Barbie As The Princess And The Pauper の小説・ストーリー

" Paige pulled up in front of Barbie's house and knocked on the door, but there was no reply. She held the handle of the door and realized it was unlocked; she opened the door and saw Barbie sprawled on the ground. She cried out, "Barbie, what happened to you?" She rushed to her and turned her upside down. Seeing that Barbie was all dressed and even wore makeup, Paige asked her, "Are you okay?" Barbie sat upright and held her head, "I don't know what happened; I was walking out of the house and I became dizzy. I didn't know when I fell." "It's okay, it's okay," Paige said and helped her to the chair. "How are you feeling now? I should umm... Get you a warm glass of milk."

And she is coming down the stairs. I can't help but stand here, completely stunned, as I gaze at Aayu. She comes in front of me and I am speechless. She's standing before me, radiating an ethereal beauty that leaves me breathless. Her fluffy ponytail, slightly askew with a hint of a finch, adds a playful touch to her Disney princess look. The cyan Barbie gown she's wearing is a crop top, revealing her fair complexion and giving a glimpse of her slightly visible collarbone. Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine.

Wearing nice clothes, having money, having many friends, and not having any problems except studying. They had everything, they were free... Claire's hand opened the worn cloth bag she had been using for three years and took out a thin notebook. The notebook still contained some notes from her high school days. She believed that there was no woman in the world who had never dreamed of being a princess. She did too. Claire glanced at the clothes whose colors had long faded and smiled sadly. A princess who only had two pairs of decent clothes that had already faded. And never-ending problems...

Arianna asked. “Where would you like us to go?” “Disneyland!” she replied excitedly before she continued. “We would both wear costumes. I will be Princess Rapunzel, and you will be Princess Belle, and you, Bambi, will be Prince Adam, the Beast.” How ironic. Princess Belle was Prince Adam’s prisoner, wasn’t she? Except that she was Adam’s prisoner by choice to take the place of her father. “Perfect,” I smiled at her. In her innocence, she considered a honeymoon as just a day out.

She said with a dreamy look. She had nothing of a princess... She hardly spoke of fancy dresses or crowns, she simply spoke of her manners... She hardly acted like a savage but she didn't have refined manners like the woman in front of her either... Mirabelle... Is this what she would have looked like if she had been a princess? She would think she was beautiful... - I am Princess Mira-belle... She says with a theatrical air. - Keep your voice down! And don't ever do that again... It's not like me...

She managed to drag herself into a sitting position, and she looked at Amy, who was already dressed in low-rise, washed jeans and a plain shirt. Her roommate is a morning person, but the same couldn’t be said for Mary. "Yea. With that hair and that body—a perfect hourglass at that—you can pass off as Barbie. You just need pink, and you are good to go. Wait, you know who Barbie is, right?" Amy was ready to throw hands and march to the convent if they dared deny Mary such a childhood. Mary couldn’t help it; she burst into laughter. "Yes, of course, I know who Barbie is." Although she hadn’t exactly watched Barbie when she was younger. Some of the charity organizations that visited would often

Even Paula had to stare in confusion. Ever since she knew Barbie, she had never seen her like this. Barbie was a jovial person who didn't like to show her other emotions. She laughed a lot, but the truth is, people who laugh a lot are often hiding their pain and going through a lot. If Paula hadn't seen her breakdown that night, she wouldn't have believed it if someone had told her they saw her break down. From the looks of it, the person with Barbie seemed to be a close acquaintance. From what Paula knew, only a few people knew Barbie's real name, which was Barbara.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

I could hear Cliff’s monotone voice droning on about the children here, recommending the best of the “lot.” The man mumbled something in return. His voice was deeper than Cliff’s, the sound rumbling through the thin walls of the entry way. The word princess slipped through the open door. The two syllables collided like a shock to my body. I coughed out a laugh. Right, I thought, This was the kind of place where princesses were found. Here where men like Cliff enjoyed stomping on the girls they raised, striving to make their bones brittle and their voices small. Here where girls were spit out to the first greedy hands that wanted them, just to be pressed into the ground even more.

Shit I almost forgot she took French classes. "It would be my honour princess..... " I look around for help and Alex mouths me the words I am looking for. "Barbie." I purse my lips into a smile, taking a sit on the ground next to her tiny table. I bit back a threatening giggle at Grayson's face. Make up. shit.... Princess barbie really did a good one on him. He gives me a 'shut it, and forget you saw this' look, only makifng it worse.