Raychelle watched from the window as her Aunt climbed into the back seat of the cab, their pervious arguement replaying in her mind. It had started with a request that Raychelle move to the attic.

Her Aunt said vetoed it immediatly.

Raychelle turned away from the window, falling back onto her bed.

She was tired of wishing her life would be like one of those stories, where the girl lives with her evil Aunt, but then a handsome prince comes and takes her away to live in a castle. The only handsome prince she knew, was the lead singer of Panic! At The Disco, but, he was 9 years older than her, so that was impossible.

And she didn’t live in any fairy tale. The middle of Chicago in a nice suite, at a five star hotel that she could roam anytime she wanted, with people to get her anything? Anytime?

Once she had called down to room service at 3 in the morning to see if they would make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and… They did.

The hotel was her castle, and, Chicago was her kingdom.