The Princess and The Emo (Editing)

Chapter 1

I woke up extra early on the day I was going to meet my husband. First, made the maids clean the house. As they did so, I fell back asleep. When I woke up again, I made the maids clean my room and make me breakfast. I had a cheese omelet, bacon, eggs, sausage, and orange juice. Like normal, I only ate one bite of food and half a sip of juice before I went back upstairs.

The maids weren’t finished cleaning my room so I yelled at them. Why shouldn't I? My room wasn't even dirty! I just wanted them to make up my bed, clean my carpet, change my wallpaper and rearrange my walk in closet! Plus, I was eating for 40 minutes! 40! Those stupid maids should clean faster! After yelling at the maids, I took a nice long shower and put on my favorite dress. It's a hot pink color with real diamonds all over it. The dress shows off all my curves and makes my boobs look slightly bigger. I put on mascara, foundation, eyeliner and slight blush. I began to curl my hair when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"What!?" I snapped.

"He's here Miss." One of the butlers announced.

"Nnnoooo! I'm not done with my hair yet! I exclaimed.

"I can tell him to wait-"

"No no! I'll just leave my hair the way it is! Slightly curly and dull!" I snapped.

"It's not my fault-"

"Oh shut up!" I snapped. I opened the bathroom door and made my way down stairs, smiling. I was so excited to see him again! Once my eyes met familiar blue ones, my smile dropped. My prince charming was just some emo guy! He had emo hair, blue eyes, and a superman hood and looked completely gay in skinny jeans. "Your suppose to look like an Abercrombie and Fitch Model! Not an emo fag!"

"Look you spoiled little bitch," He snapped causing me to flinch. "The definition of emo is a type of guitar-based music developed from emocore but having a softer, pop, or mainstream noting or pertaining to this type of rock music shortening of emocore. Emo is also a type of music combining traditional hard rock with personal and emotional lyrics. Now in days most people think that emo is, a person who is overly sensitive and full of angst or adopts a certain style characterized by dyed black hair, tight t-shirts and jeans, etc. or pertaining to a fan of emo or the lifestyle, dress, etc., typical of a person: emo teens; emo fashion. The same thing happened with the word gay. It means happy. Now it means that someone likes the other sex. Plus fag stands for fucking amazing guy in my book and for the record, my hair isn't dyed. It's naturally black and my eyes are naturally blue. So deal with it. Another thing, since we're getting married you need to respect me and I will do the same to you. If you’re calling me an 'emo fag' then I will call you a spoiled little bitch because that is what you are. Once we get a divorce, then you can stay out of my life, and I will stay out of yours. Got it? Now where's the bathroom? I need to take a piss and I doubt you want to have a yellow stain in this white carpet."

"Second door to the left," I mumbled.

"Thank you," He said, walking toward the bathroom. He shouldn't be speaking to me like that! I'm daddy's princess! He should be... beheaded! I felt tears threaten to come out and raced to my rooms. I told the extremely slow maids to leave and started to cry on my bed.