By the way, yes<\/em> you can actually buy the plots of land. You’d be called a laird or lady though. Being a princess is totally fiction which this story is.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The Princess of Four Feet Squared <\/strong><\/p>\n by Sarah C“`<\/em><\/p>\n It started one night, well, morning if you want to be technical about it (2 A.M. to be exact), that my cell phone started to ring.<\/p>\n Now, for all matters and purposes, calling me at 2 A.M. will not get a logical and sensible me.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good day, this is William Hatcher of Hatcher and Prachett law firm, am I speaking to a Kristina Mullins?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the voice said chirpily.<\/p>\n Yes, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s my name. Kristina Mullins. A bit ordinary if you think about it.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmm\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 mmm? Yes?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I groaned into the tiny metallic phone.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh good! I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m here to talk about your plot of property in Scotland\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he had said and started to ramble about some nonsense that I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be bothered to hear.<\/p>\n By this time however, I had started to grope my pillow once more and started snoring. I think it was then that he realized about the time zone difference we had.<\/p>\n It was only at the end<\/em> of the month that I had a look at my phone bill to learn how long he had rambled on while I was asleep.<\/p>\n That<\/em> however, was a prelude to my problems.<\/p>\n It was only 9A.M. on a Saturday, no less, that a business suited woman knocked the door of my apartment (well, technically my parents\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 but let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ignore that).<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d my mother went as she opened the door to the stranger.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Good day madam, are you Kristina Mullins by chance?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the lady inquired politely.<\/p>\n Mind you, I was in my favourite sushi pajamas and pink rabbit slippers when I went to the living room, called upon by my mother.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is Kristina Mullins, my daughter\u00e2\u20ac\u009d, my mother said as she raised an eyebrow at my attire.<\/p>\n It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not as if I knew<\/em> there was to be a visitor that morning anyway.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, good morning\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m Chelsea Cunningham of Hatcher and Prachett, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m here about the call you received last night?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she asked unsurely, stepping inside.<\/p>\n My mother made some tea while I stared at the lady blankly as she sat down in the living room chair. She was quite pretty even if she had a bit of dominatrix scary thing going about her.<\/p>\n I tried to remember what she was babbling about. A call? It was only after a minute that I gasped.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ok, I thought I dreamt that up!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I exclaimed, nearly spilling my mug of tea that my mother gave me a minute ago before going off to wake my brother in his room upstairs.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 no you didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m here from the local branch of the law firm though\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 the main office is in London. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve come here because of a very important issue. My papers here tell me that you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re a princess\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she explained, raising an eyebrow at me.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153A what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I shrieked.<\/p>\n That wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t right. I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t related to any sort of royalty at all.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You. Are. A. Princess\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the lawyer said, giving me a rather disdainful look.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, since when?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked incredulously.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s see\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 since ten years ago\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 your grandparents apparently bought you a plot of land?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Chelsea stated, ruffling through her papers from her briefcase.<\/p>\n It was true, I did remember that my grandparents had bought me one of those \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbuy a plot of land and be a princess\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 things. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know it was<\/em> real.<\/p>\n I was merely eight then and was on a \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcpretty princess\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 binge that they bought it for my birthday. Though, it just cost me a hundred dollars to keep it year after year.<\/p>\n I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to lose the gift my grandparents gave me, especially when they passed away about three years ago.<\/p>\n Fine.<\/p>\n I knew the plot of land was real, I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know the title<\/em> of princess was!<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I remember, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a plot of land about four feet squared\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 so what about it now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I frowned.<\/p>\n I mean, it was<\/em> pretty shocking to know that I was a real princess.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, our client, the descendant of the land has bought up all the leases back except yours\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 he wishes to buy it and we, of Hatcher and Prachett are here to represent him to purchase it at a reasonable price. If you sign here, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be paid twice the amount you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve kept it for of all the years you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve owned it\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Chelsea replied seriously.<\/p>\n Frowning, I looked at her as I considered my options. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to lose my land even if it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that much and that the money was more than satisfactory for it’s measly size.<\/p>\n The main issue was that it was a gift<\/em> and having a princess title was pretty cool.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can I speak directly with your client then? I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wish to sell if I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t meet your client first\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I stated stubbornly.<\/p>\n The lawyer glared at me for a moment before she sighed.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have to meet him in Scotland then\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she replied, placing back the papers in her briefcase.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sell anything if I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t meet him then. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be able to more than afford my trip there then?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I grinned.<\/p>\n If her client went through all the trouble to contact her just to buy a small plot of land, he probably would be willing and rich enough to pay for it.<\/p>\n Raising an eyebrow yet again, Chelsea Cunningham smiled a little.<\/p>\n \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll make arrangements for my client to meet the princess of four feet squared then\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she grinned and stood up.<\/p>\n And that was how I was known as the Princess of Four Feet Squared.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Have a free story! Considering it doesn’t fit in any current book anthologies, is pretty much chic lit (but not Asian, so I can’t send it somewhere) and a waste if I didn’t put it up to be read… So yes, I wrote this quite a long while back. 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