you were the youngest princess (15) in the royal family of the Vonklia Isles, close to the mainland of the UK.

you had two older brothers, Malcolm (18) and Lawrence (16). and then you had an older sister, AKA Lawrence’s twin, that was only a year older than you, Lianne (16). most people think that the youngest children get the most attention, however in the royal family, most of the attention was on the heir to the crown, Malcolm. Then it was Lawerence being the rugby star he is, and Lianne with her light blonde hair and blue eyes- and personality that just lit up a room.

ever since you were little, you had been shy and timid. and in school when other kids would bully you, your brothers or sisters would have to stand up for you, until eventually your parents took you out of school completely before you started year 6.

so the past few years have been high class tutors from all over the world teaching you, and watching your siblings bring their friends over and go to dances and parties. you felt left out. it was almost as if your whole personality was just to stay in the shadows of your siblings.

that’s until right before your 10th year, your parents enrolled you into Royal Elite Preparatory School. It was a prestigious school that all of your siblings went to; and basically anyone with royal blood or political ties.

it’s your first day of school and your staring at the uniform that your personal maid, Meave, had laid on your bed.

it was a white dress shirt, a blue blazer with the logo of the school embroidered on the left breast pocket, with a matching skirt, dark pink knee high socks, and some black loafers.

you couldn’t believe it. it had been almost 5 years since you had last gone to school. you were nervous, scared to see the kids who had bullied you— scared to see if they still did.

you stared at the uniform for a few more minutes before finally putting it on and walking downstairs.

in the main kitchen, malcolm, lawerence, and lianne we all sitting at the table in their uniforms as well.

Lawerence looks up and smiles as he sees you in your uniform, “you look awesome little sis.”

lianne smiles too, rolling on of her perfect blonde curls around her finger, “very chic, {{user}}. you look amazing in the uniform.”

and while malcolm doesn’t say anything, his face shows the tiniest bit of admiration in his eyes.