The Diary Of The Big Princess

The Big Princess: What just happened?

Hi! I'm Doodle, and you might be thinking "Is she really a princess?"

Yes. I really am.

Let's start this shall we?

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I grew up in a small town called Port.
Lived there all my life. Till I moved my 11th grade year. It was the worst experience ever.

Let's just say I came back to finish my school in Port.

Now growing up wasnt always the greatest, but it wasnt that bad. Not as bad as others.

I grew up with a dad who was always taking my moms money, buying drugs. The worst part is coming home to find out your 13 year old brother was left stranded while your dad is out, coked up, and in the middle of a field yelling about how none of us are his.

I have 3 brothers, I'm the only girl. Yay me. And yet that sorry sack of s**t was my father. Not theirs.

I turned 16 and my mom and dad divorced. That's when I found out that I'm his only child from my mom. My dad does not think I'm his, even though me and his sister are practically twins. Now for my brothers.

My oldest brother hes now 21 (Mack), my second oldest brother is 20(Bubba), and my youngest brother is 18 now (Elmer). And that's where you're thinking how old am I?

I am 19, almost 20.

Now my family has Nicknames. And for me, mine is Doodlebug. I decided Doodle would suffice. My brothers nicknames are Mack, Bubba or Fred, and Elmer. My grandma is the only one who calls my second oldest brother Fred though.

When I said growing up wasnt that great I meant it. I grew up feeling like my family hated me. It was true. They really did hate me. Especially my grandma.

My grandma despised my dad. Hated him to the point where I couldnt go near her because I looked just like him. It got worse, she would glare at me when I'd walk into any place she was. My mom used to tell me my grandma would look at me and say, "I love you because I have too. But I really do not like you." I didnt let it get to me that much though. It just really sucked have that hurt me as much as it did.

Now my aunt and uncle are a different story. My uncle would make me fight with my cousin. We would go into school with black eyes and busted up lips, it was really humiliating. We are now a lot closer than before though.

As I got older things started to settle down. But then I turned 13. My great grandpa and my best friend died. They were what kept me sane.
The worst part was ending up with depression. I also ended up in and out of the hospital throughout my 7th and 8th grade year.

Long story short, I had a pinched nerve that made my arm have spasms. It really sucked.

Now I was doing good, my grandma finally warmed up to me and my family started to include me more.
I graduated with honors and then moved to live with my brother...
That's when it started getting bad again.

I started working at McDonalds. I walked 37 minutes there and 37 minutes back. I got sick again, and one Monday at 9:00 am, I had my first seizure. But the doctors ruled it as a "migraine".

Mack tried to get them to do head scans, CTCS, heart monitors. But they said it's nothing to worry about.

My mom brought me back home and then my uncle and aunt asked me to babysit for them.

I am now their live in nanny. Living in New york. Never thought a country girl would do that. Especially me.

It's good up here I love it. They treat me like I'm a Princess. But what they dont know is I'm really a Princess.

Turns out, my dad, who's family came here from Sweden, has a long line of royals. I am the last line of royalty till I have kids. Most of the royals died from a disease that the bloodline had. And for them I was a dream come true.

Their last heir to the throne.

And It Was Me.

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I know it's not that much but my next one is definitely going to be longer this is just my prologue.