Eleanor's Secret

Identity

      My mother was always very good at handling difficult situations. She was always smart and quick to think of soultions. I on the other hand, was quite the opposite. I was absolutely freaked out about going to the United States. My mother had all my information ready.

Name: Amanda Grey
Age: 17
Mother dead and father left me as a child. I would pretend that my Aunt would be my new legal gaurdian.

  It was kind of scary to be a different person. They didn't want me to be Eleanor the preppy, beautiful, perfect princess. Now I was Amanda, the sassy, flirty, average looking teenage girl. I didn't have to stand out, I had to fit in.

   My mother was prepared. She taught me how to fake an american accent and we studied my fake identity. She was good at hiding her emotions until the day I actually left.

     It was 3 days after I had been informed I was leaving and 3 days since Alfred had kissed me. I was already dressed in my new clothes. I had on some distressed skinny jeans with a baggy sweatshirt and my hair was in a loose bun. I honestly never thought I would wear anything but gowns in public.

      Alfred walked up to me. His blue eyes sparkled with the hint of tears. He knew I didn't love him, but he still loved me, unquestionably, "If any of those stupid high school boys mess with you, you better call me. I won't let any immature freaks take my fiancé." I smiled at his attempt to be funny, but I knew part of him was quite serious.

      Mother squeezed me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Darling, your beautiful. You know that? You need to that. Not just the outside either," she kissed my forhead softly and wipes a tear from her eye.

     Standing a few feet away was my father. He was crying. My tough, strong, dad who was the king of this country was crying. I ran over to him and squeezed him tightly, "Oh daddy, I don't know what I am going to do without you." He squeezed me back and said with a choke, "You are a intellectually gifted young lady who is very loving. I know you will do great and represent that well."

     Looking back one last time on my family, I climbed into the limo which would escort me to the plane. Who was I without my family? My whole life was about being a princess. What more did I have to offer?