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January 29th, 2007
Chapter 9:
She slung her backpack over her shoulders. It was the first day of SCHOOL! The first time in her life! Hurriedly she pulled her long hair into a high ponytail and stuck one multicoloured clip into it, and let go. Surprisingly, it stayed up.
Though she wasn’t fourteen yet, eight grade was starting. According to Jo, she was supposed to turn fourteen after the next three months - but the real Annabel’s birthday was one month later, on 15th of August.
‘It’s really confusing really… how could my birthday change?’, had mused Julie.
Actually, Julie didn’t understand anything at all. After a while she started thinking that she had really lost her mind after the crash and that she was really Julie Peterson. But flashes of her past memories came back to her mind in the past few days – and they seemed so … real. She could not but help feel that perhaps she had been magically transformed from a princess into a normal school-girl.
She remembered her lovely baths and the large breakfasts that she never used to finish and had in bed. She remembered the enormous rooms of the palace… there were probably more than twenty. She remembered how she used to eat dinner in the dining room – and then move to the TV room, because she felt lonely, for her parents rarely were there.
And then she remembered her parents… so much more prideful and charming than little widowed Mrs. Peterson.
But so much more distant than the loving and caring mother the Peterson kids had. Sometimes, Annabel was happy to be known and cared for, but she missed seeing her royal parents, too – even though it was only rarely she saw them.
Flicking her eyes around the room, she noticed that she left the beds untidy – it was a rule in the family that they had to make their own beds. She was never used to doing this before, and she always did it messily – not knowing how.
She quickly made it up and ran downstairs, seeing Josie and Jon sitting at the table, eating their breakfast.
She sat down next to her brother (supposing Jon really was her brother) and stared at the bowl in front of her.
The most yuckiest curdle of food lay in a half-circle bowl, full to the brim, in front of her.
She made a face.
Cereal.
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