Princess BMX

The day everything changed started out like every other day. I was in trouble again. I shut my eyes, but it was no use. When I opened them Dad was still there in the Grand Hall with his nose curled up like he’d just stood in something nasty. I call this his troll-poop face. He pulls it a lot. Today, as well as pulling the troll-poop face, he was doing the finger wag. The finger wag means I’m in real trouble. I sighed and climbed out of the potato sack I’d been sliding down the stairs in. My silver shoes clacking on the mosaic floor, I traipsed across the Grand Hall to where Dad was standing in his fur-trimmed cape next to a polished suit of armour. Clack. Clack. Clack. My footsteps sounded out my doom. I was so in for it now. Dad looked at my crumpled gown and shook his head.