I hate it here.
I really hate it here.
Why do I hate it here?
Because this isn’t my home.
But it is.
This castle is where I grew up.
But it was made very clear very early that I was wrong.
I wasn’t my sister.
I wasn’t perfect.
Unlike her, I wasn’t needed.
I wasn’t made for the throne, and therefore I wasn’t wanted.
Or needed.
Or paid attention to.
So, I decided to take control of my life.
I’ve upgraded.
I’m happier this way.
To be able to paint masterpieces of blue and white and black.
To be able to spend my days skateboarding around the kingdom.
My parents aren’t.
They don't like that I don't wear dresses anymore.
They don't like that I don't dance regularly.
They didn’t like that I cut my hair so I didn’t constantly trip.
I don't care.
They only care because it might damage my sister’s reputation.
I don't even know if her friends know me.
I recently met some girls who were from different kingdoms.
They were in the same situation as me.
Bunni, from the Pastel Kingdom.
And Sabrelle from the Spooky Kingdom.
We hang out all the time now.
We spend time at the beach and watch the sunset together.
Bunni is hotheaded, nice until you mess with her friends.
Sabrelle is a calm person. 
She is very calm until she starts talking about her little slime pet Greenie.
We all click because we know what it’s like to be ignored.
To be overlooked.
My name is Neo.
NeoBlitz.
And I’m never going to be ignored again.