Still Not Ready To Be a Princess (Sofia The First Story)
This drawing kind of sucks, but I have a story written of sofia.
Everything seems crazy big
And I’m feeling unsteady
Mom says I’ll be just fine But I don’t think I’m ready
New school, New friends, New family And a ball where they want me to dance
I’m just a little girl from a small, small town, in this world I don’t stand a chance
Was I wrong though? Sofia thought to herself.
She walked down the long dark halls of Enchancia Castle. All she needed was sleep, to rid her mind of all the events taking place around her graduation from Royal Prep.
It's only 8pm… maybe it’s too early for sleep? She questioned herself.
It was summer time. She could sleep whenever she felt the need to… unless her protector and secret library duties called. She opened the room door to find her animal friends on the empty floor. She smiled briefly at seeing familiar faces.
“Hi Clover, hi Mia, hi Robin” She waved at the 3 animals.
“Hey Sof” Clover smiled as his bunny ears flopped.
Sofia moved over to her closet, picking out the light blue night gown she typically wore. She changed out of her everyday purple and pink gown to her nightgown.
When she walked out, she felt the heaviness of her legs, and the weight in her chest. She felt a bit weary lately, like the works she’s been doing is finally taking a toll on her.
Mentally, and physically.
She sat down on the comforter of her bed to not put pressure on the physical irritation she felt. Sofia fell on her side against the plush mattress. She wondered why her body felt this way. Why her brain felt this way.
Before she knew it, tears streamed down her face. Her vision was blurry. She didn’t bother to wipe them. She let the distress, agony, and anguish deprive from her eyes.
“Hey…. Sofia…. Are you ok?” Clover had jumped on her bed. She wasn’t even paying attention to her surroundings.
I’m not ready to princess
One look and that seems clear
Cancel my debut, keep your royal crew
And if I ever find moms room, I’m outta here
“huh?” Sofia muttered from her mouth, the tears from her eyes kept spilling on her rosy cheeks.
“You ok?” He asked again, shifting over to her.
“Maybe… I’m not sure…” Clover tried wiping the tears away with the back of his paws.
Sofia reflected over the past 3 years of her life in the castle. The only thing she knew was the heavy work load and the amount of stress that came with it. She endured so much…
She sometimes forgets how traumatized she is.
Sofia, not a noble name
Sofia, even my wave is lame
I’m not ready to be a princess
Even though she’s managed to adjust to the castle life, she sometimes still wishes she wasn’t a princess.
She still feels like she’s not ready.
