Aislinn: (deep breath) So, I woke up this morning, the first day of the eleventh grade, and I hopped in the shower. Not unusual, right? Right. So I shower, and I wrap myself up in my biggest, cuddliest towel. Again, nothing too unusual. When I get back to my room, I throw on clean pyjamas and start to blow my hair dry. That's when it hits me – but not literally, just, you know, it hit me. (shakes head) I had purple streaks in my hair! Now, I know what you're thinking: 'it's 2012, that's not so unusual,' but let me tell you, it was unusual for me. I've never dyed my hair in my life, and I'm not about to start the night before grade eleven, especially since I was asleep when it happened! So I keep blowing my hair dry, and the purple is getting more and more prominent. Yikes. My mom's gonna flip! And then, I see that not only has my hair changed, but my nails are deep purple, too, and my eyes. Okay, definitely not normal. I lean closer to the mirror, kinda freaking out a bit, when someone behind me catches my eye. Have you ever seen an elf? Like, a tall, gorgeous, Lord of the Rings type elf? No, I'm not losing my train of thought. This is important to my story, I promise. So, in LotR, the elves are all woodsy and into nature. But in reality – yeah, I said reality – they're high-fashion, edgy, and really, really cool. Which explains my purple hair. What it didn't explain was how this girl got into my bathroom, and why she was grinning at me from ear to pointy ear. Well, long story short: I'm a long lost princess and she's been waiting for my "powers" to come in, but never told me in case she was wrong about me. She – meaning Mia, who's apparently an important advisor to the Queen, who is apparently my mom – keeps telling me not to call them that, but whatever. I can turn invisible, and I can change my hair, eyes, and nails whenever I want. It's totally "powers". Oh! And one more thing I can do: (she turns around, displaying beautiful gauzy wings.) Like them?

Character: Aislinn is a seventeen-year-old girl who loves to sing and dance, and who reads all the time. She's generally very conservative and modest, but has a wicked sense of humour. She's never really believed in magic or fairies, and was one of the only girls in her kindergarten class who didn't want to be a princess when she grew up.

I don't remember what gave me the idea for this monologue, but I kinda like it. Let me know what you think!