Chapter 2

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When I woke up, I noticed that the bed felt different. I sat up and fell off in shock. This had to be a dream. It just had to be! I couldn't be in England!

When I fell off the bed, I had knocked a vase off a nightstand. Figures I would manage that. I was about to get up and clean up the when a maid ran through the door.

She began to pick up the shattered pieces by hand and drop them into a bag. Her medium length, red hair was pulled up into a normal ponytail but her face was turned away from me. I still lay on the floor, trying to figure out who it was.

After the maid finished with the vase, she stood and held a hand out to me, "'Er yo k, Prince Jonathan?"

I knew that voice. I hadn't known it for long, but I still knew it better than anyone else's. But I still had to make sure, "Who... Who are you?"

"Ah-Ah'm sorry Prince. Ah thought ya'd heard," she explained. "Ah'm new here. Ma whole family is. Ah'm Max."

My eyes got as wide as dinner plates. I was afraid of that. Her hand was still held out so I took it and she helped me up, brushing me off.

"'er yo k, Prince?" she asked again.

"Y-Yes..." How had I gotten here? More importantly, "Do you remember me?"

"W-What?"

Okay, that probably wasn't the best way to ask that. "I mean, back in America."

Max shook her head, looking very confused. "Ah didn't know you before Ah moved her from America, Prince Jonathan."

Oh great... Not only was Ghost alone, but the love of my life didn't know me...

"Prince Jonathan?" Why was she calling me that? I hated being called that. "Is everythin' alright?"

I decided just to say it, "Not really. Don't call me that."

She looked a little afraid, "D-Don't call ya what, Prince Jonathan?"

"That! Don't call me that!"

Her head sunk low on her shoulders. "S-Sorry..."

I'd just scared her! What was WRONG with me?! I held up my hands, "Please, Max. Just... Just go..."

She fearfully nodded and stepped out. She was afraid...

I'd just woken up andI had already had it. I couldn't take this. Max, the girl I found comfort induring the worst of times, was afraid of me because I was rich and her motherwas a monster! Why does my life hate me?!

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