Start: 1-28-00

I should of known that fate would have intervened at such a time now that I look back at it.  I was kind of asking for it. Nevertheless, who would of known that I would go through what I had to.  I thought that I was just a normal person doing the day to day things that had to be done. I did not think of myself as special.  I tried to keep humble, yet in my humility I tried to achieve the most that I could.  It is hard to think that I, the queen of the most advance society, would find herself normal.  I guess that is was the way that kept the pressure and duties in the back of mind. There is not one living soul that would like to have the most fatiguing activities to constantly bother them while trying to live far from normal teenage life.  It all started when I was about 15.  I was just a princess of the High Castle but I was not in the direct line for the thrown.  My cousin was to be the one to have he title of king and rule our peaceful land.  I always admired him.  I still do even now decades after his death.  He was always the one I looked to for to be with for family occasions.  Not just because he was the one who was to be our future king, but he was the one who understood me the most.  
	I seemed to be special to my parents because they put me into an elite all girl school that cost more then I though they should be paying for to only get in return a less then exemplary grade notice.  I tried what I thought was my best yet my parents would always say; "This is not your best effort... You have to set an example for others; you're their princess... Do you know how much sacrifice it takes for other people to get their children here? You seem to take advantage of that! ... If only you could understand how important it is to get a good education...  When I was your age, (does this sentence ever end well?)I did not have it as lucky as you had it!  I had to report daily to many laborious tutors.  You should be happy with what you have... If the press ever heard... You have a duty to your people even if you do not rule over them or have a chance to...Are you listening to me?" I would regularly reply my usual "Yes Mother... Yes Father... I will try harder next time... Success will be my motivation... If I have to I will give up my social life (like I had one) in order to create better marks next time... My grades should not be sacrificed because of my sloth... I will strive for 100% perfection instead of a low 93%. A-'s are good marks only for underachievers."  I tried not to let my parents get to me, but what was I to do.  I could not just leave.  It's not as if we were surface dwellers.  I was limited to my bubble dome in the sea.  My only relief was my cousin, [name].  He understood me as well as I could only understand him.  We were about the same age and kind of going through the same things.  We felt like brother and sister although he has three siblings of his own. His schooling was much different.  For most of the day, he was with his father to study under him.  Whenever he was not with his father, he had to study some more about negotiating, history, and law (normal things that all great kings know.)  I tried not to trouble him with my problems because I thought that it would seem that I was bragging about my fortunes.  Yet when we talked it helped me feel better.  It also made me feel better about being an only child when his younger sisters and brother spied on us.  Yet all and all, we enjoyed each others stories of who thinks they have it worst.  He always seemed to beat me with the "I have the pressure of being the leader of 1.7 million people when I grow up."
	At school, I had to deal with the basically two types of people: the people who wanted me to introduce them to my advailable cousin to-be-king, and the people who thought I was a snob without getting to know me.  Although they were complete opposites they both had something in common: they annoyed the crap out of me.  Other then several close friends of mine, many people whould point and wisper.  There wasn't one day that I did not wish I was just a normal kid.  It also annoyed me to be called Princess Katrina the 206th because it confirmed my abnormality.  No mater how much I hated to think about it, my title made me ill.  The only title I wanted was Kittra because it was my Grammy's nickname for me.  I loved her so.