The Converse Princess

5- Yes, Thats Right

      Skimming over the crowd I quickly find my friends, running to them and casting a rushed wave at Isaac. I sit down, hair askew and breathing heavily. The girls watch me, interested. "What's up?" Adrian asks, pulling her blonde hair from her face.

I fiddle with my shorts, playing with the frayed edges. I shake my head, feeling as though I'd start crying if I told them I'd be retiring my blue uniform on Monday for a dress and tiara. The previous night was nothing short of fun.

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I stare at my parents, my brothers warped around the room watching as Rita explained everything. It was hard to get a handle on anything she was saying. I was a princess, next in line for the throne of England– which meant my grandmother or something was the queen at this very moment.

"Of course you will have to be in England by next week so we can start your lessons and such. You will take the throne on your sixteenth birthday, two years from now and–" I shake my head at her.

"No, my fifteenth birthday is two months away, because Ethan is turning sixteen next month... one year, and I'll be queen." I drag my hands down my face, crossing my legs and tapping the star on the converse I had put on for comfort.

"I see, a year then. I will inform the queen and head of organizing. You're flight will take off next Wednesday, at precisely one o'clock at the private airport. I will see you then your Highness, good day." Rita left the house, the man flanking her.

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Maya placed a hand on my shoulder, shaking me lightly to get my attention. I look up, saddened when I see Isaac. I was leaving my friends, the guy I've loved for months now all to run a country because the queen– I don't want to say it, she's my grandmother and I would be taking her crown even though I haven't met her!

"What's wrong?" Isaac whispers, bending down slowly. I rub my eyes, standing up and walking from the cafeteria. I made my way to the gym, outside to the football field before they stopped me.

"Hey! Kaylin, what's going on with you? Why're you crying?" Demi asks, running up with everyone else. I look to the sky, pulling hair from my face before turning back to them with a sad smile.

"I'm crying because I am leaving." They stare at me, confusion written all over their faces. It reminded me of my chapter for class, how Kaitlin was saying goodbye. "I'm going to England for the rest of my life because, well," I laugh nervously. "I'm taking the queens place as queen when I turn sixteen. I'm the long-lost princess so to speak."

      Adrian, Maya, Kit, Jules, Demi and Maya laugh dryly, as if they didn't want to believe it was the truth. "You are joking right?" Everything goes quiet, and my hands wrap around my temples.

      I shake my head furiously. "No, it's true. I-I'm so sorry," I hiccup. "I'm leaving Wednesday, and I'm staying I-in England." I cry harder when it hits me. "I'm leaving you guys, and I'll miss you so- so– much!" My shoulders shake, my hair flys everywhere and tears fall into the soft green grass.

      Someone wraps their arms around me and pulls me to their chest. "It's okay Kaylin, it's okay." Isaac soothes. I hiccup again, burying my face into his chest and crying loudly.

      "No! I'm leaving you guys... I-I'm leaving you, Isaac." Sobbing wasn't usually my thing, since I grew up with seven brothers it'd been years since I've cried like this, but now I couldn't stop; everything from over the years was slamming into my back and pushing me over a cliff of emotions.

Isaac doesn't say anything, and instead holds me on the football field, my friends watching us sway on the grass as I cry.

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I clung to my friends at Cadets, and I couldn't stop going to the bathroom and running my fingers over my ranks and lanyard and ribbons and pins. This had been my life for the past two years and I was leaving it behind.

In two days I would be leaving for England, so my friends are taking me out tomorrow and skipping classes. Apparently it's a 'shop till we drop' day, and boy do we shop.

Maya and Demi walk in, frowning as I peel off my head dress and untie my bun. My uniform hung on a hanger waiting to be put away in supply.

In silence we walk out, my head down. Others stare as I pass, uniform in hand and frowning. "Sir?" I catch the attention of the officer in charge of supply and uniforms. My arms snap out, tears gather in my eyes as I wait for him to take the uniform.

Instead he pushes it back to me, smiling. "Take it with you, wear it when you can and be proud Adams." I felt like breaking down into millions of tears and hiccups but kept my face cool as I nodded and walked to Julian who was waiting for me in the foyer.

I smile at the arena we had marched in, the arena I made friends in and the arena Isaac had found out I liked him in. Finally, with one last glance to my fellow cadets and officers I salute and walk outside, leaving a part of me behind.

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That was actually emotional for me to write! I myself am I cadet and just the thought of giving up my uniform EVER makes me want to cry.

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Kayla-Jean