Story me and ducky are working on cause we hella board ✨

When I walk into the ballroom, everyone already looks like they have a fake smile on. I'm one of those people. People always say, “I wanna be a princess when I grow up!” No, no you don't Bethany. It's horrible. Taking orders and signing papers get boring after a while. I look around the room and lock eyes with Nancy Thompson. Nancy has been my royal advisor since I was eleven, she's also my best friend. And the only one my age family allows me to talk to. I shuffle my feet in her direction, trying to get to her but I get grabbed on my shoulder. “Ms. Princess?” An adult voice asks behind me. I turn around. Miss Silversmith. She's a rude person. Always trying to make things “perfect.” She also only wears green. A green hat, green skirt, a green blazer. The only thing that hasn't been turned green is her old grey hair and white shirt. “Yessssss..?” I return, holding out the ‘s’ for a while. She raises an eyebrow and her grip on my shoulder tightens. Rest In Peace my left shoulder, you will be missed. “First off,” she says, “it's improper for you to hold letters when talking. Second, what have I told you about that corset?” Her rule is that the corset must be under the outfit I'm wearing so it's tight around my bare skin. She says it's to hide body imperfections. Very uncomfortable. “Sorry Ms.Silversmith,” I apologize, “I'll go change..” My name is Valerie Chandler. I hate things like; politics, arguments, homophobic people, and Ms.Silversmith. I like watching things go up and flames. And I know we're all dying slowly. (This will be updated