Taken

Chapter 1

 Edited!

I looked around the corner to see my mother following me. Oh for the love of strawberries! Why was she following me? I had already told her not to tell me about her silly little plans of trying to make me the person she wants me to be. Oh Blooming! What a quick walker my mum was. I swear she would have been knackered by now. My mum was a tall, hard to believe, not wrinkled, also hard to believe, with a blondish brownish hair. Her smile could have fooled you into thinking that she was a sweet lady. However my mum isn’t. She is bossy! She doesn’t understand me and I guess she never will.

“Elina!" she called after me in her serious tone, which sounded very unusual for her type.

 "Bugger off!" I said. Why won't she just leave me the heck along? She was really pushing my buttons couldn't I just be alone for just a minute. Everyday she’s on my butt about stuff. Elina this…Elina that. So now that I have tried to just get away her comes her on my butt about things.

"Are you off your trolley? Is that anyway to talk to the Queen?" My mom said in a very loud but smooth tone of hers.

Yes she said Queen. No not of England but Persusa. Persusa is the best country. Well to me. Persusa is a small country that is close to the United Kingdom. We adapted the British English from them and some American terms too. We were a mixed version of the U.S.A and the United Kingdom. I turned around, expecting to see and angry looking Queen. But her face was softer than the horrifying tone of her voice. Normally she wouldn't be that angry, but lately she has been moody. Sometimes I try to ask her what the problem is but she’ll just ignore it, or tell me to leave. Today was one of her days where she'll yell at me for no reason, and now I'm sick of all the yelling. She's been giving me loads of homework that can knock you off your trolley. She made me watch American shows back to back, to adapt their language and 'way of life' for what! I may ask! How am I suppose to adapt English when, I already speak damn English! What more do you want from me lady!

"I'm sorry mum." I said half-heartedly

"Now Elina, you are a Princess, you're supposed to act like a princess.” she said walking back over to our palace.

"Mum, what more do you want from me."

"Elina, you don't understand, in a couple of years, you will be the queen."

"Oh cheers!" I said with sarcasm dripping from my words, “But I don't want to!" I whined, she told me this every single day and every time she told me that, I gave back the right answers. I walked ahead from her; the servants dressed in liked French maids cleared my pathway to the entrance of my palace. In the front yard of the house, going up the stairs there is a beautiful Greek column. My mom loves plants, even though she knows I have allergies, she still planted a whole lot. When you walk in there's and grand chandelier that drop from a high blue ceiling with white crown molding. Most of the house has chandelier light fixtures. I kicked the door open and my butler appeared in front of Me., "Can I get you anything Master Elina?"

Jeffrey is my personal butler, which who I never really needed because a butler was very unnecessary. But I still kept him because he is South African from the capital Maseru.  He moved here when his wife and children died because they became ill with a rare disease. My mom found him sleeping on the streets. However, one day, my mom stopped her chariot, when he begged for money. Her body guards looked at her like she was crazy. She waltzes over to Jeffrey who was surprised that she walked over to him. She brought him home and cleaned him up and gave him an English name, which is now Jeffrey. His African name is Kragtige pronounced as Kra-teh-jay. He told me it means powerful in the original language of South Africa Afrikaans.

"For one, Jeffrey, you can stop calling me Master, and just call me Ellie."

“Well, Queen Alena has ordered me to show some respect to you. For you are a Princess, and future queen of Persusa."