Isabella Rose's diary

A New Orientation
Most young children grow up wishing to be princesses or princes, well for me it’s always been the other way around. All my life I've wanted nothing more than to have an ordinary life. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything but I am not a Princess, not in my head anyway. I just want to be treated like everybody else, Royals can have almost anything they want except for that. The one day once upon a new school year everything I thought I knew about my enchanted fate was questioned.

And everything began the day I arrived at the most magical school in all the land: Ever After High

Chapter 1
Before I began my first year of boarding school there is this thing called a Book-to-School Orientation week. A chance for the students to settle in at the school before the lessons start for real.

All the students gets hoarded in to Charmatorium, as I scan the room for empty seats I make my way towards the back. Hopeful that there would be some seats there. Not looking where I was going I find myself surrounded by white fur everywhere I look. I take a few steps back, blushing and repeating "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking, I'm sorry". I raise my head and meet the White Queens chilling glace, she evaluates me, slippers to crown, her eyes is dragged up my body. I can't help but to shiver.

"Princess Isabella of Rose, I am guessing?" Her voice as proud as her posture. I must have look as confused as I felt because she continued. "I like to know my future students in advance and your pretty face is an easy one to remember, suiting I guess." I feel my cheeks blushing further as always when people bring up my "beauty" but there was something in the she said it that made it sound degrading. The White Queen was not one to wait around for me to clear up my mind and continued once again "You belong up there with the rest of the Royals" she said while pointing at a balcony hanging above the room. Up there I could the light sparkle around a head of golden blonde hair I knew could only belong to one person, the most royal of Royal and our future Queen: Apple White.

Another shiver runs through my core. Where I suppose to belong with them? I take a deep breath before I once again meet her eyes "Mrs. Queen..." I begin before she interrupted me "Mrs. Her Majesty The White Queen, to you, dear". I sigh and starts again "Mrs. Her Majesty The White Queen..." She noods agreeingly "... I am sorry, but how exactly am I suppose to get up there?" She looks doubtingly at me for a second then looks around in the room her eyes stops on another fairhaired girl. "Ms. Lockes!" the White Queen calls out making the fairhaired girl turn around with a mixture of surprise and fear in her eyes and a odd glowing tray in her hands. The girl, apparently named Ms. Lockes, makes her way towards us. "Princess Isabella, this is Blondie Lockes, I’m sure she’d love to show you the way to the balcony.” Judging by the look she gave Blondie I don’t really think she gave her a choice. “Of course, Whi... Mrs. Her Majesty The White Queen, I’d love to!” Blondie’s smile was tense but it loosened up a bit when our eyes met and she let out a little laugh as she pulled my arm away from the White Queen. “Come on, let’s go!” she whispered and I was once again surrounded by new faces.

“Thank you so much for your help, Mrs. Her Majesty The White Queen!” I called out behind me. “I expect great things from you, Princess Isabella of Rose!” her voice roar back.