There are two kinds of people in the world, those who can throw their things away without feeling anything, even their grandmother's necklace that she gave them before she died and those who enact a Greek tragedy even just to throw some used shoes.
I am definitely in the second category, I hate to separate myself from my objects, since I was little I've been having a strange obsession with things, I can't kick them out, I have a feeling that they can suffer for my abandonment as the toys in Toy Story did.
I don't know if anyone of you has ever seen Hanna Montana, but there's a scene where she wanders through her closet like a damned in the Divine Comedy touching her old clothes and crying recalling moments spent with them as concerts or scenes from her life.
"Your Highness you're worrying me, stop talking to that dress" my nanny says, Miss Fiona raised me since childhood and, together with Kirby, she's one of the people who knows me best and is perfectly aware of my obsession for my clothes.
"Fiona smell this fabric, it's Indian and I can still smell Prince Xavier's scent on it, do you remember how beautiful I was that night at the royal dinner? I was perfect, no one was like me" I say and the woman smiles nodding, I get up and run towards Dior black lacquered shoes with some diamonds on them.
"My babies, I wore you at the Dalai Lama's birthday, do you remember when he congratulated me because he said I looked like a young Angelina Jolie?" I carefully put my shoes back and I reach my coat the colour of corn.
"Oh holy Beyoncé, what about this? I still remember when I wore it at the opening ceremony of the hospital for poor children" I keep caressing the fabric as if it were a puppy while my nanny looks at me worried, Kirby enters in the huge three-way wardrobe and goes beside Fiona watching me as I'd watch a person with the ballet flats.
"Miss Rebecca, do you feel well?" He asks me with kindness, I look up from the buttons of my coat looking into his dark eyes.
"How would you feel if someone took away your arm? How has Lindsey Lohan felt when when the police found her cocaine? How has Miles Cyrus felt when her dog Floyd died?"
I ask screaming and they move back frightened by me.
"I'm sorry Your Highness but you must get ready because you are leaving at sunset" Fiona says and I contain the instinct to start crying and singing a farewell song to my necklaces, I get up and after saying goodbye for the last time to my best friends, my shoes, and to my sisters, my bags, I wave one last time to my kids, my clothes.
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"We are going on a mission, not to a runway show" Michael says as soon as he sees me entering the room where they're all sitting in wait for me, obviously every courteous person stands up bowing down as I pass except for those four who were seated and, in addiction to that, don't either move their long legs from the table.
"I dress as I please" I say referring to my white royal dress that is tight along the chest and then lightly falls on the hips and reaches the ground covering my high-heeled shoes.
"Those shoes will be your death warranty" The guy laughs and I frown at him.
"Mr. Clifford these matters don't concern you, you have the duty to defend me, not to judge my clothing" I say and the guy rolls his eyes and gets up abruptly.
"Anyway I like the dress, it's classy, Princess" The blonde boy says smiling politely, I look at him confused by the compliment and he winks before turning to Michael who's pointing to the map behind him.
"If we want this crap to end well we must do it in our way, no army, no Lieutenant, no Colonel, I decide, you do as we want" he says and the Colonel clenches his fists along his hips, I'd be angry too if someone like Michael spoke to me like that.
"Perfect, when are we leaving for the trip?" Ashton asks laughing and Michael smiles before looking with his green eyes at me.
"If Her Highness mustn't have tea with the Queen even now" He says and the others begin to laugh for his stupid joke while I stay serious.
"We leave now, get my limousine prepared" I say but Michael stops me immediately.
"Forget it, we're going with our jeep" He says with a straight face, I raise my eyebrow and place my hands on my hips as a sign of defiance.
"Do you dare to contradict my order? Let me remind you that I am the Princess" The guy walks straight towards me in big strides and with his gaze in my eyes, the soldiers point their guns at him and he puts his hands up in surrender, stopping a few centimetres away from me.
I observe him closely, his eyes seem even lighter, his lips stand out against his fair skin and appear reddened, I can't deny he's a nice guy but each of his details screams danger and I want to stay away from him.
"Listen up, Cinderella, I don't give a fuck of who you are or who you will be, to me now you're just a mission to complete in order to have my freedom back, I will not treat you differently from how I treat everybody who pisses me off and my dear you really piss me off, I don't want to hear your spoiled princess's moans and neither to see you cry because you broke your nail, I want to see you with your head down and silent while you do what I say whether you like it or not" he says evilly and without ever taking his eyes off mines, even though my heart is beating madly I am not afraid of him therefore I move slightly towards him.
"I'm not scared of you, just for you to know, you're just a rude assassin who will end up in Hell" I say while he raises his eyebrow surprised.
"And you're an asshole" I see in the corner of my eye the Colonel approaching us to scold Michael for what he said but without taking his eyes off me the guy takes his gun out of his pocket and points it to the Colonel.
"If I were you and you didn't want to lose your leg I wouldn't move Sir" He says and I swallow.
"Leave him alone" I say and the guy laughs putting his gun back in his pocket and walking away from me making me breathe again.
"Prepare my jeep" He says to the soldiers, I refuse to listen to him further so I decide to get out of the room.
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"It has only five places" I say pointing at the car.
"Nothing gets past you, huh" Calum says loading the weapons into trunk, I clearly hear Ashton's laugh who is leaning against the vehicle with his back while watching me with his arms crossed.
"You are not bringing all that stuff." Michael says pointing to my only ten suitcases, I look at him in disbelief, I usually carry at least twenty bags, he cannot be serious.
"Yes I am" I say taking one of the suitcases and throwing it in the trunk, risking to hit the Chinese boy who scolds me with a threatening glare.
"I said no" the boy repeats while I go and get the second suitcase on my own, I ignore Michael's comment and I do the same gesture than before to throw it in the trunk, but before I can toss it a gunshot stops me.
I look up and see my suitcase with a hole in the middle, I open my mouth wide incredulous and throw the bag on the ground looking at the guy who has just shot in hate.
"It was a Louis Vuitton, animal" I scream and rolling his eyes, he shoots all other bags, ruining them.
"Yeah, well now we're fine, get in the car" Michael says shrugging, I contain all of my instincts to hurt him while I hold my screams too.
"I'm sorry Princess" I recognize Hemming's voice who lays an hand on my shoulder making me shiver, with a slap I take it off.
"Don't dare to touch me" I say and I move closer to Kirby that greets me with a sad look and a bow.
"Good luck Your Highness" I wish I could hug him since he has always been like a father to me but, being a Princess, I can't do that so I just nod, I also greet Fiona, who dries a tear before bowing down to me.
"Move your royal ass" Ashton yells and grumble turning to the car and watching the door closed opposite me.
"Are you getting in?" Calum asks looking at me as if I'm an alien.
"I need you to open the door" I say a monotonous tone and I hear Michael telling me to fuck off, I ignore the comment and keep waiting Calum's gesture, the asian boy snorts before opening the door.
There are only three seats in the back row and one is already occupied by Luke who is quietly playing with an arrow, I roll my eyes before sitting next to him, careful not to touch him.
"Can we leave or did you forget to say goodbye to the scullery boy?" Michael asks and I roll my eyes crossing my arms.
This will be a long journey.
Hey Everybody
By the translator
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