Love is Worth Fighting For - A Selection Fan Fiction

Chapter 9

POV: ANNABELLA
I ran to my room. I practically slammed the door behind me. I layed against it with my hand cupped over my life in uncontrollable  laughter. I look up to see three girls staring at me. My maids Mia, Jayne and Dakota. They burst into laughter with me, or probably at me.

"What happened?" Mia asked. I threw myself on the bad.

"Guys," I started, "you'll hate me but, I left without being excused." They looked at me wide eyed. It didn't last long. We all errupted in laughter again. Nervous laughter. They didn't want me to go and neither did I.

I fell asleep somewhere in the laughter. When I opened my eyes, I was met to knocking on your door. I got up and looked in the mirror. My maids behind me.

"I'll get it," I mouthed, they nodded. I opened the door to see Prince Charles  himself.

"Can I help you?" I asked. He looked at me bright red, shaking, sweating even.

" um," he stuttered, "I just came to, um, tell you that, that you can wear pants and your still in." He stared at me.

"Anything else?" I asked. He shook his head no like a little kid. I just noticed his height. We were practically the same height. Him a little taller. His face was a little chubby. His brown hair had so much product in it, nothing could move it. Before I closed the door he darted off like a scared little boy who wanted his mommy. I chuckled to my self and shut and locked the door. If almost on cue we all errupted I  laughter.

"His face," Dakota laughed.

"I've never seen him like that in my life," Jayne added. We all laughed for a couple more minutes. Another knock came to my door. I looked out the peep hole to see Ms. Martha, the lady in charge of the selected.

"Annabella, open up, we need you downstairs at once," she yelled. I ran to my closet.

"Mia, tell her I'll be down in a minute and that I need to freshen up,"I commanded. She followed. Meanwhile Dakota and Jayne helped me get into some jeans and a t-shirt. I added some slippers to my outfit and headed downstairs.

Little did I know that we were having dinner with the royal family. All the girls were wearing floor length dresses and I was wearing, jeans, a t-shirt and slippers. Everyone looked at me as I came down the stairs, whispering. Martha screamed. I smiled. We walked into the dining room. I let everyone go in first since I was in a relaxed mood. I walked in and took a seat. Someone tapped my shoulder.

"Um...you forgot to bow," she said. I smiled,

"Do I need to?" She gave me a horrid look and then shook her head and looked away. I sat close to the prince. He looked at me but didn't seem mad. He was laughing in his seat. His parents didn't seem to notice anyone. They just talked to each other laughing and smiling. I looked to see what shirt I was wearing. It was white with a black and gray picture of a male pop singer. It had an I love and then the picture. I pretended I didn't see it and dug into my plate. No one else was eating. I didn't care. If I'm hungry, I'm going to eat, if I want to wear pants, then I will. Life's only so long and in the end, no one's going to care if I eat out of turn. Well maybe Martha will, but that's her problem. I thought about what James said, to be myself. I almost feel as though I'm not being myself, I'm making myself. Here I am in the middle of a life changing experience just trying to figure out who I am. It's scary, palace life isn't real life and I don't want to end up doing something wrong, becoming someone who isn't respected or just leaving here worse off than I came.

The prince started eating and so the ladies followed. I was really starting to like the castle.