"Would you rather be a samurai? Or a ninja?" asked Tyler.

"That's easy," Ari laughed, "I'd be a ninja this way I could sneak out of math class undetected and look way cool while doing it."

Ari's parents were out of town for the night which meant Ari was in charge. Which meant on top of homework, and work work, Ari also had to juggle everything else that came with babysitting her brother and sister. Normally she wouldn't mind, but Bree had ballet practice. Which meant she might bump into him. But so far so good. And walking down the town square playing would you rather with her siblings Ari could almost forget about that jerk.

"What's a samurai?" Ari heard Bree ask.

"Like a knight but from Japan."

"Okay. I'll chose that. Oh! I have one!" her sister Bree bounced as she skipped ahead, "Would you rather be a unicorn? Or a princess?"

As Tyler groaned Ari saw exactly who she was hoping to avoid.

"Seriously? I can't answer that." Tyler moaned.

"Why not?"

Ari didn't hear his answer. Across the plaza sitting inside the ice cream parlor on break was Brad was sitting across the table from the principal's daughter, Trinity Baylor. The "princess" of Glover High.

"Princess," Ari scoffed, "No way," she spit out as she glared at the window of the ice cream parlor. She bet they ordered a vanilla milkshake with triple chocolate. That's the one Brad always used to impress.

It impressed Ari too. Her heart panged at the reminder.

"Why?" Bree looked up at Ari in confusion.

"I hate princesses," Ari glared as Trinity laughed at something Brad said.

"Why? What's wrong with Princesses?" Bree crossed her arms as she glared at Ari.

"Princesses are lame. They don't do anything but look pretty and sit on their plush thrones while getting pampered and wait for a prince to come save them. They can't do anything themselves, they're useless." just like that "princess" of Glover High.

"I wouldn't know about that," said a kindly old woman pushing a cart of flowers, "I know esPrincesses do much more then that."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Ari crossed her arms as she looked down on the old lady.

The lady's eye color shifted in the light as she blinked, taken aback by Ari's attitude.

"Why. princess do so much for their kingdom. They help the poor, they attend matters of state, organize events."

Ari tried not to roll her eyes at that answer.

"So they get good publicity and throw fancy parties in hope to marry the next man to up their parents power and standing? Yeah, that's really something."

"Ari..." Tyler warned her.

"What?" Ari glared at him.

The lady paused as she observed Ari with her piercing blue-grey eyes. Under other circumstances Ari would have thought they were pretty. But under all the scrutiny they looked creepy.

"I'm not going to change your mind am I."

"No way no how. Nothing's going to change my mind."

"Is that a challenge?" the edge of her lips curved into a smile.

"Yeah, sure" Ari tried not to roll her eyes.

"Very well then," the lady plucked a daffodil off her stand and offered it to Ari.

"Thanks?" Ari slowly accepted the flower from her.

"I'll let you all go on your way now. Thank you for the chat. Good day now," the lady waved at them then began to whistle as she pushed her cart back on her way.

It wasn't until much later after the chores were done and the kiddos were put to bed, that Ari remembered the encounter with the old lady.

As she put the Daffodil in a cup of water by her bedside table Ari couldn't help but think of the way the old lady had given the flower. Almost like the twinkle in her eyes said challenge accepted. Now that her mood subsided hours later she did feel a little bad about being so testy with her. But when it came down to it Ari stood by what she said.

Princesses were useless.

With that thought Ari shifted over until she lay on her side facing the window.

Before she closed her eyes she caught sight of a shooting star. Funny, Ari thought before drifting off. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that shooting star was heading straight towards her.

When Ari woke up she didn't want to leave the bed. It felt like she was sinking in a cloud and she didn't ever want to leave. She must still be dreaming. Plus her alarm didn't go off so she was good...

But Tyler had soccer practice!

With a jolt Ari sprung up into a sitting position.

"What the?"

Ari wasn't in her room. In fact she wasn't even in her house.

She was sitting in the biggest king sized bed she had ever seen, with comfy satin blankets embroidered with flowers. But the rest of the bedroom was as big as the first floor of her house. With opulent golden vases and beautifully crafted furniture engraved with gold songbirds and flowers. And white curtains letting in the light from the door to a balcony. It looked like the perfect room fit for a-

"No..." Ari's eyes went wide. Her eyes turned to the opulent side table where the daffodil now sit in a beautifully sculpted vase.

It looked like a room meant for a princess.