Just In Time

Coincidence

I was freaking out. I rushed downstairs to meet a pregnant Nichole laying on the couch. I needed to tell someone about this. But not her.

"Could Laela sleepover tonight? I'm having a crisis!" I asked exasperated.

"It's already half past eleven Jen, it's too late for her to come over" she whispered out of her sleep deprived lips.

"Pleaasse," I begged, "also I've already texted her and she's okay with it." "Fine, just make sure to lock up" Nichole replied before she instantly fell asleep.

Thirty minutes later Laela was knocking at the front door. "This better be good," she said. "It always is," I replied.

We then headed up to my bedroom and Laela being the observant person she is quickly noticed the bottle and letter sitting on my table. "Where did you find this? Is this even a language? Why do you..."

I cut her off, "I found it floating on the water right before we left the beach. I took it with me because of the letter I noticed inside it and here's the translation. It's in Greek." I said as I motioned towards the laptop for her to read.

"Wait! Is this written to you?" She paused. "Just read." I quickly responded. I then watched as Laela continued to scroll down the page reading the letter, her eyes enlargening with every passing second. She then read it again as did I trying to process all the words and its meaning.

"1946??" She finally questioned.

"I know!"

"The Royal family??"

"I know!"

"Jenna??"

"That's me!"

"I know!" We both looked at each other astonished.

I didn't know why but Laela began to walk around the room with her hands on her head. I could only guess the same rush of questions were flowing through her head as it did with me. Why was I the one to find the bottle? The person who happened to have the same name as the princess the letter was actually addressed to. Was it faith? Is this a joke?

But how could it be? Who in their right mind would forge a Greek letter and place it where I would find it to freak me out? It just doesn't make sense.

"I'm going to skype August," Laela said as she pulled me out of my trance, "he's the smart one."

"Okay," I replied. Even though August was the player of the school he was also the smartest guy I knew. He got straight A's and was the top of his class so when puberty hit it didn't change who he truly was. A nerd. It's honestly what I love most about him. He didn't change who he was even when the girls came running.

".. and everybody's watching her, but she's looking at," he answered the call.

"August, don't," I quickly cut him off as he watches through the laptop screen cheekily.

"What can I do for you?" He asks while adjusting himself and his laptop on the bed.

I then proceeded to tell him everything that happened from since I found the letter to that very moment. His face did not seem to change from the same blank expression it had when we started. After a minute passed he finally said, "That's fake. Think about it princess, how cliché is a servant boy falling in love with royalty? And finds a way to talk through writing letters? Let's be real for a moment."

"What does surprise me though," he continues, "how could the letter be written to some one with your exact name?"

"Also who would waste their time to write a fake letter and send it out to sea?" Laela adds.

"True, okay so hear is a solution, post a picture of the actual letter next to the translation and tell your story. I'm sure someone knows something in this day and age." August suggests.

"That would take forever," I complain. "But atleast it's worth a try," he said.

I couldn't argue with that. Even though it may take a lifetime, it was the only possible solution. There was no address and no last names. There was nothing I could do.

So after a while the picture with my story was posted on all my social media sites and shared between my school friends and family.

All we could have done now was wait.

I guess it wouldn't be long until the post gained some attention because as anyone could see, it was quite fascinating.

As the night passed along we stayed up together, ate and watch movies. It was about forty-five minutes past two by now and I could hear Laela's yawns.

"I'm going to sle..." I was cut off by someone suddenly bursting through my door.

"Jen, do you think Laela likes..." he froze.