The day everything changed started out like every other day. I was in trouble again. I shut my eyes, but it was no use. When I opened them Dad was still there in the Grand Hall with his nose curled up like he’d just stood in something nasty. I call this his troll-poop face. He pulls it a lot. Today, as well as pulling the troll-poop face, he was doing the finger wag. The finger wag means I’m in real trouble. I sighed and climbed out of the potato sack I’d been sliding down the stairs in. My silver shoes clacking on the mosaic floor, I traipsed across the Grand Hall to where Dad was standing in his fur-trimmed cape next to a polished suit of armour. Clack. Clack. Clack. My footsteps sounded out my doom. I was so in for it now. Dad looked at my crumpled gown and shook his head.
About the book
Trust me, the fairy tales have it so wrong.
Dingy towers and wicked step-mums are the least of my worries: it’s the boredom that will kill me. Honestly, apart from the endless supply of cupcakes, being a princess is pretty rubbish. I used to think about locking myself in a tower and throwing away the key. Thank the good goblin I discovered BMX. If it wasn’t for BMX, nothing would have changed …
Enchanted meets BMX in this brilliantly funny adventure for ages 7+.
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