The Life of Princessa

� Everyone knows Princessa from IRC Camps. She was the sweet, flirty, yet sassy girl of the bunch. Her talents were good enough to land her 6th place in her first camp. Now that she's not competing anywhere at the moment, she's living her everyday life. Except, she's a lot more famous than she was befor

Chapter 1: On The Boat of Losers
� Well, I had just been eliminated. I'd made it so far, but I obviously wasn't good enough. I thought back to my final words on the show. I closed my eyes. "Why did I tell him that?" I sighed aloud.

� When Nalyd had told me that he was sorry, I'd forgiven him. But I lied to him, everyone on the show, the world, but worst of all... myself. I felt so guilty for what I had done. Wishing desperately that I could rewind time and take it all back. But what had been done, was done. There was no going back, and I knew I had to live my life knowing that. The reason for the way I acted was this: I had a reputation. I thought that if I took him back, everyone would think that I was weak. It was stupid of me to do that. I didn't want to say those things to him, I did it so I would look like a strong, independent role model. Instead, it just made my heart even more broken. The chance to be happy again was right there in front of me, but I threw it away, just so that the world's view of me would be one of admiration. I just wish that I would've thought about my happiness, and his happiness over what the public thinks of me. It shouldn't have mattered. I should've just done what I felt was right. I was shallow, and pathetic. Though I did turn out to be a role model, I wasn't the kind I expected to be. Instead of being an example for girls to follow, I just showed them what not to do. I looked at my former competitors from a distance. The boat could still be seen. I stood up, and shouted out "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

� But... I knew that no one could hear me, and if anyone did, they probably didn't care, or believe me. I gazed at the glowing fire, slowly it faded to a speck of glowing gold. Soon enough, the only light was that from the boat, and the stars above. I sat down on a crate, and I looked at the tiny twinkling lights. In that moment, I realized something; I'd let the reality show fame get to my head. If I could redeem myself somehow, then maybe my life could be at least... half happy. I yawned. I went through my luggage and pulled out a pillow and a blanket. I made a bed-like thing out of life preservers and took a nap. Before I knew it, I was back on regular land. The ship driver woke me up, and I got off the boat. I took a taxi to the airport, and took a plane home to Malibu. I was ready to make a new name for myself.