@HRHPrincessAnna: Interview with @CNNChirnova and @LouisPotter this morning!
Okay, so maybe I’m not jumping with joy for this interview (but it sure is easy to fake it when you’re tweeting or texting). It’s been a full week since my little realization in the back of the car. After a good crying session with mom I’m okay. Finally, I’m realizing I have to get my shit together. Literally.
The weight that now rests upon my shoulders is ridiculous. However, this reporter dude is helping ease the tension. He’s sitting in my living room, eating one of mom’s Chirnovian dumplings (stuffed with Bison meat and veggies) and making small talk about the weather. He’s joking with my brothers and laughing like a normal person. It’s a nice change from all the stiff women reporters (like the local news lady) that I’ve had to be interviewed by. They just make me feel more awkward and make me say stupid things.
“Are we all ready?” He asks as the ‘American version’ of Valencia finishes up my makeup.
When I nod everyone gets into position. It’s something I’ve gotten used to, but still impresses me. I say jump, they ask how high.
“Alright, so we’ll just start and go straight through. Anything that you want edited out we have been ordered to take out,” Louis says, taking a seat on the sofa.
“Okay,” I shake off the jitters and smile.
“And three… two… one!”
He introduces himself and me before starting off with the question, “First of all, this must be very overwhelming for an eighteen year old, right? I mean, I know you’ve been asked this a million times but really I have to ask how you’re dealing with all this.”
I take a deep breath and think about his question, just how Kassy told me to. Then, I answer like a true eighteen year old.
“Well, taking naps seems to work,” I chuckle lightly, remembering Winnie saying don’t laugh like you’re a pig leaving the slaughterhouse alive; laugh like a lady.
He laughs along with me as I continue, “No but really, it is very hard to deal with and there’s really no special way to handle all of it… I guess it’s a combination of having a good support group—you know, friends and family—and also being able to do normal things, like going to the movies like a normal person and hanging out at hockey games…”
“And retail therapy? I see you spend time with friends at the local mall, seeing the pictures in People magazine,” he mentions the pictures (that I knew would leak within days of being taken by those people in the mall).
I try to shrug it off, but it does kind of annoy me. I’m not very good at hiding emotions, but I try my best.
“Yeah, I have a group of five really close friends that have helped ease some of the stress,” I laugh to myself just thinking of the goofy antics they’ve done over the past two weeks in an attempt to make me feel better; more like me.
He goes on asking questions about school, until we skip to the next segment. We give him a tour of the house—all five of us.
“So, as you can see we have a completely normal kitchen,” I explain. Everything really is simply and normal. Typical American kitchen.
“I notice you don’t have any cooks,” he jokes.
Mom takes the opportunity to say, “Oh no, there is.” She raises her hand and points to herself.
I protest, “Hey! I try!”
“And fail,” the twins say in unison.
I swing my arm back and jokingly jab Alec in the side. He laughs and says, “Okay, she’s not that bad.”
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Suddenly Princess
Teen FictionAnnaMaria Romanoff grows up with an adoptive family, thinking that her biological parents were working class citizens of the country of Chirnova, who died tragically in a car crash when she was just a year old. It's her senior year in high school no...
