The Unexpected Visit

Chapter 13

How are we going to outrun five followers? If it comes to it, I'm not sure we could win a fight against them, considering they have over 10 years of being an adult over all of us. This will definitely be interesting. I suppose we will have to slowly pick up the pace as we go. How will they know where we're making camp? I wonder if mom read my request to have the necessary camping supplies brought to my room around 8:30 pm.

There is a knock at my door. "Come in," I call. I quietly whisper for Anna and the others to join me in my room.

"We will be right there," Anna says through the earpiece.

Now, I just have to stall whoever is at the door long enough for the others to get here, which hopefully won't be too long. The door opens and two girls enter the room, shaking in their skin. It seems mom has sent two girls that adore me just to spite me. Why would they possibly adore me? Mom probably told the people some phony story about what was happening to me while I was at my father's compound.

"Oh. My. Gosh. It really is her! I wonder if she actually was about to be executed right before she ran away? We should totally ask her!!" I hear two very young, shrill, girly voices squeal.

I sigh and turn toward them, which only makes them squeal louder.

"Hello Princess Beca, we are very sorry if we are late," they say, trying to keep themselves together.

"You aren't late, and hello, girls," I say calmly, using my "Royal" voice. I hate using this voice; it makes me sound all girly.

They place four sleeping bags and two tents down at my feet. "Thank you for letting us see you in person, your highness," they say, bowing deeply.

"You're welcome, now please leave us," I say, still using my "Royal" voice as Anna, Jackson, and Owen walk in.

They leave, giggling. "I'm so glad that's over," I say, returning to my normal voice.

"So am I," They all say together.

"You're lucky that you didn't have to witness the whole thing. Either way, it seems they got us the supplies we need to ditch at the campsite. We have to make sure that the backpacks hide the tents, sleeping bags, and other supplies without it looking too baggy," I say, looking through the things the girls brought.

"That reminds me, it's a good thing that you never went to senior year of high school, Rebecca, because otherwise, this wouldn't work. I hope that we find Brooke in time. If we don't, we may have to fake that you are younger to get you through another year of high school to continue looking for her. Plus, I think the plan I formulated to help us find her is going to work. The team I signed you up for starts in Florida and goes to each state, except for Hawaii and Alaska. Social media will also help; anything we look up is documented and they control everything visible on the internet. Dad taught me when we were on the mainland how to use it and I've been teaching you through that game I gave you. Although someone hasn't been using it the way they should," Anna explains, looking pointedly at me.

"Hey, I don't see the point of telling everyone your secrets or sharing about your life when the only people that will see it are you guys. You already know what's going on because you people never leave me alone," I argue.