New Princess in town

Part 1: The Scam

"Hey Jen, come here," My mom called out to me. It was a delightful Friday in early January, and I have already finished my schoolwork for the week. I was chilling in my teal room with the walls covered in my art, like a giant growing collage. It is small, but just what I like. With my blue comforter, pink sheets, and mis-matched pillowcases, it is artsy and cozy, just like me.

"Coming," I called out, getting off my bed, walking over the bean bag that sat next to it, covered with extra pillows and some small dolls that sat right next to my window. My window was hidden away by a cute, little, thin beach blanket. My floor was covered in random clothes that I need to pick up before mom yells at me, baskets of laundry that I forgot to fold, trash that I never remember to take out, and art supplies in a mass of boxes that I can never find a place for. 

Walking past the bathroom I share with my brother, Rob, and Rob's room, I then walked into the living room. With light yellow walls and a periwinkle blue accent wall, it has the tv residing in the corner on top of a repurposed bookcase. Two couches point in the direction of the glass window doors that lead out to the back yard and patio. With a nice coffee table in the middle, it is a little bit of a mess, but it is ours. Once I was in her view, I asked my mom, "What is up? What do you need?"

"Here," she said handing me an envelope over the countertop that separated the kitchen and the living room. The envelope was fancier than I had ever seen, outside of some movie or tv show. On one side was calligraphy writing. It had my address, the return address, and my name. And for someone my age that was even weirder than if you were an adult. The only letters I get are test scores and birthday cards. On the other side it had a wax seal. That one was less surprising to me. I have dabbled with those for fun... the first time, I might have lit the wax itself  on fire. Not entirely sure how I did that. The shape that was embedded in this seal, though, was some sort of crest.

"Go on open it, I want to see," my mom encouraged as we both moved to sit on the couch next to each other. With my great anxiety dog (and by that, I mean that my dog has great anxiety) by my side, I began to open the letter.

"Ok, this is so weird," I said as I started to peel the wax away to open the letter. The wax gave way quickly, without any trouble. I then pulled out the letter, only now learning that paper can be fancy. Setting the envelope aside on the coffee table that was in front of me. I unfolded the letter, to see more calligraphy.

It read:

Dear Jenna Malem,

I am writing you to inform you of some unusual and wonderful news. You are the next princess of Bellator. Due to the unfortunate passing of the late Queen Dorothea Adel Rosabell Sandra Lunonem the 3rd. With no heir or partner in life, the throne is given the next closest relative that could be crowned Queen. You are that girl. Your Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother Princess Constance Azure Liliana Lunonem was a runaway princess. Her older sister ruled, and she ran away and married in the United States and had her descendants there. By following the way of royal lineage, you would be the next to be given the throne. This is a matriarchy, after all. With great pleasure do we welcome you to your Kingdom. We will send a representative to come and teach you all you and your family need to know for you to be coronated as Queen. You will have a regent till you are of age, to rule. Your family line has been far from the luxury it should have been, but fear not. You and your family will be given luxury that you could never imagine. Anything you want or wish will be yours. Just please contact us. You are our next Princess and Queen.

Sincerely, Sir Theodore Hudson of Bellator

"So, we are getting scammed right?" I said looking at mom, who had little make-up on, her hair was pulled back into a clip, small pieces falling around her face. 

"Oh, yeah, no way we aren't. I have never heard of a princess in our family. But hold on to it, boy do I want to see the boys' reactions." She shook her head slightly thinking about how they would react to this.

"Yeah, will do." I replied as I handed mom the letter.

"Hey," my brother shouted as he walked in. I had to curl up, having just had the dog jump on some sensitive areas, trying to get to Rob as fast as he could. Rob then prepared for the incoming love attack from the accurately named Hurricane the dog.

"Hey Rob, someone's trying to scam me." I said with a chuckle, looking at my brother who stood in the kitchen petting Hurricane.

"What," he said slightly confused and slightly trying to not completely burst out laughing, he asked looking up, with the same brown eyes that we both inherited from our mom.

"Hey," My dad called walking in from the garage door.

"Hey, dad." I called as he walked and put his bag down in his and mom's room that is right next to the couch that me and mom are still sitting on.

"Hey, you guys really want to see this." my mom told the two, holding out the letter for one of them to take.

"Oh, what is it?" Dad asked coming to sit with us, on the adjacent couch with Rob still standing.

"Oh, Jen is getting scammed." My brother explained.

"Really, should we be concerned?" Dad asked, looking at mom to see what she thought about this situation.

"No look at this," she then pushed for him to read the letter, which he did.

"Rob, when dad is done you need to read this, really. You might find it funny." I told him, when my dad started laughing, at the absurdity of our situation.

"Alright give it to me." Rob said fully annoyed to not be in on the joke. Dad then handed it to him, when Rob had walked over to where dad was. "This... are serious. This is absurd."

"Yeah, should we actually look into this?" I started to ask, "Like give it to Grandpa J, let him do his family history thing?" I continued waiting for the laughter that was sure to follow, all of us having listened to Grandpa J talk about his family tree, from that website.

"That was a good one Jen, I got to give it to you." Rob said as the laughter died down.

"Thanks, man," I replied smiling at the fact that I made a good joke.