Title: An Unordinary Princess
By: Moondreams16
Rating: G
Notes:  This is sort of like an off beat fairy tale. This story is mainly 
about Lita and I am just writing this for fun. Actually I started writing it 
in my ever present note book coming home on a 6 hour trip. We left Saturday 
and came back Sunday. I was tired but I think this is a good starting never 
the less. Enjoy.

~ Lita ~ 
	The crowd broke out in applause as the bride and groom kissed. That's 
one of my sisters. Oldest, in fact. She was defiantly a normal princess. She 
had the classic blonde hair, blue eyes, and flawless porcelain skin customary 
of a princess. Not to mention she was very beautiful. Like most every other 
oldest princess there was a little curse at her christening. There always 
were curses given out to unfortunate princess. It's all in the history books. 
I just wonder if the fairy's could ever come up with something original. For 
example, one could say, "This princess will have a very hairy mole on her 
upper right cheek." Now that is a curse that would turn a few heads. All the 
poor girl really had to do was see a magician. They usually could take care 
of things like that.  But of course, the fairies never tampered with beauty 
that practically trade marked a princess.  My sister was no different. Usual 
curse, prick finger, falls asleep, and prince wakes you with a kiss. Can we 
say boring? Unlike my great-great- great-great (and all lot more greats, 
can't think of exactly how many but you get the picture) aunt, my sister only 
had to sleep for 2 years instead of 100. If I was there I think I would've 
voted for 100. Like the story goes, she pricked her finger and was out like a 
light. (Well, Rose was never very fond of history. To bad she had to repeat 
it) Well I found one thing about my perfectly lovely sister in that time. She 
snored. It wasn't even a quiet snore; it was so loud I am surprised nobody 
ever found out before. 3 days later, everyone in the castle was very relieved 
to see the prince. He kissed her, she woke up, blauh, blauh, blauh. Everyone 
was relieved to have an end to her sleeping (and snoring) except me. I had 
mixed feelings on the whole thing. Sure, I was happy to get a sibling out of 
the house (or castle in my case) like any other normal sibling. Still, I 
would miss getting out my paints and painting designs on her face. I thought 
it was quite funny and all the time I was doing it, I wondered if the paints 
would cause her to get a zit. But my fun was cut short when I was caught in 
the middle of painting a black mustache over her upper lip. I was grounded to 
my room. When the prince came with my sister I looked at her face closely. 
Much to my disappointment, there was no zit. I can't believe he had to marry 
her! It seemed it was even safe to kiss anyone. Next thing you know you'll be 
shoved down the isle with your bride. Talk about a sucker! In my opinion, I 
think he got the bum end of the deal. 
There are 5 other princesses after her. Then there is me. That's right, I am 
the youngest.  There's nothing extraordinary about me either. I'm not even 
pretty. At my christening, a fairy gave me the gift of diversity. All of my 
sisters were given the gifts of grace and beauty. The fairy that cursed my 
sister was also there. Everybody expected her to curse me as well. She 
didn't. She danced with my Uncle Alfred, ate cake and had a wonderful time. 
She did give me the gift of good teeth. I am sure I'd rather have good teeth 
then have to sleep for who knows how many years. Still none of them thought 
to give me beauty. I was given balance and wit by the others. So I'm quite 
ordinary compared to my sisters.  I have mouse brown hair, muddy green eyes, 
and a light dash of freckles on my nose and cheeks. My appearance agitated my 
mother. She was always having my straight brown hair done up in curlers. My 
hair never could hold much of a curl. When my mother finally realized this, 
she stopped trying. Then she turned to something else, my freckles. She 
started covering my face with creams and lotions that were supposed to get 
rid of freckles. When those didn't work my Mother tried lemon juice. I hated 
this for I disliked seeing perfectly good lemons being wasted. I happen to be 
very fond of lemons. I especially like eating them in front of my sisters and 
watching there perfect little rosebud lips pucker. My Mother was at her wits 
end with me when the lemons didn't work. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't as if 
my Mother refused to love me or anything. She was very loving to me but could 
always since her disappointment in me. She was perfect like a china figurine. 
You know the ones that if you blow on them to hard they will break. My 
sisters were all like that too.  They were all delicate and graceful. Not me 
I was tall and gawky like a colt. My father said I would soon grow out of it. 
For my Mother's sake I hope he is right.