A Royal Rhapsody

Chapter 3;

Dear finn,

First of all, I am extremely flattered by your letter and thank you so much for your gifts! You really know my taste. :)

So, I had checked out your youtube account, and to be really honest, it’s kinda hard to believe that you like me. you have such wonderfully edited videos and you are so good-looking! And believe it or not, despite my overwhelming subscribers on youtube, you are my first ‘fanmail’ ever. Like eversince I started.

Also, how do I know that it’s really you that had sent me the letter? Maybe you could mention something like apples in your next video. You’re really too good to be true.

I really look forward to getting to know you. Thank you so much, finn polinski. :)

Yours,

Elle Johnson. (ellethbelle232)

I stared back at my reply letter. Too corny? Too blunt? Too simple? Ugh. This is so much harder than making a video.

That’s it. A video.

I’ll make a video. Tell them it’s my first fanmail and act super excited about it. Promote KickThePJ (although his channel probably has more subscribers than me). oh god why didn’t 3nI think of that.

I grabbed my Canon T3i, fixed the mic, make sure it’s switched on and propped it on the tripod. Smile elle, smile.

“hey guys, whassup how’re you doing, today’s video is going to be a little special. I’ve got….”

I waved the envelope around (I’d put the sweets and bracelets back, just to make it look like I didn’t open it), “my very first fanmail!” crazy hand gesture. “ okay, first of all, I did open it to see what was inside and there were like sweets and other stuffs…” ew, what was that? So gonna cut that out.

“This came from London, which excites me, because I’m all for the british people.” I smiled. “his name is finn polinski. KickThePJ,” I raised my eyebrows at the camera, “well, you, my friend, have a very spiffing—

“hey elle.” Dianne came into my room. Anger raged in me. Dianne knew better than to walk on me while doing a video. I calmed myself. I would just have to cut that part out.

Dianne came up next to me and waved retardedly at the camera. I laughed, like I always would. “and this is my sister , who had just barged in my room.” I smiled sweetly. In a Dianne-you’re-so-getting-it-from-me-after-this kind of way.  Dianne batted at the camera.  I  held up my finger to the camera.

“one second.”

I pushed Dianne out of frame. “what is it that you want?!” I hissed. My sister handed me another envelope. No, it wasn’t an envelope. it was more of a small parcel. A small blue parcel.

“just got in fresh from the postman. I was going out to pay the bills when he showed up on our doorstep.”  Dianne shrugged. “you think it’s from the PJ guy?” she asked.

I held the parcel in my hands, turning it around, trying to figure it out. If this guy was going to send me gifts he should at least mention me on twitter or something. He’s getting kinda creepy.

“thanks anyway. This is the perfect kick to my video.” I smiled thankfully. Just when I was about to go, Dianne grabbed my hand.

“you know, just be careful with this Finn guy. And be careful of what’s in that thing.” She warned. My heart skipped a beat.

“dianne….” I started. My sister laughed, then slapped my arm playfully.

“I was just kidding, silly!” she said. “you should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“ugh, just. Get. Out. Already!” I pushed her out of my room, towards the front door. “getoutanddon’tcomeback.” I said in one breath while I pushed her out. “bye.” I slammed the door in her laughing face.

I went back to my video, blue parcel still in my hand. “Dianne came in to gave me this.” I shrugged, acting like as if I didn’t give a flying fox on the parcel. “I honestly have no idea what’s in it, it could be a new present from KickThePJ,” I moved closer towards the camera. “or not.”

“everything starting from this minute of the video is going to be entirely candid. See, it’s still fresh out of the postman’s hands.” I showed the camera the parcel. "Let's just open," i ripped off the wrapping paper, it's not like it's hard, it's like it has been properly folded. It's really neat. "this. oh wow." another white envelope fell out.

"envelope." i waved it around. opening it, my heart beats faster. 

Dear Annasophia Marie Elle,

I am absolutely amazed at the way you write your story--

Wait. This isn't from KickThePJ isn't it? I turned back the envelope, nothing. I looked into the box.

Four airplane tickets. To London. And a booklet.

"What the heck even..." i continued reading the letter. 

it was beautifully written, although i must admit it is scarily accurate at how you describe Will's actions. 

"No, it can't be, this is an absolute joke..." i laughed nervously at the camera. But even the stupidest of derps could know that I'm actually freaking out.

Me and Will are exceptionally impressed by your hardwork and effort that you'd put in the book. However, this isn't the first time we had received such talented writers.

I sucked in my breath. "I honestly don't know what's going on but this letter, if making me all jumpy and happy and oh my god, it's supposed to be a joke....it must be..." i said.

so, that is why i, Catherine Middleton, the duchess of Cambridge, has written to you this letter, to invite you, alongside with 4 more writers to the palace. I would love to meet all of you and maybe we could talk about publishing your works that you've sent us. We have attached four plane tickets to London, where upon your arrival, there will be a royal chauffer to pick you up. Please RSVP through the address attached, and I hope to see you soon.

Yours Sincerely,

The Duchess Of Cambrige

Catherine Middleton.

I looked up to the camera. "AM I BEING PUNKED?!" I shouted to the empty house. "I KNOW IT'S A PRANK. IT ISN'T FUNNY!" I added, turning around. I grabbed my forehead and steadied myself. Catherine middleton is inviting me, to the palace. OH MY GOD. 

I grabbed my phone and dialled Dianne's number with shaky hands. Shit. Voicemail. But i'll leave a message anyway.

"Dianne, come home NOW. Emergency code Z+Z."