, plastered on her face. 'What would you like to be when you grow up?'
'An artist.' he replied. My mother had a laugh. I was suddenly uncomfortable.
'That's not a real career.' my mother said.
'Well I will get paid. I love to paint, too. so I don't see why it wouldn't be.' He says.
'No, no it isn't.' I say stepping in. 'Art isn't a job, it's a hobbie.' Landon turns to me with a kind of defensive look on his face.
'And what would you call a job?' He asks me.
'Something in politics.' I say. My mother gave me a smile and he huffed.
'Of course you would think that's a job.' he says.
'And,' I say turning my shoulders to face him with my whole body. 'what does that mean?'
'Well,' he says turning himself to face me with his body as well. 'You prance around in your little dresses, starting wars with countries, getting married to people you don't even know. Your whole life is politics. Of course you would say something stupid like that.' he finishes.
'Mr. Tay-' my mother starts but I put up a hand to silence her.
'Stupid?' I asks. He nods. 'Stupid?' I say in disbelief. He nods again.
'Yes,' he smirks.
'I'm not stupid, you are.' I say, 'Commoner.' I mumble as an insult, turning back to my food.
'Royal pain in the ass.' he mumbles turning to his food too. I stop and face him. I decided it wasn't worth it. I ate the rest of my meal in silence, seeing a couple side glances from Landon. I looked over to Landon's sister, Olivia to see her talking with my brother. I wonder if she was as bad as him. The ball part of the evening began and I had the first dance with my father. After that was my cousins and my brother. Than a few single men that asked me. My feet hurt really bad in these shoes.
'May I have this dance.' I hear someone mumble and I look up to see Landon standing there looking at his shoes.
'You may.' I say. He looks up in surprise. I straightened my back trying to seem taller but he towered over me, even if I was in heels. He placed his hands on my hips and I placed mine on his shoulders.
'I thought you would say no.' he said softly.
'It is considered rude to not accept a dance.' I say in reply. We danced in silence. 'You're a very good dancer.' I complement.
'My mother taught me.' He says, looking a bit more confident. I smiled at him.
'That's very nice of her.' I smile. He returns the smile. 'I'm deeply sorry.'
'So am I' he said as well. Somehow by the time that I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was closer to him. It stunned me how amazing his eyes were.
'I know I just met you today but,' he says. 'would you like to, hang out tomorrow?' Some reason I felt like jumping out of my skin. I have never felt this before. I was... excited. No, I needed to say. No, I have plans. I said to myself but what actually came out was,
'I would love to.' I smile at him. He returns the smile.
'Great,' he says as the song ends. 'I'll pick you up at 10 in the morning.' he said kissing my hand. 'I'll see you than.' he smiles and backs up. I watch him as he leaves my castle. Who was this boy?
*********Next day***********
'Mother,' I say standing in front of my mother who held a newspaper at the big dining room table. 'I'm going out today.'
'Where, may I ask?' she says.
'With a friend.' I say. I didn't want to mention who it was, encase it would start a fight.
'When?'
'10'
'Well your father and I are leaving in a bit so you will be on your own for a while. but sure, I guess that is fine.' she says looking back at her paper. I walk away with a smile on my face. I walked down the steps wearing a blue sundress and blue, closed toed, simple, high heels. I grabbed a jacket and walked outside to see Landon on a motorbike.
'A motorbike? Really?' I ask him.
'A sundress? Really?' He asks me back.
'What about my outfit?' I ask turning around for him to get the full look.
'Do you own ONE pair of jeans?' he asked me.
'No.' I say. It was the truth, either skirts or dresses.
'Wow, we need to get you to my sister.... NOW.' he said handing me a helmet. I took it getting on his bike, speeding off to the unknown world of teenage life.
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Hate? Like? Love?
tell me! :D
Oh my gosh. So I am crying while I write this. I didn't post yesterday cause I was with my friend Karli all day. She found out she was cancer free.... CANCER FREE! She has been battling cancer for a year and a half now. so I am like freaking out now. So, that's why I didn't write. I am like crying.
P.S.- I love your comments.
Shamsa- I write it about The Netherlands cause my grandparents are from The Netherlands so yea. haha.
I am so glad you guys like it, here is more.
Love,
Joslyn Miller
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Isabella's P.O.V.
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'So,' my mother said facing Landon. 'What do you do for a job?' I looked at him in a questioning state as well.
'Well I work at a pizza shop delivering pizza's back in America.' he said shrugging.
'Well,' my mother said with one of her looks, plastered on her face. 'What would you like to be when you grow up?'
'An artist.' he replied. My mother had a laugh. I was suddenly uncomfortable.
'That's not a real career.' my mother said.
'Well I will get paid. I love to paint, too. so I don't see why it wouldn't be.' He says.
'No, no it isn't.' I say stepping in. 'Art isn't a job, it's a hobbie.' Landon turns to me with a kind of defensive look on his face.
'And what would you call a job?' He asks me.
'Something in politics.' I say. My mother gave me a smile and he huffed.
'Of course you would think that's a job.' he says.
'And,' I say turning my shoulders to face him with my whole body. 'what does that mean?'
'Well,' he says turning himself to face me with his body as well. 'You prance around in your little dresses, starting wars with countries, getting married to people you don't even know. Your whole life is politics. Of course you would say something stupid like that.' he finishes.
'Mr. Tay-' my mother starts but I put up a hand to silence her.
'Stupid?' I asks. He nods. 'Stupid?' I say in disbelief. He nods again.
'Yes,' he smirks.
'I'm not stupid, you are.' I say, 'Commoner.' I mumble as an insult, turning back to my food.
'Royal pain in the ass.' he mumbles turning to his food too. I stop and face him. I decided it wasn't worth it. I ate the rest of my meal in silence, seeing a couple side glances from Landon. I looked over to Landon's sister, Olivia to see her talking with my brother. I wonder if she was as bad as him. The ball part of the evening began and I had the first dance with my father. After that was my cousins and my brother. Than a few single men that asked me. My feet hurt really bad in these shoes.
'May I have this dance.' I hear someone mumble and I look up to see Landon standing there looking at his shoes.
'You may.' I say. He looks up in surprise. I straightened my back trying to seem taller but he towered over me, even if I was in heels. He placed his hands on my hips and I placed mine on his shoulders.
'I thought you would say no.' he said softly.
'It is considered rude to not accept a dance.' I say in reply. We danced in silence. 'You're a very good dancer.' I complement.
'My mother taught me.' He says, looking a bit more confident. I smiled at him.
'That's very nice of her.' I smile. He returns the smile. 'I'm deeply sorry.'
'So am I' he said as well. Somehow by the time that I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was closer to him. It stunned me how amazing his eyes were.
'I know I just met you today but,' he says. 'would you like to, hang out tomorrow?' Some reason I felt like jumping out of my skin. I have never felt this before. I was... excited. No, I needed to say. No, I have plans. I said to myself but what actually came out was,
'I would love to.' I smile at him. He returns the smile.
'Great,' he says as the song ends. 'I'll pick you up at 10 in the morning.' he said kissing my hand. 'I'll see you than.' he smiles and backs up. I watch him as he leaves my castle. Who was this boy?
*********Next day***********
'Mother,' I say standing in front of my mother who held a newspaper at the big dining room table. 'I'm going out today.'
'Where, may I ask?' she says.
'With a friend.' I say. I didn't want to mention who it was, encase it would start a fight.
'When?'
'10'
'Well your father and I are leaving in a bit so you will be on your own for a while. but sure, I guess that is fine.' she says looking back at her paper. I walk away with a smile on my face. I walked down the steps wearing a blue sundress and blue, closed toed, simple, high heels. I grabbed a jacket and walked outside to see Landon on a motorbike.
'A motorbike? Really?' I ask him.
'A sundress? Really?' He asks me back.
'What about my outfit?' I ask turning around for him to get the full look.
'Do you own ONE pair of jeans?' he asked me.
'No.' I say. It was the truth, either skirts or dresses.
'Wow, we need to get you to my sister.... NOW.' he said handing me a helmet. I took it getting on his bike, speeding off to the unknown world of teenage life.
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