Rolanda Liebste's Diary

A New Orientation
I daresay, I have a nice ending, unlike many others. I mean, at least I don't die by falling off a cliff or whatever. Even though I'm not considered 'Royalty', I still have tons of wealth and fortune from my father. Oh great. My father. My parents. Why did they have to name me Rolanda, out of all names? My father is named Roland, for good gracious' sake. Not my mother. Despite all these small problems, at least I get to have (a rather small one, I mean, almost all Royals get this choice) choice as to who I marry. Sort of.

Heard that Raven Queen is going to ruin Legacy Day. Pretty worried for her. The Headmaster said that she would disappear, along with her story. And if her story disappears, then the Queen Bee in our school, Apple White, would probably also disappear, since what's Snow White's story without the Evil Queen? Maybe I'm being selfish, but I think that she should just accept her destiny. It may not be what she wants, and I don't want my stepmother to chop off my stepsister's head either, but what's how life is.

Thinking of that, I have another question to ponder about. Who, really, is the Headmaster? What's his story?

Chapter One
Well. A new year of school. Sad that my stepmother is making me show my stepsister around when I could've been hanging out with my BFFA. So once we arrived at school, I dumped her with a bunch of first-years (I admit, that was mean. But I have my own life!) and headed to the auditorium, ready for one of the Headmaster's old, boring speeches. I looked up, trying to spot my friend in one of the comfy Royal seats, but I guess she wasn't there.

After the overly boring tour, I went to Madame Yaga's office (had to chase it around for quite a long time) to get my schedule. I looked over it. Muse-ic, Damsel-in-distressing, Sorcery, blah blah blah.

"Your elective class?" Baba Yaga asked me.

"Er, well..." I pondered this for a bit. Could I get another class of Muse-ic? Probably not. "Princessology."

"You are not a princess, m'dear," Yaga stared at me.

I shrugged. Flipping the script for once would be fun, "It'll be fun."