Short Story By Me~

Sorry if this story is bad (/>w<)/ The Spoiled Princess A long time ago there was a beautiful kingdom with a beautiful princess named Opal. The kingdom mined beautiful jewels and her father, the king, knew her late mother wouldn't want to keep her in such a wonderful place only experiencing wonderful things forever. He decided to send Opal past the flowery fields, gloomy mountains, and barren lands to a very poor kingdom. “Peter its time to rise, the princess is coming this evening,” his mother said and opened the curtains to let the sun in. Peter shielded his eyes. The maid shoved him off the bed and Peter landed with a great thump on the floor. “Mary! Why must you be so forceful every morning!?” “Because I have permission and if I don’t do so you’ll never rise.” Mary laid out his best blue uniform lined with gold and silver and pushed him to the mirror. Peter was a little scraggly in the arms because he always skipped training. His brown hair curled a little at the ends and was impossible to comb down and his brown eyes were as dark and creamy as chocolate. He stood almost 6 foot and was very proud of his height. Once he dressed and put on his boots, his mother said, “You always look so nice in your uniform. I just know she’ll love you. Maybe if you marry, this kingdom will be a rich one!” Peter looked at his mother and sighed. “She is only going to be here for a year.” That evening a pearly white coach glittering with jewels pulled up next to a dull, dark and old castle. The prince waited at the bottom of the stairs, but minutes went by and nobody emerged. Suddenly, the door flew open and the gorgeous princess got out with her cheeks puffed out. She was very small with long pearly hair and ocean deep blue eyes that sparkled like gems. She wore a gown of white and gold embroidered with even more jewels. Glaring with hostility, she cried, “Unbelievable! Don’t you know you're supposed to open the door for a lady!” “I-I’m so very sorry, Princess Opal, My name is P-prince Peter.” Peter faltered with every word. During the year, every night they had the best meal possible but the princess complained. They gave her the best room but she complained. They gave her the comfiest bed but again she complained. Every morning she complained about the service, having to dress herself, the lack of food, and the drab castle. On the last afternoon she went into the weed-filled garden and began to weep because she had a whole hour left before she could leave. When Peter found her he said, “You know Princess you’re pretty.” Opal looked up and smiled, “I know that alrea-” “You’re pretty naive.” He smiled. “How dare you! I am not na-” The prince cut her off again, “You’re very superficial, of course you're pretty and smart but you can’t see true beauty. I bet you know the answer to this question since you’re from a mining kingdom. What is a jewel like when it is first mined, before it is taken to the jeweler to shine it to its true glory?” She gave a very vitriolic answer, “It’s awful and full of dirt. but under the surface it is a beautiful gem. However all jewels are beautiful on the inside and out.” “You're wrong.” Peter handed her a rock. “That is our most precious gem.” Peter grabbed the rock back and took a hammer out of his back pocket. He then placed it on the ground and smashed it open to reveal a beautiful gem. Opal gasped. “I thought you would know more about the stone you were named after.” Peter showed her a beautiful necklace with a similar stone. “ I made this myself. I wanted to cheer you up and I was hoping maybe you could come back again?” The princess wiped her tears and put on the necklace. “I’m sorry for my impudence. Maybe next year I can see this place as a huge opal rock and I will make it my job to find every single beautiful thing here, except I think I already found it.” The prince stared at her, “ you have? What did-” but before he could finish his sentence she kissed him on the cheek, smiled, then ran off to get ready to leave. All the prince could do was stand there and smile and wait for her return.

This is MY version. This is the story of a rich kid named Opal. Her parents were worried she might and up spoiled and end up on "My sweet 16" on MTV. And, her father decided to send her to the ghetto. - Wake up jackass, the princess is coming over. - The nanny told Peter - Damn Mary, chill! - he answered. The skinny basketball player stood on his feet. - Damn Mom. Is that girl really staying for a full year!? - Shut up! - said the loving Mother - I want you the get in her panties and make a kid or two. If anything we'll get some pension money from them. That evening, Opal arrived to the neighbourhood in her bright white limousine, crashing down the bikes of the local kids and scaring some stray cats on the way. Opal, waited for the door to be open, put Peter didn't give a shit. Resigned, Opal ass to open the door herself, flabbergasted. - How rude negue! Don't you know your supposed to open the door for a girl? - Shut up gal! I don't care! - Gasp! Where were you raised!? - Man! Here of course! You stupid or what? And so time passed, and Opal had to live with Peter's family. They brought KFC for dinner everyday, but Opal got sick of it quick, even making up some chicken alergy. So they had to go to Burger King that night. She had the best bed, but she didn't like because it, because the dog would come during the night and lick her feet. She longed for servant to come and dress her as it was supposed to, but only the kids volunteered and it was only so they could occasionally grope her by "accident". On the last day, Opal went crying on the weed growing garden. For some strange reason, she always felt better there. His mom having forced him, Peter tried to go and comfort her. - Yo bae... huh... you know, you're quite sexy. - Of course I am! You’re pretty naive.” He smiled. “How dare you! I am not na-” The prince cut her off again, “You’re very superficial, of course you're pretty and smart but you can’t see true beauty. I bet you know the answer to this question since you’re from a mining kingdom. What is a jewel like when it is first mined, before it is taken to the jeweler to shine it to its true glory?” She gave a very vitriolic answer, “It’s awful and full of dirt. but under the surface it is a beautiful gem. However all jewels are beautiful on the inside and out.” And back of the house, the mom was like "WTF are they talking about !?! Those punks are smocking my weed!!!" Peter picked up a rock of the ground, and showed it to the girl. - Do you know what this is? - *GASP!!!* IS THAT AN OPAL INSIDE!?! - ... Wh-What!? NO! It's a rock, stupid! That's an opal! - He answered showing the photo on his iPhone. - Oh... Peter gasped and put his hands on his pockets. - Look, I know we're not rich like you in here, but the street life ain't that bad. I didn't have time to show you anything because my mom was always telling me what to do, but next time you come, we can go party. They have some pretty wild ones on the other side of town! Opal smiled gently, held Peter's cheek and said: "Fuck no, man!" And she jumped on her limo and got the hell out of there.