Sucked into the Royal Family

1 - How It Begins

Ok so I know I am by no means a professional writer, so this might not be the best story, but I will try to improve my writing skills as the story goes along.  Sorry it took me so long to start this story but I just got really busy will school and had a massive writers block.  Anyway hope you enjoy!

Di :)

P.S.  I know that this has nothing to do with the actual royal family, I made all of the characters up and this has nothing to do with the real royal family.  I also know it is going to be difficult to remember all of the characters in the story so I am trying to find people that I like to be "casted" as them but more will come soon!

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“Are you sure this is ok mom?”

“Honey, you will be fine!  Your father and I are so proud of you!  This is an opportunity of a lifetime!  You have to take it!”  My mom always has to be optimistic.  I was offered to be a foreign exchange student in London, but I have been deciding to actually go or not for my fear of being away from home for too long was taking over.

“Sweetheart, you are going to have an amazing time!  We will be able to visit you once you get settled in.”  My dad said with a smile.

“Yea which is like three months from today.”  I said as a put my last piece of luggage in the taxi car.  “I’m going to miss you guys so much!”  I said chocking back tears.  This was the first time I would actually be away from them for this long.

“We will be able to call and FaceTime every night now that I upgraded to the international package so make sure to call us before you go to bed!”  My dad said.  We said our last goodbyes as I got into the taxi.

“Miss...?”

“Oh sorry!”  It seems like I dosed off during the trip over.  The taxi had stopped and when I looked outside we were already at the airport.  “Thank you so much for taking me to the airport!” 

“No problem miss.”  I got out of the taxi to get my things when I realized that my luggage was already being taken away by some guys in suits and earphones that looked like security.

“Hey!  What are you doing with my luggage!”  I called and ran towards them.

“Are you miss Lillian Hastings?”  One of them asked me as they passed through airport security with me in tow.

“Yes.”

“We have specific orders to have you escorted to a private jet.”

I stop in my tracks.  “What!”  One of the men saw that I have stopped and doesn’t hesitate to pick me up and carry me along.  “Put me down!”  I say as my feeble attempt to struggle is no match for this mans muscles.  “This is considered kidnapping!”

“We will explain everything once we board the plane.”  Why was nobody noticing my struggling and screaming?  Why was everybody looking at use like we were celebrities when really I was being kidnapped by some strange men!  We were nearing the private boarding area where I saw six young look men and what looked like to be a very regal older man.  He looked pleased to see me.  

“So this is the girl huh.”  He said.  “My name is William, the king of England, and these are my sons.  Of course I will let them introduce themselves once we board.  William said as he waved them along.  I could not believe what was happening.  This had to be some kind of crazy mix up.

“I am not getting on until you explain what the heck is going on!” I say attempting once again to free myself only to get about and inch of space between me and the security guard.