One Direction and Princess Protection Program

Chapter 2

I hate life. I just spent a half hour on updating the first paragraph (I also added three hundred words, but whatevs) now I gotta start over! Be a few more hours guys. I gotta goto school

Saphira s POV

  I was heartbroken and angry. I was past the stage of crying and now I seethed beside Azula. How could my mom not trust me to handle the invasion?! She wanted me to become queen yet didn't want me to dare help protect my kingdom. That was hypocritical and I was mad. If she wanted me to tap over so bad, then she needed to stinkin' trust me!
    I would've continued in my mental tirade had it not been for the quiet sniffle I heard from beside me.
    I glanced over to see Azula staring at the ground, tears streaming down her face. I stamped down my anger, saving it for later. My sister needed me, not my anger.
   "It'll be ok." I whispered, doing my best to hug her around the straps that held us in our seats.
    Azula let loose a sob as she buried her face in my shoulder. Her shoulders shook as she cried, and I wrapped a protective arm around her.
    We stayed this way for a while, holding tight to one another. We only pulled apart when I noticed the helicopter descending through the window. I pulled away and Azula sat up while rubbing her face free of tears. She too, turned around and watched out the window as an unfamiliar, quite lonely looking island came into view.
    None of us talked as it landed with a jolt, and the silent treatment continued even after the choppers stopped and General Jackson opened the door. Azula and I undid our straps and did the only thing we could,  followed him. After all, I highly doubted the helicopter would be taking us back home anytime soon.
   I stumbled onto the hot sand of a white beach, water lapping on one side and a forest spanning the other side. Azula landed beside me and looked around. A sad look still haunted her features, and i was about to comfort her when suddenly a smile split her face.
   Azula began skipping along after General Jackson, her bare feet kicking up sand that stuck to the hem of her now wet and ruined dress. A sent her a sad look,  realizing this antic. Azula had a nasty habit of acting goofy no matter how she felt on the inside. She could be dying on the inside but still act hyperactive. Someday I would figure out how she did it. Someday I would protect her from having to do it.
   I began to follow my two companions, and when we got half way down the beach I heard the helicopter start up.
   I whirled around, eyes wide. "He's leaving us!" I yelled and did my best to run towards the helicopter. I made it a few steps befor i tripped over my hem and fell into the sand. I spit out the disgusting granules while getting up again.
   It was too late. The helicopter was gone before I could even take a few more steps.
   "No!!" I screamed, angrily pulling my hair out of its already messy bun.
   "Saphira!" Azula's voice yelled, drawing closer.
    I turned, furiously wiping away tears as I saw my baby sister running to me. General Jackson had also come, but at a slower pace than Azula.
    "We're stranded!" I accused General Jackson, bypassing my sister's worried look. She reached for me, then pulled back. I ignored the look on her face and focused on stalking closer to Jackson.
   "Where are we? What are we doing? Why the hell did that helicopter just leave us?!" I accused, fed up with the sense of mystery Jackson and my mother seemed fond of.
   I noticed Azula cringe at the language, but I was too upset to care. I wanted answers and i wanted them now.
   Jackson met my glare before turning around and bluntly said," To a safe place. We're almost there." He then began marching back into the dreary looking woods, leaving me and my sister to sit there and stutter. I was sure smoke was coming out of my ears as I stomped after General Jackson.
   After a few minutes of my silent seething and Azula's nervous humming, we came to a giant rock. Jackson then ran his hand over it. He seemed to find what he was looking for and pressed it. A clicking sound echoed from inside the rock. Seconds later a panel slid to the side to reveal a high tech elevator.
  I raised a skeptical eyebrow, unfolding my arms. I was still pissed, but this was interesting. I could hate General Jackson and still figure out what the hell was going on.
   Azula squealed in excitement as she ran into the elevator, once again managing to forget all her worries in a way I envied.
   "How do you get it to work?" Azula inquired as  she began to press random spots on the wall.
   A small smile creeped onto my face at her antics. Azula always managed to make everything better, whether she tried to or not was a mystery. I stepped in after her, sneaking and pushing a spot on the wall or two.
   Jackson just shook his head, his face staying stoick as always. He then stepped in after us and the doors closed behind our group.
    He the spoke out, "Agent Jackson Moore. I have the princesses."
   As soon as the words left his mouth, a picture of a woman appeared on one of the walls which I now realized were giant screens.
   "Welcome Princess Saphira and Princess Azula." The blonde woman smiled.
   "You are here for your protection." This woman sent us a smile. "We are the Princess Protection Program. You have been sent here because..." an endearing smile flittered on her lips. "Well, why don't you come in?"
   Azula and i exchanged skeptical glances before our attention was averted to the sliding doors. On the other side stood the woman. She was smiling as workers bustled around her. Mass amounts of technology and desks and workers were everywhere.
   Azula and I took hesitant steps forward. Azula seemed to be unable to uphold her facade of energy as she walked into the extremely foreign environment.
   The lady walked up to us and gave us a small bow. I scanned her up and down, deciding if i liked her or not was still up in the air. Azula eagerly returned the gesture, hiding behind the energy once again.
  "Welcome to the PPP. We are an association of people who specialize in extracting princesses in trouble and relocating them to safe environments. We recently had a princess safely and successfully extracted. Her kingdom was under attack in much the same way as your own. She made friends in her relocation and her kingdom was saved in the end. We pride ourselves on our fluid and successful work." She began walking while talking and using big hand motions in her excitment to tell us of all the successes they had had.
   "Here we are going to put you through 4 phases. Extraction, we've already completed that one. Then make over, that is what you will do here. Next is a new identity and finally relocation." She explained as she led us past people who were measuring, testing, and fixing up girls who I guessed were Princesses too. Each princess cast us different looks. I saw arrogance , fear, nervousness, and the very rare smile. I sympthothized with the angry few that fought against the dressers who tried dressing them. I wished I could do that. I wanted to storm around throwing things and demanding I be sent back. However that was not only extremely childish, but I knew Azula would not join me and I did my want anything to risk us being sent to different locations. I wouldn'tput splitting us up past Jackson.
   The woman led us to a room with every style and color of clothes, two hair salons, and other fashionable things that made my mouth water. As I looked around, I couldn't completely squash the giddy feeling. I loved clothes, and i was about to get a whole new wardrobe. 
   Azula studied the room, a smile spreadng from ear to ear. I could practically hear her thoughts screaming 'cosplay'.
   The lady watched us as she continued to explain. "This is where we are going to change your look, turn you into modern girls. Here sit." She guided me to the first salon seat.
   I swiveled in the chair towards the mirror and finally saw myself since leaving home. I was a mess. My honey colored hair hung in scraggly curls, sand and dirt was smudged all over my face, my make up was running, and my dress was a little worse for wear.
   I cringed at my appearance, thankful when a stylist wrapped a tarp around my neck and got out some hair supplies. I began chanting in my head a reminder, 'i hate Jackson but not makeovers. I hate Jackson but not makeovers.'
   Azula was ushered to the other seat where she eagerly sat down and began looking at all the hair supplies as her stylist tried pushing her back into the seat.
   Jackson stood at the door watching us carefully. I blatantly ignored him, hoping the cold shoulder might elicit at least some form of emotion. Since leaving, he hadn't been anything but a stone wall.
  The stylist began combing through my tangled mess of hair, trying to be careful. After the first few seconds of struggling, I sighed and took the brush from her. I reached up and ran it harshly through my long strands, ignoring the small pangs of pain as I ripped some hair out with each stroke.
   I finished in half the time it took her to comb out one section and returned the brush to her. The girl sent me a gratified look, then took a strip of my hair. Her scissors neared my long and prided brown hair.
   I tried bracing myself, but the nearer it got the less sure I felt. "No stop!" I yelled, giving in.
   I swiveled towards Jackson, acknowledging him for the first time. I pointedly glared. I really wanted to hang onto my anger, but i desperately needed to know this answer. I needed to know before we went to far and could never go back. So, i met his eyes and asked, "Is this really necessary to protect our island?"
   Jackson's face softened as he nodded and then said, "I promise. This is for the good of everyone."
   I held his gaze looking for any hint of a lie. Seeing none, i took deap breath and nodded. I squeezed my eyes shut as the stylist began snipping at my hair. There was a change coming and i could no longer stand in denial.

2 hours later

I looked at my self in the mirror, completely amazed by my transformation. I was wearing a purple and white striped t-shirt with jeans. Really cute white and purple converse covered my feet. My brown hair was cut to mid-length and now I had layers, a face frame, bangs, and it was all straightened. I had NEVER worn jeans before and my hair had never been cut. I looked like a completely different person. I walked out of the changing room in a daze, amazed by how absolutely comfortable i was. Never before had dresses felt constricting, but now i didnt plan on wearing one any time soon.
  As I exited my changing stall, I saw Azula walking out of her own. She was stunning! She wore a pastel green and peach striped blouse under black suspenders that hooked to a black miniskirt. She had thigh high peach socks with  sparkly black combat boots on her feet. Her hair was shorter than mine and had more choppy layers thst weng higher than mine did. She also had pastel pink tips mixed in with her dark brown hair. They had given her swooping bangs that fell right about her green eyes and cover her whole forehead.
   She froze and stared at me while I stared at her.
   The seconds ticked by before she squealed and tackled me and we went to the ground, hard. That didn't stop her chattering though. "Wow. You look awesome Saphira!!" She gushed from her spot on top of me. I blushed and pushed her off before looking at her again. She now sat with her legs splayed out beside her and her hands helped to push her self closer to me as she leaned.
   I laughed at her scruntched up face before complementing her back. "You look good too, little sis! A nice mix of dark and happy. Darpy!" I proclaimed the new word an we both lapsed into giggles. It was nice to be able to still have fun like this even though our world had crumpled.
   I stood up and extended a hand to help Azula up. She grabbed it and bounced up. We dusted ourselves off then walked down the hallway together.
   We returned to the room we were in earlier and were greeted by oohs and ahs.
   "You ladies disguise well!" Jackson joked, and i almost choked on air. He went from stone wall to joking, like what the crap?! Azula simply blushed then asked, "What are we doing next?" In a tone of voice only she could pull off. How the heck did she sound energized yet sophisticated at the same time?
   "Next, we give you new identities." The Director explained with her ever present smile. "You", she pointed at me, "are now Sapphire Roberts, and you", she pointed at Azula," Are now Azure Roberts. You are moving to England to live with your sick Grandmother. You come from Saginaw, Michigan, USA. Do you got it?" She finished, looking at us for confirmation. We mulled over the stories for a second, shared one of our looks, then nodded. This could work. I was pretty sure we could remember something like that.
   Jackson left his station at the door and came over to us. He began to usher us out, all the while proclaiming, "Then let us get you to England!"
   Azula and i actually began talking as we walked back through the base. My anger was buried for now and it seemed Azula would be ok with forgetting about our problems for the moment, so forget we did.
   Eventually we made it back to the beach. Now that i wasnt blinded by rage and terror, i could appreciate the beautiful landscape that surrounded me. Definitely vacation worry if I wasn't running for my life.
  After a few seconds of marvelling, we climbed into the helicopter, ready to go start our new life of hiding.

Ah mah gawsh I done!!! Took me bloody forever but I'm done! Whoop whoop! Hope you love it (btw, it's one thousand seven hundred words longer.)
-bekabook's friend