Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Katie. Katie grew up as any princess would. She had a mom, a dad, and a cat named Tiny. Tiny was not exactly tiny, but that is another story.

Katie dreamed of growing up and marrying Prince Charming like all the storybooks said she was supposed to do. Katie was a beautiful young woman both inside and out. She had medium length brown hair that flowed nicely over her shoulders, and amazingly big brown eyes.

Katie spent her time reading, volunteering in the community, painting, and sculpting. She was creative and very intelligent.

Katie lived in a huge castle that she helped design when she was only twelve. Twenty bedrooms was a lot for only three people, but when your dad is a king then what do you expect. Katie dreamed of one day leaving home and traveling the world…


Okay so this is not your average love story, but hey it's my life. My name is Katie and although I am not a princess per say I have always dreamed one day being one. Okay so I set my goals high, maybe a little too high.

I guess every little girl dreams of one-day being a princess and marrying that one perfect prince. I guess those were silly dreams I should have let go by now, but why should I. I mean I do still believe in miracles.

I was just an average seventeen-year-old girl when he walked into my life. Okay so he was not exactly prince charming, but still I fell for him. I fell for him immediately and that is where our story begins.

3 years before

"Kit Kat it's time to go," my mother called to me. She had called me Kit Kat ever since I could remember, but why I am not sure why. I guess it was because of the rhyming pattern between my name and Kit Kat the candy bar.

I descended the stairs quickly and waited for my mom to enter into the living room. "I have a new student coming over this afternoon. We have to hurry at the market." My mother had always used the word market, which I never did understand. We were in America for goodness sakes. We use the word grocery store in America, right.

My mother was a tutor for troubled teenagers. She often called them disadvantaged, or slightly off track. My mother was excellent at her job even though she was very unconventional in her teaching methods, just as she was any other time in life.

We returned from the market that afternoon and I headed straight for my bedroom. I was always in my bedroom. It was my sanctuary in time of chaos. I would watch TV or listen to music while she tutored. I was usually not interested in being around any of her "troubled students."

After about an hour of being stuck in my room, I decided to go down stairs and get a glass of water. I would always sneak past the den where my mother was tutoring and then run back up stairs quickly.

I was making my way back when I heard my mother calling my name. I wanted to pretend I did not hear her, but quickly let that idea go. "Yeah mom I asked," not even turning around. I hoped that she would just ask a quick question and then I could go.

"Dear would you come here please? I have a question to ask you." I turned and made my way into the den where she and her student were sitting at a table. It was then that I saw him. My prince charming was there in front of me.

I felt my heart leaping out of my chest as he turned and smiled at me. No, he was not anything like the guys I liked or dated. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses were placed on top of his head. I felt myself slipping to the ground as I stared into his eyes.

I picked my jaw up off the floor as I walked over to my mother. I stared down at the papers in front of me.

"Dear this is Brandon and he is new at your school. I was wondering if you could maybe help him out. You know show him around the school and stuff like that."

I wanted to jump for joy, but refrained from doing so. I was going to be a personal escort for this major hottie. "Yeah mom I can do that I guess," I mumbled my breath seeming to have left me for a moment.

After another few minutes of talking about nonsense and it was time for him to leave. I walked with him to the door. I stepped through the door myself, closed the door behind me, and watched him carefully for several moments.

"Sorry about my mom. I know she is crazy, but after awhile you get used to her." I smiled at him, but he only stared at me, as if I was the crazy one. "I don't really have to help you if you don't want me too."

"Look I don't need any help from anyone. Just how old are you anyway?"

"Seventeen," I mumbled looking at my feet.

"Well it was nice meeting you kid."

"I am not a kid, besides how old are you?"

"Nineteen! Look I have to go meet up with some friends. Bye!"

Okay so I am bringing this back, because I wanted to finally finish it. Please review and I will do the same for you. I have went through every chapter and looked for all the mistakes, so hopefully 95 percentof them are gone. Thanks!