It Was All a Mistake (A Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Field Trip Pt. 1

I open the door to the garden, and sit down on the bench. Today we have a field trip to Sandy Palm Beach (Pic of it is above). You may be wondering why we are going to a beach for a field trip, but it's because if we are to become princess or queen, we must know every inch of this country. Besides owning Lanonia, the royal family also owns two islands that border Lanonia. This consists of The Grand Jorvin (pronounced: yor-vin) Island, and The Waterbridge Island. We're taking a flight out to Waterbridge, and then an underwater train to Jorvin.

A maid comes bustling into my dorm, and I say on response, "Is knocking considered not polite here?"

She blushes and a sweat drop trickles down her face. She scurries out of the room and tries to enter again, this time softly knocking. "Yes, come in," I say sharply, and she continues packing a suitcase. "Is this for the trip? It is only a couple days long," I ask. "Yes, Lady Brianna. I will be packing the appropriate clothes for you. And, all of these wardrobe items are necessary because you will be changing multiple times throughout the day," she explains, while folding up a dress. I nod, wondering what she will be putting into the suitcase.

The day comes when we are to depart for Waterbridge Island. Even though it has been around 3 months since the Queen has passed away, I still miss her, especially during moments like these. The King walks over to Princess Camilla, and he shakes his head, then opens his mouth. Right as words start to pile out, the Princess starts crying. "I wonder what he said this time," I think to myself, feeling bad for her. Evan comes rushing over to console his sister, and is soon yelling at his father. After a couple seconds or so, the King is slapping his son on the back... but not in a friendly way. I watch Evan grimace, and the Princess steps in front of him, trying to protect him. The King merely laughs it off, and pushes her aside. That's when he hits his own son.

"Evan!!!" I scream, and rush over to him, even though I'm probably not wanted. The King glares at me, and grabs the neckline of my dress. He pulls it up, making me gag. Evan stares in horror at me, and kicks his dad in the shin. The King hollers, and grabs my hair. "You mess with me... you endanger her," he spats, pointing a finger at me. Prince Evan's eyebrows shoot up, and then he lowers them. "I'm not afraid of you, dad," he grabs the King's arms and tugs them off my dress. Once he does, air floods into my lungs, and I take a deep breath. Meanwhile, the Princess heads over to me, and worry is spread across her face. "Are you okay?" she asks, politely. "Yeah, yeah... fine," I blurt, and brush the invisible dust off my gown. She nods, and strides over to her dad. She lectures him sternly, and the prince puts a protective arm around her shoulder. "It's all that GIRL'S FAULT!!!!" he bellows, gesturing at me.

"Don't blame her!!! The only problem here is YOU!!!" Evan yells, and then comes over to me. "Don't listen to anything he says, Bree." I smile to tell him that I understand. "Are you saying that I'M the problem!! That I MESS UP everybody's lives!??!!!!" the King hollers. "YES!!!! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO CHANGE LANONIA!! DO YOU REALIZE THAT!!!? ALL YOU'VE DONE IS LIE!!!! THIS IS WHY MOTHER WAS SO IMPORTANT!!! SHE BALANCED YOU!!! BUT AFTER ALL OF THIS... YOU ACCUSE A CONTESTANT!!!?" Evan shouts before continuing, "Dad... I hope you've come to think that you've become so desperate for an excuse about not doing anything about our country... that you're now blaming ladies that you didn't even know existed until this competition! Father... I'm going to marry one of these young ladies one day... and you need to learn to share your power. Because, power can be a great gift, if used for good... but if used the wrong way... it becomes a curse more than a blessing."

That shut the King up, and soon, he was burning up with fury. "You think you can outsmart me, SON!!? Well... think again! I'm older and wiser than you!"

"You're right dad," Evan states. The King looks pleased, but then Evan continues, "About one thing. You are old, but you definitely AREN'T wise." This makes the King absolutely furious. "I'm done with you son... I'm embarrassed to even call you my son!"

"Well... I'm even more embarrassed to call you my dad, Your Majesty!" Evan yells, and walks over to me. "I'm so sorry, Bree. You probably just saw all of that, didn't you," he shakes his head sadly. "Welllll... I didn't see everything... but I definitely heard everything," I admit.

We board the plane and I try to forget everything that happened 20 minutes ago. The prince is sitting way up front with the rest of his family. The ladies sit on the right aisle, and the men sit on the left. I'm sitting next to Krista, and we are chatting about our families. "So, do you have any siblings?" I ask her. "Yeah, I do. Three, actually. A little brother named Samuel, an older sister named Ophelia, and a baby sister named Dorothy," she responds. "How 'bout you?" she asks, forgetting that Heather had died. A couple tears slipped out, and Krista immediately embraces me in a tight hug. "I'm so so so so sorry, Bree... I totally forgot," she apologizes. "I-It's fine..." I stutter, tears continuing to fall.

I hear footsteps coming toward us, and I look up. Evan is making his way to everyone, probably just to check up on our status. When he sees me crying, he is right by my side, wiping away the water forming near my eyes. "I'll leave you two alone," Krista excuses herself, and goes over to Aurelie. "Lemme guess... it's about Heather," he predicts. "Correct," I manage a smile, and he wraps an arm around me. "Even though this happened a long time ago... why do I still cry when someone mentions her name?" I ask, and soon, I'm full out bawling. Aurelie peers over at me, as do some of the suitors, but Evan shoots them a look, and they go back to their business. "It's normal, darling. Shhhh... try to get some rest before we land," he rubs my back, and I'm soon fast asleep with Evan's warm breath on my hair.