The Diary

My name is Sarah. I am only 19 years old and I was born into a royal family. My father ( King Andrew the third ) and my step-mother ( Queen Elizabeth ) expect me to be a perfect little princess. LIKE OMG THE RESPONSIBLITIES!!! UGH I AM SO SICK OF THIS PLACE!!! I'm not your average "princess" as you may have figured out...but I want to go out and SEE things and have fun! Is that too much to ask? Well with my step-mother, yes. 🙄 Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I am writing in a diary, duh! Anyway today, me and my friend Jacob were roaming around the castle ( Jacob is a..... butler you can say and he is my age ). Me and Jacob were always friends ever since his father let him start working here until he castle. We caused trouble with the baker and we stole some pastries. Jacob then got yelled at and I was sent to my room and I felt really bad. We talked through the vents and Jacob lives in a dorm built for servants to live. Anyway we pass notes and then my mom comes bathing into the room like she owns the place (she does but that's irrelevant) and tells me how immature I am. LIKE DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THIS WILL MAKE ME NOT MAD AT YOU? Like what is going on inside their heads? I dunno but it was time for brunch. Jacob was serving us and he had me laughing the whole time. All my parents did was blah blah blah about my future and responsibilities and I kinda wasn't listening at all but whatevs. Then I went to my room to sulk and stare at a wall for awhile.

I have to go now, but I will write later,

-Not so princessy Sarah