His Lost Princess

Prologue

"Josh, promise you'll never leave me" I said in a quiet voice. He looks at me with a straight face and held his pinkie up.

"I promise." I wrapped my pinkie around his and we shared another smile.

I jolted myself awake from the memory that wouldn't leave my damn dreams. I hated him for what he did. He left with a band, money, fame and girls. Me? I was left with a broken heart, trust issues and a low self-esteem.

Once he left I struggled to get myself back together but I knew, I knew I needed to be strong not for myself but for my mother and my younger sister, who had been diagnosed with cancer at age five. A few weeks ago my mum came up with the idea to move. "A clean break" she said. That leads me to where I am now, America. Yes instead of a new start in a different town she moved us across the pond. I suppose it was a coincidence my dad had been offered a job there or maybe mine and Josh's break up was the coincidence and they'd had the idea to move for a while. Most people would be mad but I was happy. I knew America was one of the places Lily, my little sister wanted to go and seeing the shine of happiness in her eyes when my parents broke the news washed away all my anger.

So here I am in San Francisco, dreading to start my new school tomorrow morning. You see I don't have a problem with school and I work hard to keep my grades up it's the students I have a problem with. Don't get me wrong not everyone is a dick but the majority are. I mean I can just picture how tomorrows going to go. The women at the front desk will be overly nice and super enthusiastic, everyone will whisper among their friends about the new girl, the welcoming committee will pounce on me and the teachers will force me to introduce myself to the class. I don't understand why the last part isn't optional seriously as an independent young woman I should be able to decide if I introduce myself to a bunch of arrogant, egotistical people or not. I'm there to learn, not to mingle and make "friends for life." Its crock of shit anyway, by the time you leave high school and go your separate ways you're not going to have the time to keep in touch and then eventually you forget about each other, therefore I make it my goal to focus on my grades so that I can get into a good college and find myself a good job with a good pay. In my opinion friends hold you back. Just like I held Josh back until he made the decision to drop me on my arse.

Okay, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Arabella Frazier. No, not Ari or Bella and no, I am not named after the Arctic Monkeys song, my parents are just not cool enough for that shit. I have bright green eyes that match my little sisters; we inherited them off of our dad. My hair falls to my waist and is currently an ombre of colours that represented fire. It's probably my favorite hair colour so far. My skin is pale but clear and in good condition due to my trusty 30 minute night time routine. My body well I'm chunky but I have a flat stomach. Most people would probably class me as "fat" but I say I'm fat in just the right places, if you get what I mean *insert winky face here*. I'm around 5'3 yes, yes I know I'm small enough to fit into a Head Bitches Prada bag that's no doubt faker than her bleach blonde hair. Anyway I'd say that's enough for now, so long *insert a sloppy salute*.

A/N~ Hey you little bundles of joy. This is a new story I'm not sure about it so feel free to yell me what you think. Vote and Comment please and thankyou. Also there will probably be cuss words and shit throughout this story but I hope y'all stick around. And if there are any questions or anything feel free to message me.

Stay Beautiful <3