The Tale of a Future Princess

Remember how I threw in an image of a “Princess” in one of my earlier posts? Well, here’s a recap of her story, but the recap is long, so you might want to sit down.

The Princess’s name is Brooke. She is the heroine in a series I am writing; so that I give credit, where credit is due, I need to tell you that I named her after a young woman at my church because she inspired me as a young teenager.

Now that I’ve laid out all of my cards involving this story, let’s go back to the recap.

Brooke’s story starts out in a depressing, melancholy way. She has been on the run for three years; however, she is only sixteen.

Brooke’s parents abandoned her as an infant so she was forced into foster care from a young age, but her first set of foster parents beat her almost to death. (Note that this is only a story, and not the real Brooke who I know’s story. Don’t get confused, because that could give you the wrong impression of my friend, Brooke.)

A neighbor saved her from her cruel “parents,” but she still ended up in foster care again.

Then she was taken in by a magical family when compared to her previous foster care family, and there was nothing wrong with them; they were actually really nice to Brooke and treated her as one of the family.

Brooke became really close with her foster brothers, being that she was just about their age. . .

So, when her foster parents were arrested for “illegal activities,” which is a nice way of saying drugs, she was crushed. The kids were separated from one another and Brooke was left mentally scarred by the police officer who physically forced the young girl into the back of his car, keeping her from her brothers.

Now that you know all that, fast forward four years. Brooke is now wandering in the woods attempting to find her way to her “home,” which is a shelter on the BLM land near the city.

So, this is where the story goes in a different direction.

Brooke suddenly notices a group of men that appear to be drunk and are wearing weird knight-like clothes, but she dismisses them as LARPing gamers. She is careful however as she approaches them as the sun sets.

The men look strange to her so she finally decides to leave. So, she sneaks away to try to find her way back home. . .

But she’s jumped.

Let me know if you want to hear the rest of the story! I’ll make a second post about it if y’all like this post!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

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Before I Kick the Bucket

So, today I was able to FINALLY check off another box on my bucket list.

And, I bet you’re wondering why I’ve made a bucket list at the age of seventeen.

Well, I guess I’ve watched too many movies where the best friend desperately helps the main character complete their bucket list before they die of Cancer or old age or complications.

I don’t want to take any chances, and I want to have events to look forward to in life. 😊

Anyway, as of today, I have completed three items on my bucket list.

Publishing a novel.

Touching a waterfall.

And now, getting lost in a corn maze!

We went to this “pumpkin patch” event at the Smith Rock Ranch!

We had so much fun eating and getting lost and eating again and taking pictures and getting food and shopping for pumpkins and eating with friends.

We ate a LOT!!!

Anyway, I had an amazing day!

I was squished in the back of a truck, drank blue raspberry lemonade, hung out with new friends, and accomplished something I’ve always wanted to do!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

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All For One, And One For All!

Well, I did it again. . .

You might be wondering what I did since you don’t know me that well yet. After this post, you certainly will understand me WAY better than before.

SO, I just finished watching Disney’s, The Three Musketeers. That statement may sound innocent enough, but trust me it’s not.

You see, as I mentioned before, I take stories to heart. I become the character so that I can experience all the emotions the heroes have and enjoy the plot with a front row seat.

I will literally flinch when an actor is punched because I’m so immersed into the movie that I feel like I’m being punched! This happens like EVERY time I watch a movie! So, when I watched The Three Musketeers. . .

I think you know where I’m going with this. . .

I want to become a Musketeer and save King Louis!

Yep, I’m that kid.

I do this every time I watch The Chronicles of Narnia, The Princess Bride, and any movie that involves Kings and Knights.

You probably think I’m weird, because I even think I’m weird, but I promise that I AM A NORMAL KID!

I don’t know why I feel this way. Maybe it has something to do with being the middle child and being neglected. I mean, the more my parents left me alone, the more my imagination was allowed to run wild; I think you get the gist of it.

I think only my older sister really understands me. I feel comfortable around her; it’s almost as if I feel the need to explain myself to her when we are alone because nobody else can offer me some sympathy.

And, I don’t mean or want my family to feel sorry for me. I want them to understand me. Alyssa, my eighteen-year-old sister, has shown me compassion in allowing me to vent to her and has shown me that I can be “not normal” and not care about what others label me as.

Yes, you are beginning to feel sorry for the guy that gets stuck with me for life. . . I am starting to feel sorry for him too. 😊

Don’t get me wrong.

I love myself for who I am, and trust me when I say that no one will ever change my opinion of myself. You can ask all my fellow High Schoolers. I was the odd (wo)man out on just about every aspect of High School.

They learned to accept me for who I was, but it was only after I learned to accept myself for I am.

I hope and pray that y’all will do the same and believe in yourself instead of the self others try to create in you.

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

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My Makeup Fast

GUYS!!! Did y’all know that the song is “Sweet Caroline?!”

NOT SWEET CAROLINA!!!

I feel like I’ve been deceived my entire life! Ughhhh.

Anyway, on another note, I have decided to quit wearing makeup everyday and to only use some mascara when I go to church but no other exceptions.

You may be wondering why I’m doing this. . .

Well, there are two reasons. The first being that I’m using it as motivation to lose weight. So, when I lose a certain amount of weight, I can start wearing makeup again.

The second reason is because I’m sick and tired of people—girls especially—judging other girls by the way they look.

I wouldn’t call myself beautiful. I know I’m over weight. I have acne. I have problems and imperfections.

I want to love me for me, not because I LOOK beautiful.

Anyway, Mom when you see me with no makeup on, this is why. 😊

I’m not the one in my family that wears tons of makeup but I like to wear a decent amount to cover up my red cheeks and acne. . .

That just reminded me of something that I bought yesterday that has nothing to do with what I was just saying. 😊

So, I got these watercolor pens that are so precise and beautiful and as soon as I got them, I painted this bird. And, I think it looks decent.

I want to hang it in my room because it matches room decor, but my room is exploding with decorations, so it might just stay on top of my piano. (No I don’t play ANY instruments! My brother played the piano, but he moved out, and I inherited his room.)

Anyway, I thought I’d share my thoughts with you today!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

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My Inner Princess

Thank y’all for all your comments!!! They have been so encouraging, especially since I’m a relatively new blogger!

I’m sure y’all are wondering why my website is named, The Life of a Teenage Princess.

I mean, I’m obviously not a descendant of the Queen of England or anything like that. I call myself a Princess because I feel like one. If you notice, all of my novels—despite one series—are all about Princes and Princesses.

I fell in love with the idea of being a Princess when I was four. I had the Princess room, the dress, the shoes, the movies, and even the spirit!

About four years ago, just before I began to write my stories, I became a walking disaster. I was depressed, starving myself, slowly becoming a hermit, etc. I couldn’t find any light in my dark tunnel of a life. . . but then I was given a journal and a pen.

And I instantly fell in love.

I began journaling every day and coming up with wacky tales about Princesses.

It’s one of the reasons Rapunzel’s story is so dear to my heart. I felt trapped inside a tower for so long during six months of depression, but when I learned how to escape my mental dungeon, I became that gorgeous, long-lost Princess.

(If you see me in person one day, it’s also one of the reasons I keep my hair long 😊 )

Anyway, that’s why my blog is named such.

I may be the only one, but I’ve always dreamed about being a Princess, but not one of those strict, prudent Princesses. I want to be one of those daring, spirited Princesses who defy the status quo.

Something like this. . . Notice how this Princess carries a sword and has chain mail under her dress, but also has a dress that allows her to have room to move.
I’ll explain who she is in a later post.

It may be the dream of a girl, but it still defines who I am.

I’ve tried so hard to “grow up,” but no matter how hard I try, I can never shake the Princess inside me, and if I’m being honest, I hope I never will be able to. . .

We Princesses will rise one day and stand up for what’s right and pursue our dreams!

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

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How Foreshadowing Killed Me

Well, yesterday I bought a new Betta in case you were wondering. . .

You probably weren’t, but here is a picture of him anyway!

Meet EMBER!

The picture doesn’t do him justice. . . He’s BEAUTIFUL!

Anyway, is it cool if I don’t make my blog sound all professional? I know that is exactly what a “writer’s blog” is supposed to be, but I’m not a normal writer so I’m just going to put that out there.

Phwww.

I’m glad I got that off my chest.

Okay, back to my blog for the day.

So, I’ve been thinking about the fact that I’m seventeen and have no clue what I’m going to do with my life. I mean, in my novels and stories, the heroine always knows what to do with her life, and if she doesn’t, she will by the end of the book.

Here’s my problem. . .

If I use that terminology or theology or whatever it’s called, that means I will know my destiny at the end of my book—which if you know what foreshadowing is that means the end of my LIFE!

SO, I’ll be dead before I even get to know what to do with my life!

Our conversation would go like this:

“Hi! My name is Destiny!”

“Aw, cool! My name is Grace. . . Why do you look so sad?”

“Because you’ll never get to meet me in person.”

“But, I just met you right now.”

“No, I mean when you’re alive.”

“I AM alive.”

*slight discomfort displayed on face

“Wait. . . I’m DEAD!”

*half coughs to try and move the situation forward

“So, my entire life was waisted on everything but my true purpose?”

“Yep, now you’ll never get to know who I truly am. . .”

Guys, this is a problem. . .

And THIS is why there are so many confused teenagers in the world! So, don’t blame us for not having everything figured out by the time we graduate High School, because we were misled by our reading material!

I don’t know if any of you are “writers,” but I can’t tell you how easy and natural I feel when I write my novels. I will literally take on the personality of my character and experience the pain I force my character to persevere through. I know it sounds weird, but that’s honestly how my stories are so life-like, so relatable.

My little sister is my part-time editor, although she has been slacking lately, and she loves to read my novels because she feels like she actually gets to experience the characters’ emotions.

Anyway, I’m saying all this to tell you that I’m lonely and want to be in a relationship but also don’t want to “choose” the wrong guy and get hurt.

GUYS!!! My only priority in life is my two Betta fish and my cat! That’s how desperate I am!!!

Needless to say, I’m your average seventeen-year-old trying to survive hormonal swings.

Stay tuned for my next post. . .

Love,

Grace 💜

Check out My Novels page to help support me and my career as a writer!

The Worst Day Ever! RIP

That phrase is so over used in our society today, but I’m going to use it anyway to describe the day I had today. . .

First off, I should explain a few key things about myself. I love the ocean! I love fish! I love the water! I love the whole concept of going to the beach and squishing the sand in between my toes! I love the idea of tasting salt water after a wave splashes into my face!

That being said, I recently bought some betta fish because they’re as close as I’m going to get to live out my dream of going to the coast.

Bettas are so beautiful and colorful and gorgeous! I love having them around my room!

Anyway, I have—or had—two bettas. Kade and Peter Dylan.

Needless to say, they are my pride and joy! I love them with my whole heart even though they are “just fish.”

Today Peter died.

Today was the worst day ever!

I knew it was coming because he kept acting up but I couldn’t figure out what was the matter. I even constantly searched for reasons why he would act depressed or lay down at the bottom of his tank. I made sure the water was perfect. . . But nothing worked and today he died.

I know that it sounds childish or whatever you want to call it, but teenagers should be allowed to connect to pets and fish just as toddlers are permitted to.

Age shouldn’t matter.

I know, right. This is such a strange first post ever! You are probably right, but I had to get it off my chest because my siblings and parents don’t necessarily care about how I feel now that I lost my pet Betta, because they have more important things to worry about in life, like Cancer. . .

But, my parents did watch Finding Dory with me to help cheer me up!

Stay tuned for my next post. . . and I might actually try to write something more uplifting so that you can get to know the real me.

Love,

Grace 💜

Check out My Novels page to help support me and my career as a writer!

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