THE DARK PRINCESS
g to record my project just like the litera
d I knew it was time to eat breakfast and
enough to go to school, but no one wanted to listen t
not mean physically; I meant emotionally.
ur name?" My mom asked, barging into my r
knock"? I asked her, to
say?" She asked,
o you just intrude on people's privacy?" I
?" She asked, dragging me by the hair, but I pushe
ou used to know. This Mia right here is ready for anything."
to eat. I was about to turn when I felt something hitti
hed it, it was blood. I heard screams around me, but I was feeling dizzy. Then I felt something deep
company in the whole of America would ever want her again. But
has left. What just happened? I looked around to see my mom on the floor with her hands bleeding. She looked scared,
I stabbed her, b
ng, the police were already at
did not even think twice before telling the police to make sure I neve
name?" One of the
Mia," I re
man that you st
" I replied wit
are you
teen yea
m, Mia, knowing you would
plate on my head, and before I knew it, I was
a plate on your
ng. He stood up and left. When he came back, he brou
t your mom?" He said. It was mo
own model," I replied. My mom is a model
model, but I want to know her as
you want to kno
lationship with h
her modeling business. I was raised by my nanny because she was never around. I barely see her, and we totally lived like strangers
t your dad
ing to be the one to say that part. A woman who left her ma
nd requested to see my mom, who
discuss. I went to my room restless, not knowing wha
needs a queen beside him. My mom was pregnant when she gave birth; she had twins, me and my brother. We were just a few months
he said my mom never said why she left her marriage. She only said she want
; she was the one there. My mom just cared about her weight, how to look
arted acting weird toward me. She kept telling me that my father
ven selling me out. Those were the words I heard all my life growin
ent. And I will be sixteen in a few months. I'm scared; I don't want to jump from frying pan
we don't get along. I can just avoid her, and maybe until I a
opened a separate account under my name wher
turned sixteen. I heard a knock on my door, and when I opene
use they were not saying any
ave a flight to catch tomorrow mo
't go until I was sixteen, and it'
ill do anything to get you aw
e your father. And I heard you were an infant
r me. He doesn't want me, so why should I stay w
ou can just go; maybe it won't be that bad. After all, your dad is a king, which makes
ss; I don't want to be called a freak by my friend
you can stay with. And I am sorry if your friends think that you are a freak. But what
e a normal girl, not the daugh