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"I have an offer for you, Charlotte."

"Charlie. It's Charlie." She corrected.

Francine ignored. "You allow me to switch places with you for a year and in exchange, I pay you enough to clear the hospital bills for your father."

Charlotte smirks, clearly amused by the idea. "When do we start?"

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Francine Maxwell, a twenty-year-old princess has always had one desire before she takes over the throne and succeeds in the king - her father.
To live a life like an ordinary individual. To explore the world on her own. To understand the sentiments of her subjects and to soar high like a free-bird.

Enter Charlotte 'Charlie' Robinson. 

Charlie- a twenty- year- old-  has always been a tomboy for as long as she remembers. Living only with a cancer patient of a father, she has to work at a restaurant and look for part-time jobs to make ends meet and also to pay for her father's hospital bills.

What would happen when these two 'identical' adults meet?

Yes. You heard that right. They are not related in any way but they are look-alikes. Francine wants life to be enjoyable. She wants to break the rules for once. Charlie wants nothing more than to have enough money in her bank account to save her father's life.

Will the journey be that easy?
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Warning: This story contains curse words, so if you're not used to them read them at your own risk.
This story is inspired from a few movies and books. It is not a copied work as the plot is totally different.

THE PRINCESS AND THE TOMBOY..

"Okay, 1 and 2 and 3 and 4...There you go, see- I told you, you could do it!"


"And I cherish the day I met you, Cherie."


I sighed. "What have I gotten myself into?"


After I agreed to help Francine and switch places with her, both of them had been adamant about teaching me the 'proper way of being a princess'.


In short, be the girliest girl possible.


"You're not doing it right, Charlotte-"


"Charlie. It's Charlie. Please for Pete's sake, stop calling me Charlotte." I exclaimed, exasperated. Usually, the ones who knew me either called me Charlie or Robinson. Hence, I hated being called Charlotte.


"Okay, okay, Charlie. You should follow the choreography. 'Tis one step forward and then the next step backward in sync. Then, the twirl."


I narrowed my eyebrows. "Wasn't I doing it right the first time? You said I could do it."


He shrugged, twirling me. "'Tis an encouragement."


"Encouragement?" I let out a tired breath. "Right..encouragement."


Meanwhile, Francine was exploring my apartment, her eyes gluing towards all the photographs hung on walls. She stood in front of one of the photographs, staring at it with admiration in her eyes.


"When was it clicked?" She asked me, while I was managing to hold my own in dancing- my bad- waltzing.


I paused from waltzing to answer her. "When I was four. It's been a long time."


She stared at my mother. "Where is she?"


"Oh." Sam and Francine said in unison, both suddenly uncomfortable on this whole 'mom died in a car crash thing'. I wondered for a brief second if they dealt with something similar.


"Let us continue, shall we?" Sam uttered after a couple of minutes.


"Not now, I need a break." I slumped on the couch and gulped down a glass of water.


Sam crossed his arms, glaring at me. " We barely started, Charlie. If you shall switch places with Liz, you need to practice as much as possible to go in there undetected."


"I know, I know." I paused before adding. "But shouldn't she practice, too? We have contrasting personalities, you know."


Francine spoke up. "No need to worry about me, Charlot- sorry- Charlie. I can take care of myself."


I stood up, smirking. "You know, lesson no. 1 in being Charlie Robinson- you should stop saying sorry."


"Sorry?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.


"Yeah, don't say that. Instead say - what should you say?" I stroke my chin with my thumb and index finger, pretending to think for a perfect word.


After a couple of seconds, I snapped my fingers. "HA! I found it."


"Say what? What sort of a word is it?" Samuel and Francine asked in unison.


"First of all, it's a goddamned phrase and secondly, you two-" I pointed them. "-should stop being so formal if ya wanna blend in and finally, it's really weird when you two say words at the same time. So, stop doing that."


"What's goddamned?" Francine and Samuel asked in unison.


I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't know about myself, but you guys need a lot of work."


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