❄ Chapter 4 ❄

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What am I doing?

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What am I doing?

Where am I going?

Why is everyone staring at me?

It was either because I looked like a lost puppy, or they all recognized me as the 'legendary' Princess Melody.

I was walking through the street, trying to keep my head down and try to avoid as much attention as possible. I was surprised that no one had come up to me yet, saying how long they've been waiting to meet me, or how great of a queen my mother was and how I should be proud. How was I going to find Jackson? He could've been anywhere.

I looked up, and saw a sign that said I was now entering 'Frontierland'. Most of the people walking around were dressed in cowboy boots with a hat to match. There were a few fantasy looking people, and even more space cadets.

I can't find him anywhere.

I was about to turn around and go back to the castle, when I saw two familiar boys walk out of a nearby saloon. It was indeed Jackson and Alex. There was a girl and another boy with them. They were laughing, looking like they were having a grand ole' time. For some reason, I suddenly became very insecure and turned to flee the situation, but Jackson saw me just in time.

"Melody!" He exclaimed.

I fake smiled and headed over.

Can't back out now.

"Hey," I grinned. "How's it going?"

"Good! Dang... you clean up good." He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes while he turned me towards the rest of his friends.

"Guys, I don't think I need to introduce my sister since you all already know who she is."

"Yeah, we know exactly who she is. But it's only because Alex wouldn't stop making googly eyes over her picture for years!" An orange haired boy pushed Alex.

His face turned red as he looked away from my gaze, biting his lip to hide the peeking smile on his face.

"Princess Melody!" The girl exclaimed. "I've wanted to meet you since... forever it feels like. I'm Megara. But you can call me Meg."

Meg had on a short purple dress, her very long dark red hair pulled up into a messy ponytail.

"I really like that name, so unique." I shook her hand.

"Why thank you. Oh, and this is my boy, Hercules. But we just call him, Herc." She smiled before kissing the orange headed boy on the cheek.

Herc was a fairly buff fellow with curly hair that flopped down over a headband.

"And this is Alex, but you guys have already met."

Jackson pointed me to the tomato faced boy who was holding out a sweaty hand.

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