#4

Today's the day, my blog readers! I have tucked the Prince into my briefcase for good luck. I also tabbed a few pages to quote, and even got my hair done up all nice. Mom even came from New Coast Townlandville to teach me how to iron a blouse! It's the press conference against my competition (who told me I should call them Ted, Marge, and Pascal. What kind of name is Pascal, anyways?) They had us nervously sit and wait for the presses in a room full of tiny cups of cucumber water and sliced melon. I could barely even move, nevermind answer questions from WMCI and KWSOOS. They're my favorite news channels and I didn't know really what to say. My advice group told me to never pause, never stop smiling, and never clear your throat into the mic. So I sat there like the dang Mona Lisa for an hour and a half. I remembered something from chapter 18; be a fox and a lion! Foxes can recognize 'speedbumps' as I call them so cleverly; and lions can take them down. So I loked down the row of speedbumps to my sides and smiled.

They didn't read this win of a book. They don't stand a chance against a prince. But a prince is also humble!

And, at that point through the conference, I choked on an earlier devoured piece of melon.