My Royal Drama
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CHAPTER ONE
Bella's pov
It's been 2 years since I last step foot in the rainy town of Forks. My twin brother, Emmet (who is right now by the way is sleeping) and I went to a high school there until freshman year when we decided to move in with our mother, Renee. You see our parents divorced when we were still toddlers and when my dad stayed in Forks, mom moved to Phoenix and that's where we went to 2 years ago.
Within a few months from the time we moved in, mom met and fell in love with Phillip Dwyer or as he prefers Phil and he just has to be the crowned prince of England. He proposed just after a few month and we packed our bags and moved to England.
We settled there and mom and Phil has married when his father, the current king decided to stepped down and gives his crown to his oldest son a.k.a Phil.
So Phil becomes King Phillip, Renee becomes Queen Renee, Emmet becomes Prince Emmet and me, I became Princess Isabella.
My brother and I are a lot alike but at the same time very different. We're both shy, we have similar opinion, we are each other best friend, we will stick up for each other right or wrong, we have the same hair color, mahogany brown and same eye color, brown but other than that we're nothing alike. He's athletic when I can't play sports even if my life's depended on it. He's big and filled with muscle (since Phil took him to gym twice a week) while I'm thin and curvy.
"Your highness, please strap on your seatbelt as we are beginning to make our descend and will touch down in a matter of minutes" the flight attendance's voice interrupted my thoughts. This brings back thoughts that I managed to avoid like why we moved to Phoenix in the first place.
You see, while we are physically attractive at the moment, that wasn't the case 2 years ago when we were still living in Forks. We both wore braces and big nerdy glasses and had a serious case of acne but that changed when we became the prince and princess of England. We both had our braces taken out and had surgeries for our eyes and skin.
So it would be correct to say that we are different beyond recognition now. Because of our appearances, we became Forks High ultimate losers. Anyone and everyone would bully us because apparently "the school has spoken" the then queen bee, Rosalie Hale announced and her, for lack of better word, posse followed.
While her "majesty" Rosalie made my live in school intolerable, the king of Forks High, Edward Cullen made Emmet's life a living hell. Since he's a guy, he always got beat up and came home everyday bruised and bloody while me, a girl who is obviously more vulnerable only got mocked and teased, tripped in the hallway, pushed into the locker and other juvenile act.
Eventually we got fed up and begged Charlie to let us move in with mom and a few days ago we begged our royal parents to let us finish high school in Forks as normal teenagers.
They said yes and here we are in a private jet courtesy of King Phillip of England, our stepfather.
We had finally arrived and when I looked around I found that my bear of a brother is still sleeping with his seatbelt strap around his waist. I wonder how the flight attendance manages to do that when he's asleep because Emmet sleeps like the dead. I had to literally pour iced water on his face and scream in his ear to wake him up at 11 in the morning! But recently I discovered a new trick that would wake him up in a matter of seconds.
I slowly made my way to him, gestured to the flight attendance who just entered to inform us that we have arrive to be silent, and say directly to Emmet's ear "breakfast time". I managed to back away just in time before Emmet jumped and shouted "hell yeah!"
"Language Emmet!" said a stern voice.
"" Emmet said while smiling sheepishly.
I grinned and turned around to see Victoria, our guardian so to say. She's like our second mother. She has been looking out for us since we first moved to England and she'll be our manager of sort and manages our schedule so that our high school/teenagers stuff doesn't clash with our royal business. So practically, she manages our lives without her we can't function.
She came in and set herself in one of the empty chairs to discuss our program for today.
"Okay so this is how it's going to be, since no one in this world except your parents, me and only a few selected people know that you both are moving back to Forks to live in a typical American teenagers life, you both has to lay low. I don't want the press to know and ruined everything, so this is the plan. You both have one personal guard that will be your shadows for as long as you live here." seeing our identical looks of horror she quickly adds, "They won't make their presence known. Like I've said, they'll be your shadows. They'll be there when you need them and disappear when you don't. Okay?" we both breathe a sigh of relief and Victoria rolled her eyes.
"We'll do all the briefing in Charlie's house with all the guards and Charlie himself present so that I don't have to repeat this thing over and over again." Me and Emmet both nodded and she continued "A limo will pick us up at the here and we'll drive straight to Charlie's, seeing as there are only two guards positioned on this plane and that would make everything that much easier, and don't worry both of your cars arrived here earlier today and is in Charlie's garage. That's it for now, everything else will discussed at Charlie's." with that she walked out to talk to the flight attendance.
Emmet and I looked at each other with nervous filled eyes. We both know that moving back here would bring so many bitter memories that we'd rather forget but as it turns out the memories that we both desperately want to forget is one of the few memories that is imprinted into each of our brain, impossible to forget.
"It's going to be okay Bella-bear." Emmet tried to reassure me while hugging me tightly.
I hugged him back "I hope so Emmy-bear." In case you haven't notice Bella-bear and Emmy-bear are the names that we call each other with. Like a pet name. We usually call each other that except during a formal royal business. I called him Emmet and he called me Isabella, which I detest strongly. It made me feel like I'm a 100 years old woman. I shuddered at that thought.
"Do you think we're making the right decision?" I asked.
"I do think so. I mean, this may be our last chance on living like a normal teenagers and with Charlie. I don't think there're going to be a lot of chances to live with Charlie after graduation, right?"
"I guess you're right." I smiled, reassured by his words.
"Guess? You don't guess I'm right. I am right. Unlike you, miss negative." He replied teasingly.
"Sure sure Emmy-bear. Whatever gets you through the day." I rolled my eyes.
"Guys, limo's here. Your bags are already in the trunk, the area is already cleared for us and we need to move. Now." Victoria announced.
We are currently in the limo. Victoria and one of the guards who were flying with us were sitting opposite me and Emmet while the other guard was sitting in front with the driver with two other black BMWs, one in front of the limo and one behind. To ensure our safety says Victoria.
Eventually we arrive to my beloved father's house or should I say mansion. It's a modern styled mansion with white walls. It looked like the White House but was only half its size. Now I should explain Charlie's occupation. He worked as a lawyer. He's one of the most talented and sought after lawyer in the entire US. He can live wherever he wants to but he chose the small town of Forks. The reason is beyond me. He said that he wanted peace and tight community where everyone knows everyone and people don't bother locking their front door when nobody's home because nobody would break in.
Surprisingly, his logic makes sense. Since most of his cases is worth tens of thousands or millions he spent most of his time home at home doing whatever he does and only leaves for one week in every months to conduct those cases. He rarely lose but when he does that would mean that his client is really guilty.
My musings were halted when the limo itself halted in front of Charlie's mansion. The mansion looked almost small compare to the palace that we stayed in England. But to the commoners eyes the mansion is huge. I scoffed. Commoners. That makes me sound like a snobby royal. Which I'm not.
Emmet looked at e weirdly but I just shrugged my shoulders which he did to in reply making me laugh. Soon he was laughing with while the others looked at us weirdly except Victoria who just shook her head.
Our laughter was cut short when someone opened the door to the limo. The guard got out first followed by Victoria and then Emmet who reached out his hand to help me out of the limo which I gladly accept.
Two other guards joined the other two in guarding us to the front door of the mansion.
A guard opened the door leading us in when both me and Emmet froze watching the sight that greet us.
That's it! My first story so please be gentle. Review!