![]() ![]() ![]() My best friend Bri shoved her way through the crowd, her dark curls swinging behind her. Gee, M, maybe you should’ve asked Rigel to have your party at his house, it’s so much bigger than yours. No, that had to do with my (real) relationship with Rigel Stuart since the start of the school year, and my (pretend) relationship with Sean O’Gara since Christmas. That wasn’t why I was so much more popular now than last year. Not that any regular Earthlings, including my aunt and uncle, knew any of this. It had been a pretty big shock to learn last fall that I was really Princess Emileia, born Sovereign of Nuath, the secret colony on Mars, and of all the Echtrans (expatriate Martians) on Earth. My last birthday party had been a three-person sleepover with Bri and Deb, my whole circle of friends at the time.Ī year ago, I was plain, acne-ridden Marsha Truitt, twice-orphaned nerd, being unwillingly raised by an aunt and uncle who had no more idea who my real parents were than I did. Of course, I also would have thought they were crazy if they’d told me nearly every cool kid from Jewel High would be at my sixteenth birthday party. Emileia (em-i-LAY-ah): current Banfriansa (Princess), daughter to Mikal son of Leontine sole heir to the Nuathan monarchyĪ year ago, if someone had told me I was born on Mars, heir to the last legitimate Sovereign of a three-thousand-year-old underground colony there, I’d have thought they were crazy. ![]()
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