Princess among Paupers I

This is, and isn't reality. But for some reason I don't care.

I am seventeen years old in my last year of highschool. In all this time I've realized something that others don't. I am a Princess. Other people needn't believe me. I am not so insecure that I need them to. As long as I know it. All of us have been sent to the same school. There we've been subjected to so many cruel and unusual experiments, its a wonder any of us are still capable of coherent though. But school, is not a place we come, learn and leave. Many of us feel like we live there. Wandering up and down the halls as one would their own house. For this reason I shall name my school a palace, no the palace.

This is my reality.

There are more than four thousand people who visit the palace. Some of the courtiers others are scholars and still some are nothing but peasants who are the offspring off ambitious houses. As their princess it is my job to love and socialize all of them. Its damn near impossible, but I do try. Courtiers surround me. They eat with me and chatter filling up my days with laughs and jokes. I don't trust many of them. On of them whom I do trust is Sarah. I know beyond a doubt that I can always trust her. No matter what. We've known each other for about four years ever since I was brought to the palace. Since then she has never ceased to make my life more interesting than anybody else inside this dratted palace could. Which brings me to another topic. Nicky. She is and always has been my best friend. Even before the palace. Unfortunately, she moved to another country, Louisiana. We only see each other when the opportunity shows it self.

When I am not fooling around with my courtiers, I am with my tutors in the subjects of Statistics, World Literature and Anatomy. Of course, I have many more, but those are the important ones. We sit before them in the mornings and afternoons learning about various concepts that will aide in our futures. It's all quite tedious, but I do what I must. I always do what I must. After my last tutor of the day, I am free to spend the rest of the day as I please. Sometimes, I get into my carriage and ride to my personal rooms. Other times, I go with Sarah and a couple of other courtiers to practice the dance. The dance is most complex set of movements where one is loose and free. A master and a mistress teach this dance, but they aren't too dedicated to teaching us. At least that's how it seems. Still other times, I meet with some commoners to discuss matters of business and other such topics.

When I arrive at my personal rooms I'm greeted by my sister, my parents and my dog. I usually take a nap before my parents get home. When I wake, I then decide how much of my homework I will complete. I do it, and then frolic until true night comes and I must retire.