Calista Gilded's diary

A New Orientation
My mother, Queen Marigold, would always tell me her and grand-father Midas' fairy-tale ever since I was just a young nursery-rhyme. I would always beg her to tell me it over and over again until I got tired of it at the age of eight; that's when boys started admiring me but I would hate it and scare them off. Do I regret something? Never. Mother thinks that my attitude towards young princes was not princess-like but I would roll my eyes and tell her that I'm not so proud of my prettiness since everyone who encounters me starts to admire me. Instead of taking personal princess classes, I ditched them to take singing classes without no one finding out.

At the age of ten, one week after celebrating my birthday, I was playing in the garden when I tripped off the glass deck and bumped my head on the metal watering-pot, that's when I got amnesia for two months and I forgot everything that happened after my ninth birthday. My parents would stay in the waiting room at the hospital until one day, I got my memory back when I saw a little girl with orange-red hair visit me, she told me that her name was Rolana Candlewick then I remembered when we would stay after school together waiting for our parents to pick us up, we would also do some mischief but I insisted to take all the blame for whatever we did, even though Rolana was the one to get the idea.

After years of attending Rose Thorne Academy until the thrid grade and being home-schooled until I grew into a teenager with orange hair, green eyes and my finger-tips became tanner -like gold-, my parents finally decided to make me attend the high school for fairy-tale teenagers to come and learn how to grow up like their parents, then follow in their footsteps. So, take me for example, my mother is Queen Marigold, so I will become the next queen who wishes for a golden touch and turns my son/daughter into gold, also known as (the future) Queen Calista.

Chapter One
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Chapter Two
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Chapter Three
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