Once upon a time... I know what you're thinking, oh no, not that kind of story again. They always go Once upon a time there was a princess and a prince, then the bad guy comes and they try to keep the princess away from the prince. Works. The bad guy ruins a relationship but then it gets better and they live happily ever after. The end. They are fantastic stories, but predictable. Not this one, so let's start over. Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl called Danielle. He has the reddest hair you could imagine (he has the thinnest curls); bright blue eyes, pale skin and 5'3. Yes, she was a princess, but not just any princess. Danielle hated being a princess. He never invited any of his friends because they would see all his things and his parents' castle. Every time he had a birthday party, it was somewhere else, but not in his palace. This year he turns 13. Maybe this time he could tell them his secret. Yes, I'm her best friend Ivy; I'm 13 years old. I have brown hair with blonde highlights, I have vivid green eyes, and I'm 5'2! I know all about Danielle. I'm the one he tells all his deepest, darkest secrets to. I know all about her being a princess and stuff, but the only reason I know that is because she was sick one day. So, in fifth grade I brought her homework and class work. My mother dropped me off a block away from Danielle's house (unknowingly). I was wandering around looking for the address his mother had given me. I got closer to the next neighborhood and there was a castle right behind tons of huge buildings with billboards on them so no one could see it. I was shocked. I figured it was for the rich, maybe 10 buildings long, five stories tall, the lightest pink, with…half of paper…a friend and mine too. Danielle was nowhere to be seen. “Presenting, Princess Danielle,” Austin and David exclaimed in unison. Danielle descended the tall staircase. She wore a short teal, light pink and purple dress. From the waist up it was teal. From below the waist there were purple and a small shade of pink ruffles. She wore white high heels with two straps arranged in an X-shape around her feet; Danielle wore a white pearl earring, a slightly loose choker also made of pearls, and a pearl bracelet around her left wrist. On his head was a tiara. I gasped. He rushed down the stairs and exclaimed: “This is not a look for my party. This is my life. I'm a princess. My brothers are princesses; my mother is a queen and my father is a king. I live in a castle you are in now. I am Princess Danielle Elizabeth Trasowech!”