Mitchie's Point of View

I'm Michelle Rosalinda, princess of a small country. I'm the heir to the throne and I take the throne when I turn 18 in 9 months. Before I can take the throne I must marry. My parents were throwing me a ball in a while to decide my future husband. I'm sure I could find someone that I'd be fine spending the rest of my life with. I couldn't wait to take over my beautiful country.

"Michelle Rosalinda!" I heard someone call. I got out of bed and stretched quickly. A maid walked in and started making my bed.

"Your mother and father have left for awhile," she informed me.

"For what?" I asked as I walked into my closet to change.

"It's not my place to tell you, miss," the maid said. I finished getting ready and walked downstairs. Before I had gotten far I was grabbed by our head of security.

"You must come with me," he said and started pulling me outside.

"What's going on?" I asked, "Are Mother and Father okay?"

"They're fine but your safety has been put in jeopardy," he said. He put me in a helicopter and said, "This'll take you to an airport where a private jet is waiting." When I got to the private jet, a man was standing there.

"Princess," he said and walked me inside.

"Tell me what's going on," I ordered.

"Your country has been invaded. Your parents have decided that it would be best for you if you stay undercover with a family in America until further notice," he said, "You will be known as Mitchie Torres and be staying with a family."

"Where are Mother and Father?" I asked.

"In a secret location that I don't know about," he said.

"Why can't I stay with them?"

"Because it's safer for you to be somewhere else," he said. I sighed and laid my head against my seat. "You will be attending Rower High School."

"Wait, I have to attend a public school?!" I yelled, "Why can't I get a tutor like I usually do?"

"You're trying to look like a normal teenager and going to school is how to do that," he said. Being normal was going to be horrible. "You're not to tell anyone about who you are."

"When do I get to go home?" I asked.

"Like I said, you'll be staying in America until further notice," he said.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. When we got to America I quickly changed into "customary" clothes, a.k.a. loose fitting pants and top. I gently pulled my hair out of a bun and let it hang. My make-up was wiped off and my heels replaced with sneakers. I sighed when I looked in the mirror.

"Goodbye, Michelle Rosalinda, hello, Mitchie Torres," I mumbled and walked out. My fake family waved me over to them.

"I'm Kyle and this is Grace," the man said, "You must be Michelle, I mean, Mitchie," he continued, winking.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, shaking their hands.

"Come on, we'll show you to the house," Grace said and we walked outside. They called a taxi and we headed to their house. It was a small house with two stories. My room was a small bedroom with a bed, a small closet, and a desk with a computer on it. Next door was a bathroom and there was a door leading to it from my room. I plopped my one bag on my bed. I was only allowed to bring a few things like my make-up. Inside the closet was a small, purple backpack with some notebooks and a case of pencils. I'm guessing this was for school. Why couldn't I just go with Mother and Father?

Yes, another new story idea. Now I'm working on NINE stories. If you go and count the stories I've posted on here than you'll see that I have posted only 8 stories now that are in progress but the 9th idea is something that I haven't worked on yet or come up with a name for.

This just popped into my head when I was looking at some summaries for fanfics about Camp Rock and there was one about something related to Princess Protection Program (but I'm not stealing that idea) and I started thinking, what if Mitchie was a princess and Shane was a regular guy? Then the entire final scenes started (literally) playing in my head.

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