Fruit Juice

Chapter 1- Mac is Crowned a Lord (A Terrible Decision)

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I sat cross-legged on the red carpet hall floor, and pressed my ear against the center of the large wooden door of the meeting room, listening carefully for any conversations I could hear. I wasn't exactly supposed to do that... but I wasn't exactly NOT supposed to. Well... except if you count my father telling me ten years ago, 'Don't listen to our conversations whenever we talk in the meeting room. They're private.' Besides, I wasn't going to tell anyone, now that I was older. Probably. Besides, I was bored. Sitting in my room getting ready for thirty minutes while my father sat discussing me with three other adults wasn't exciting. At all.

"Are you sure they are all prepared?", said the first one, with a voice that was so serious, if I had to listen to it for three minutes, I would have fallen asleep.

"Completely! Melanie will make a fine leader!", said the second.

"My daughter is perfect. She's the spitting image of myself."

"Mac will make a great...person-in-charge!!"

"It is impolite to speak so informally during a meeting, Lord Apple."

"Lighten up Mango, he's my son!"

That was my father, and the three other lords (and ladies) speaking. Speaking about the upcoming ceremony. My name is MacIntosh Apple, next in line for the throne of the Apple Kingdom. I prefer to be called Mac, though, since MacIntosh is way too long. I'm actually nineteen, one year over the age, but according to ancient traditions, each heir was supposed to be crowned the next ruler at the same time as the others, and since the heir to the melon kingdom, Melanie, I think her name was, had just turned eighteen, it meant we were all above the required age.

I pressed my ear a bit closer to the door. They were talking in hushed voices, and I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a bit, I stood up in frustration, and walked back down the hallway towards my room. A few servants passed me, bowing, and saying, "Good morning, Prince MacIntosh.", in that voice that sounded like it had been recorded, and played over and over again, or something. On most days, I would turn around and say, "Just call me Prince

Charming", in a British accent or something like that, earning an awkward look, and the servants hurrying away.

Right now, I was too busy. Thinking about how boring this all would be. In total, all I had to do was get in a 'princely looking suit', wait, and wait, and wait until the meeting is done, attend a boring ceremony that sounded so much like a wedding it was almost creepy, and meet the other heirs. If the meeting gets out early, and they don't find you ready, waiting all 'prince-like' in your room, there's going to be hell to pay.

"Hey, prince charming!" a voice called from down the hall. "Let's go play some video games!!" it was my sister, Mary, who was about 4 years younger than me. She had bright yellow hair, green eyes, and freckles, like me. I always beat her in video games.

Most of the time.

"I can't!" I called back to her, " I have to wait in my room!"

"HAHA, I know, sucks to be you!"

"I'll FRY you next time we play, you'll regret this!!"

"Haha, but I always beat you!!!"

"LIES."

Mary laughed really loudly, and went screaming down the hall, which you might be concerned about, but I assure you, it was normal. For Mary.

It had taken forever, in this huge 'house' that I lived in, but I was almost back to my room when I stopped in my tracks. I already had on the "princely suit." I had put it on about an hour ago. 'It's always good to be prepared early' my mom had said. But what if it would take forever for my dad to finish up? He always seemed to drag meetings on an extra few minutes just for socializing. So... what if I could listen in for just a tiny bit longer?