Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5297572-20161017181348/@comment-5297572-20161017192239

Marissa walked into the new Hans Christian Dior store and looked around. It confirmed her thoughts that everyone in here was either a princess or a prince, royals like her. Well, like the royal royals, not like the Royals at school. Marissa shook her head, sighing as she headed towards the clothes section.

Marissa saw a person in particular, and it looked like she was a die hard Royal. You know, the one's who freak out over Rebels like her. Or well, Roybels like her. Yes, thanks to her father Rissa was now starting to doubt her destiny thanks to him. All these Royals will probably hate her after a while.

Marissa was supposedly walking, and accidentally bumped into the girl she was talking about.

"Oh my god I am so so sorry!" She cried out, catching the attention of a few people.