Camp Princess 1: Born to Rule

Camp Princess 1: Born to Rule

by Kathryn Lasky
Camp Princess 1: Born to Rule

Camp Princess 1: Born to Rule

by Kathryn Lasky

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Overview

Camp Princess is just like any other summer camp. Okay, so it's not exactly summer, since the magical kingdom of Palacyndra has seasons that change at the drop of a tiara. And it's not exactly camp, since the princesses stay in fully furnished turrets, complete with chambermaids. But it is a chance to get away from home and enjoy activities such as arts and crafts (with diamonds, of course) and moat swimming (bathing tiara required!). It's a place where Princess Alicia makes real friends, Princesses Kristen and Gunder-snap.

And for Alicia, Camp Princess becomes much more. A place of mystery. Her turret seems to be haunted, and the golden bird that she captured for the songbird contest refuses to sing a note! It's all utterly frustrating -- until one shadowy night, when Alicia feels a ghostly presence in her room and begins to discover a destiny far more exciting than anything she could have imagined.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061962820
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/11/2009
Series: Camp Princess , #1
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: eBook
Pages: 160
File size: 613 KB
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

About The Author

Kathryn Lasky is a New York Times bestselling author of many children’s and young adult books, which include her Tangled in Time series; her bestselling series Guardians of Ga’Hoole, which was made into the Warner Bros. movie Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’Hoole; and her picture book Sugaring Time, awarded a Newbery Honor. She has twice won the National Jewish Book Award, for her novel The Night Journey and her picture book Marven of the Great North Woods. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with her husband. kathrynlasky.com

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Camp Princess 1: Born to Rule


By Kathryn Lasky

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Kathryn Lasky
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0060587636

Chapter One

New Arrivals

Princess Alicia of All the Belgravias dismounted her pony and stepped into the courtyard. It was her first season at Camp Princess, and her heart was beating as frantically as a hummingbird's. She was used to being surrounded by her sisters, cousins, and servants. But now, as she stood in this throng of laughing, happy princesses she didn't know, she felt very much alone. Alicia was glad when a tall woman with a crown took charge.

"Princesses, Princesses, may I have your attention? Please be quiet while I announce your turret assignments in the royal castle of Camp Princess. When your title is called, kindly step up to the footman and receive your welcome scroll."

"That is the Queen Mum," another princess said to Alicia. "She is Camp Mistress." Alicia smiled at the girl and moved in closer to listen for her name. If they went in alphabetical order, she would certainly be one of the first to be called. But alas, the assignments were by turret.

"East Turret, Princess Zelenka from the Dominion of Thrallnork, Princess Parisiana from the Majestic Realm of Chantillip . . ." The list went on. There were three girls assigned to each turret. After the East Turret came the North Turret and then the West Turret.

Princesses all around Alicia were chattering away. "I hope I'm not in the South Turret!" one princess exclaimed.

"Me too. I wouldn't want to live in a turret that has a ghost," another said.

"Is it true that your turretmates are also your teammates?" someone else asked.

"I think so. Do you want to be a Purple or a Crimson? My sister was on the Crimson team, and they've won the Color Wars three years in a row. I really want to be a Crimson. There are all sorts of contests and competitions, you know, jewelry making, archery."

"I heard the Crimsons were all snotty," someone said.

"What's the first contest?" Alicia asked.

"I'm not sure, but the big one this session is the songbird competition. It counts for a lot. We only have two weeks to catch and train a songbird."

"Holy monk bones!" Alicia exclaimed. "That's not much time!"

"Look at her," Alicia heard one of the princesses whisper rather loudly and then point at a new arrival. "That feather in her riding cap -- that is so over."

"So five minutes ago!" another said.

Alicia's stomach turned. She had a feather in one of her riding caps. Luckily she had not worn it today.

Just then she heard her name called. "South Turret, Princess Alicia of All the Belgravias, Princess Gundersnap of the Empire of Slobodkonia, Princess Kristen of the Isles of the Salt Tears in the Realm of Rolm."

A pretty princess with jet-black hair turned to another girl. "I'm glad I'm not them! I'd be afraid of the South Turret ghost!"

"Oh, heavens, Princess Rosamunde, that ghost is just a rumor from two hundred years ago!" the other princess answered confidently, though Alicia thought she saw her give a little shiver and look around quickly.

Ooh, I hope she's right, Alicia thought. She stepped forward to receive her welcome scroll. It was a sheet of parchment rolled up and tied with a purple ribbon.

"This must mean we're on the Purple team -- duh!" said the princess named Kristen, laughing. Tall and lanky, she was wearing very high, soft suede boots trimmed with fur. Her tiara was made from gold-dipped sawed-off antlers, and her fiery red hair was clipped with a barrette made of some sort of animal's tooth studded with sapphires. She wore not a wisp of silk or satin, but Alicia admitted that this princess was stylish in a barbaric sort of way.

Princess Gundersnap, on the other hand, seemed to be a complete disaster. She was stumpy and squat, with pimples and mud-colored hair that sprang out like corkscrews from under her iron tiara. Not a pretty sight! Alicia thought. She looked grumpy as well. Great, thought Alicia. Grumpy and stumpy -- and then, of course, a stylish savage. Where do I fit in? She looked down at her own beautiful pink brocade riding skirt festooned with ribbons and lace, and wondered if she looked as odd to her turretmates as they did to her.

Just as Alicia was contemplating her predicament, she heard the Camp Mistress say, "Now, Princesses, in case you are of a mathematical inclination . . ."

"Math, no fair," said Princess Kristen in her lilting accent. "No schoolwork, just fun here."

"I agree!" said another. "I'm here for jewelry design and dances with Camp Burning Shield."

Burning Shield! Alicia had heard from her older sister, Lorelei, about the boys' camp across the lake. There were bunches of cute princes!

The Camp Mistress continued, "You will notice that there are forty princesses, and not all the turrets are the same size. We've done some juggling and doubling up, but it seems that with all my computations, we still have one turret with room for an additional one-third princess. All the others are full. So, you might ask, who is one-third a princess? Well, Your Highnesses, she is a full and royal princess, but she is quite small."

At that moment all eyes turned toward a truly tiny princess who wore a teeny-weeny tiara. She appeared rather frightened, and her eyes glistened with tears. She was the only one who had not been assigned a turret. "Princess Myrella of the Marsh Kingdoms, will you step forward, please?"

The tiny princess walked up to the Queen Mum, who bent way down and said, "My dear little princess of the Marsh Kingdoms, we shall squeeze you into North Turret." She handed her a rolled parchment with a purple ribbon.

"Fat lot of good she'll do the Purples," someone said in a nasty voice. At that moment the eyes of the three princesses of the South Turret met.

"Sctonken meanie!" muttered Gundersnap.

"Go suck a conch!" Princess Kristen blurted.

"That is really royally rude of her to say!" exclaimed Princess Alicia.

The three young princesses looked at one another and knew in that moment that although they were different in many ways, they were the same in an important one. Their hearts went out to the teeny tiny Princess Myrella of the Marsh Kingdoms.

Continues...


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