The Princess and The Blog E-Book

Rising Dawn

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Offline, he's shy teenager Damien Andrews. But online, he's the worldwide famous blogger known as AceOfSpades! He can solve any problem and has the solution to any question. His plan to get his dream girl to fall in love with him is slowly coming together. But will a strict principle and a jealous ex-boyfriend stop him from achieving his goal?

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Rising Dawn, Rayden Haslyn

The Princess and The Blog

To my friends, my family, and all my fans. And for those who refuse to stop believing in in love at first site. or at first byte. Depends on the output - R.H. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter One

Chapter One

May 2nd, 2014. Blog number: 148

“What is up people! It’s me, AceOfSpades here, coming at you live from the east coast! How is everyone! It’s early this Friday morning, but I have my energy pumping! This is day 148 in my own little bloggerverse, and I would like to take the time to thank all of you guys out there who take the time out of their day just to come and see what I have to say. Oh man, I have to go to school, but I will see you in the afternoon! This is AceOfSpades! Peace!”

I close the lid of my laptop and stuffed it into my bookbag. I could hear my mom calling me from downstairs.

“Damien! The bus will be here in five minutes!”

“Coming mom!” I pulled on my jeans and headed down the stairs. I was welcomed by a plate with two pancakes, some eggs, and a slice of toast. I sat down and started eating as mom came over and ruffled up my black hair. I smiled as I finished, putting my plate in the sink. I grabbed my bag and already had one foot out the door. Mom was able to sneak in one quick kiss on the cheek.

“Have a good day!” She said to me sweetly.

I nodded as I headed out, locking the door behind me.

The soothing rays of the sunrise made me smile as the bus pulled in front. It screeched to an ear damaging stop. The glass doors opened in front of me.

“Mornin’ Johnson.” The bus driver said to me in his usually gravelly voice.

“Morning Mr. Gus.” I replied as I climbed up the steps onto the vehicle. Mr. Gus closed the door behind me and started the bus once more. I stumbled a bit, but regained my balance.

Her shimmering blonde hair caught my eye. I stole a glance just so that I could admire the unique beauty of Isabella Richardson. Her emerald green eyes seemed to glisten when the rays of the sun touched them. I couldn’t help but love her, a basic high school crush of course. I’ve been told several times that no one ever ends up with the one they crush on, but I have hope.

I sat down in the seat across from her, scooting over to sit next to the window. She seemed a bit down for some reason. Part of me wanted to talk to her, but I didn’t know what to say.

“Good morning.” I uttered softly to her. (I had nothing else to say!) She turned her head to look over at me, waving once, then continued to look outside the window. I sighed. At least I got one word out. I usually can’t. It’s embarrassing at times, but I learned to deal with it. Of course, when it comes to the internet, my voice is the only thing I can ever here. AceOfSpades is the most talked about person at East Coast High, seeing that he’s popular with them. Everyone’s a fan. Everyone one but Isabelle. She doesn’t trust him for some reason.

Most people don’t know this. Actually, nobody but me knows this. I’m actually AceOfSpades. I started the blog three months ago because I needed a way to vent out my emotions. Next thing I know, I’m famous. I keep it to myself of course. I don’t think that I could handle the amount of attention I would suddenly get if someone were to find out it was me. My head sometimes hurts when I think about the outcomes of what would happen if my secret was exposed. Most people would be disappointed. I hear the conversations around my school. They imagine AceOfSpades to be this completely awesome, handsome man who is rich and can get any girl he wants. I’m just Damien Andrews, a shy sophomore who can’t even make one friend, except for a middle age bus driver! I know, I’m lame. And I’m not trying to make my life better.

The bus slowed to a stop as we pulled up at the front of East Coast High. The bus door hissed open like a snake, letting in the warm spring air. I stood up, but was pushed back by a senior that pushed past me. Him and his senior friends laughed as they stepped off the bus. I stood back up, brushing myself off. I waved goodbye to Mr. Gus, who replied with a simple smile and a nod. He pulled away, leaving me at what I liked to call “prison”.

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

East Coast High is similar to any prison in the world for many reasons. You’re not allowed to leave until they let you free. Prison Guards keep you in your cell until you have to change to a new one with a new guard. Lunch is at a scheduled time everyday, and they only feed you what they feel like feeding you. You have to follow certain rules or else you are punished for the stupidest things. And to top it all off, you have to face Principal Catelli, the prison warden as she patrols the halls continuously. I manage to stay out of trouble of course. I’ve been to the warden’s office once for being late to class, but I got out with only a detention.

As soon as the teens came into the main doors, they started to separate into their groups. That’s just how judgemental E.C.H. is. Either you have to fit into a group or you’re a loner. A major loner at that, as in no one will talk to you. The jocks and cheerleaders are usually on top, followed by the populars, the punks, the band geeks, and the gamers. There’s also many other groups, too many to name off the top of my head. But they all have one thing in common. They all love AceOfSpades, or so it seems. Whenever anyone has a problem, they e-mail him or leave a comment on one of his blogs. One of my blogs is what I should say. It’s hard to actually say that me and Ace are the same person at times. The internet allows me to be whoever I want to be. But when I’m in the real world, which should be called the outernet, reality repeatedly smacks me in the face with homework, bullies, and the fact that my parents just got into a divorce just a few months ago, resulting in the creation of the blog website.

The school bell rang, waking me up from my daydream of my thoughts. The prisoners scattered to their cells within the 5 minutes that we have to get from cell to cell. The warden had appeared from nowhere, standing in the middle of the lobby. The hallways grew quite. I tried to sneak past her, but she spotted me from the corner of her shifty eyes.

“Good morning Mr. Andrews.” She stated. I let out a sigh as I stopped in my tracks and turned to her.

“Good morning Principle Catelli.” I replied in the best monotone voice I had.

“Are you staying out of trouble?”

“Yes Principle Catelli.”“Off to class you go then.”

“Yes Principle Catelli.” I waited for her to completely turn around before I even took a breath. I hurried off to class.

I got into my seat just seconds before tardy bell rang. I was nearly out of breath at this point, seeing that I had to rush halfway across the school to get here on time. Principle  Catelli came over the intercom. She said the pledge of allegiance, then proceeded with the morning announcements.

“Good morning students.” She said in a firm tone of voice. “As you already know, the end of the school year Summer Dance draws near. With this known, it’s time for everyone to choose this years Summer Princess and summer Prince. There are two nominees for princess and two nominees for prince. The nominees for Summer princess are,” the shuffling of papers occupied the intercom, “Alexandra Indigo and Isabelle Richardson.”

Principle Catelli paused for a moment to allow the students to clap. I imagined Isabelle having a standing ovation somewhere in the school. “And the nominees for the Summer prince are James Worthinghouse and…” ,She sighed slightly, “AceOfSpades. This is the first time in my 30 years as a principle that there has been a blogger nominated for anything school related! I can’t believe this! Anyway, congratulations to all of the nominees of this years Summer Dance and let us all have a good day.” The intercom went silent after that. I was too busy still trying to comprehend what had just happened to even listen to the people cheering around me. Me? Nominated for the Summer Prince? Technically they nominated AceOfSpades, but it’s the same situation. I mean, this could go two ways. If AceOfSpades wins, then I might have to either forfeit the crown to this James guy or expose my secret to everyone in the entire school! This is fantastic and terrible at the same time!

Before I knew it, history class and sign language had flown by, leaving me in my Sculpturing class still in shock. I placed my bookbag into the empty seat next to me, rolling up my sleeves in the process. I took out the small sculpture of a sword in a stone I had spent the past week working on. I sat down in my usual spot at the very last table in the corner of the room. I took out my phone, plugged in the headphones, and set the music to shuffle. I got to work at once.

About five minutes in, this group of girl came over and sat down at the table next to me. I tried to ignore them, but then I saw the reason I took this class in the first place. Sitting only five feet was Isabelle, the future Summer Princess. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any more unbelieveable! She was working on something that looked like a vase made of coils and chatting with her friends at the same time. I could barely hear them over my music. Isabelle still looked down from earlier when I saw her. I paused my music so I could listen in on the conversation.

I only knew the names of the two of the five girls that were there, three if you count Isabelle.

“I still can’t believe he did that to you!” said one girl who I think was Tiffiniy.

“Just before the Summer Dance too!” said a second girl who I think was Andrea.

“I know, I know.” Isabelle replied. “I’m still a little down about it. I mean, I’m trying to get over it, but I can’t at the same time. I don’t know why.”

“Maybe you need advice.” Tiffiniy stated as she started cutting a shape out of the clay.

“Do you guys think I should, you know, as the Ace guy?” Isabelle asked. My heart started to beat fast now, as if it was trying to match the tempo of the song.

“You mean AceOfSpades?” the third girl replied. I didn’t know her name. “Yeah, you definitely should! I heard that he could solve any problem!”

“Yeah Belle!” Andrea added. “You have to send him an e-mail.”

“Are you sure I should?” Isabell had this look of uncertainty on her face.

“Positive!” the group of girls said at once. With a sigh, Isabelle took out her phone. She started typing.

“There.” She stated a minute and a half later. “I sent it. Happy now?” She went back to talking and doing her project. I looked over to my phone to see the e-mail alert pop up onto the screen. This was the happiest moment of my life! Part of me wanted to blog right now, but the other part knew that I couldn’t do it in public. I had to wait till I got home.

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Sculpture class soon ended and the time quickly transformed its way into lunch. Within a couple of excruciating minutes, I had received my lunch from the lunch ladies and sat down in my usual spot, which is the corner of the lunch room way in the back. Unlike every other day, today, I was in a good mood for once! My mind began to wonder as I began to fantasize about me and Isabelle. Imagine it: Isabelle and I having the time of our lives at the Summer Dance. We’ll be holding each other so close. Then, at the end of the night, we would both look at each other and lean in for the-

WHAM! That was the sound of reality ruining my happiness. Actually, it was the sound of a plastic lunch tray being slammed against the table. I nearly jumped from my seat as this girl sat down at the other end of the table from me.

“I can’t believe this!” She yelled. “I have been to ten tables and kicked out of all of them! Dang jocks! The cheerleaders too! Thinking that they run this school just because they do sports! It’s ridiculous!” She stopped to take a large bite from her apple. “My parents lied to me. ‘Don’t worry dear! You’ll make lots of new friends at your new school!’ Lies I tell you! Lies!” She took another bite, then finally looked over at me. She raised up her left eyebrow at me.

“Have you been sitting there the entire time?” I nodded in response. She wiped the apple juice from her mouth, swallowing the bite she took.

“Sorry about that.” She stated. “I was just a little worked up that’s all. This school is just so judgemental!” She set down the apple and smiled at me. “Where are my manners?” She extended her hand out towards me. “The name’s Sarah. Sarah Stuart.”

I cautiously shook her hand. “Damien Andrews.” I replied. She went back to eating her apple.

“What are you doing sitting all the way back here by yourself?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

She took the final bite of her apple. “So, here I am, sitting at some table right? Just a random table, trying to enjoy my lunch when these dang jocks and this empty headed cheerleaders are trying to kick me out! I was like ‘I’m sorry, but your name isn’t on the table!’ Next thing I know, I’m tossed from the table! It was humiliating I tell you! Humiliating!

So, it tried to sit at some other tables, but since I’m not in any of their ‘groups’, I apparently can’t sit there! Irritating I tell you!”

I took a bite out of my pizza. She calmed down a bit.

“Reject the status quo.” She muttered.

“I’m sorry.” I replied. “What was that?”

“Reject the status quo.” She repeated herself. “That’s the motto I live by!” She grinned.

“But isn’t that what-”

“AceOfSpades said? Yes. Indeed it is. Blog number 54 is when he said it.”

“Wait, you follow his blogs?”

“Everyone in North Dakota does!” She smiled. “I’ve followed him since the very beginning. North Dakota is where I’m from. I just moved here to live with my grandfather. He owns a furniture warehouse about 3 miles from here. It’s pretty big. And with the sales he’s been having, it’s pretty empty in there. My mom and dad went on some kind of business trip for a few months, so I’m staying with my grandpa until they come back.”“You, in the meantime, you’re attending school here?”

“Indeed I am!” She drank her chocolate milk. “Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all.”

Sarah glared at me. “You don’t have many friends, do you?”

“What? What...what makes you say that?”

“You’re eating by yourself. “

“Fine. You caught me.”

“Then I’ll be your first friend then!” She smiled brightly. “I can see it now! Sarah and Damien against the world!”

“Yay.” I said softly. The lunch bell rang. I picked up my tray, dumped it out, and left the plastic tray on top of the trash can. I shuffled off to Geometry. It was just outside the cafeteria, so I got there with time to spare. Naturally, like all my other classes, the prisoners could choose where to sit. So, I sat down at a table with three free spots left. Little did I know that my troubles had yet to start.

“Hey Damien!” a familiar voice called from the opposite side of the room. I looked up to see Sarah smiling at me. I groaned and laid my head against the table. She sat down in the seat next to me, probably still smiling bright. I didn’t bother to pick my head up.

“Looks like we have Geometry together.” She stated in a cheerful voice.

“This can’t be happening.” I whispered to myself as the bell rang for the start of class.

I managed to get through Geometry with Sarah next to me. Biology was a drag, but English was even worse. Sarah has that class with me too. She sat about three or four desk from me, so I had my space to think. I still had my AceOfSpades blog to do after school. I have yet to read Isabelle’s email to him. I don’t even know if I can answer the question! I mean, AceOfSpades is suppose to know a solution for every problem, right?

I mean, it feels like me and him are two different people in one body. It’s difficult to deal with sometimes.

An miserable hour later, the bell rang for the end of school, or better known as a jail break. I gathered my stuff and headed out. Sarah soon caught up with me. I placed my earbuds into my ears and turned on the music. Sarah took out a piece of paper.