"My name is not princess." I replied. I fell out his arms into a standing position.
"But that's what you are." The boy, Luka, said.
"No, I'm not."
"Has no one told you yet?" Luka looked at the people in the elevator.
"That's enough." Carter walked up to me and grabbed my arm, he began to drag me down the long hallway.
"No, you should tell her." Luka grabbed my other arm and pulled back.
"Let go of me. Both of you!" I yelled at them.
"Of course, Princess." Luka dropped my arm. But Carter didn't. I shook it violently. He still didn't let go.
"Come on. Boys stop your bickering." The woman called at the two boys.
"This way." Carter pulled me down the hall. Luka followed close behind us.
"Why are you following us?" Carter called over his shoulder.
"Because, I'm going to the meeting."
"You're not old enough."
"Turned 18 last month. You were too busy Scouting to come to the party."
"I've been to a party before. I didn't miss a thing." Carter stopped in front of a blue door and knocked on it three times.
"It's open!" A female voice from the inside called.
Carter pushed open the door. There was a long table in the middle of the room, the back wall was made of glass. There were four empty seats around the table, the other 9 chairs were filled. Sitting at the head of the table was a female with red brown hair and blue eyes.
"Mom?" I asked.
YOU ARE READING
The Island
General FictionIn a world that people believe is a fairy tale, just a story, a girl by the name of Alana goes on a journey to find out who she really is. A journey that will change her life and the way that she sees herself.
