You probably figured this out already but I speak absolutely no Spanish so please excuse my mistakes. Just so I know would you guys like me to directly translate what is said or are you okay translating yourself? I also want to honestly say I wasn't thinking of Princess Protection Program when I started writing this story.

The plane landed on a CIA runway. We stepped out of the plane and were instantly met by four adults.

" Hola príncipe, la princesa. Seremos sus "padres" durante tu estancia en América." The dirty blonde lady said.

"Es un placer de encontrarle. Gracias por tomarnos en durante nuestro tiempo de la necesidad." I curtsied to the family and Jonas bowed.

"Please come with us and we will prepare you for your new lives." The brunette lady said.

We were whisked away to a huge closet, but it wasn't as big as the one I had back home. In the middle of the room there were makeup artists and hairdressers. They sat me and Jonas down in the two chairs set up.

"There has been a change in plans Your Highness. You will still be going with the family but since your 'mother' is a dirty blonde and your 'father' is Mexican we can say you're their birth daughter and they adopted your friends." One of the hairdressers said.

"I'm sorry. I do not understand." I said slowly so I could correctly pronounce each word.

Liz quickly translated for me but I had to stop her once she got to the part about dying my hair dirty blonde.

"I can not lose the only part of my Mamá I still keep. Papì always say I with my pelo negro I see like her. I can't change it." I cried.

"Por favor Carmen. Hágalo por favor para mí. Hágalo para sus padres. Desean tu que sea luego en el trono y usted tiene que cambiar por lo que si estas personas nos buscan que ellos no le reconocerán nosotros. Por favor Carmen. Por favor." Jonas begged.

"Puede cambiar mi apariencia." I sighed.

After I gave my consent people started rushing around us.

The hairdresser took out a pair of scissors and looked at me. "¿Está listo para llegar a ser Cameron Morgan?" She asked.

I looked at Jonas, Liz, and Bex who already had their makeovers started.

"Sí." I closed my eyes and let her do what she was paid to do.

A single tear escaped the corner of my eye and slowly rolled down my cheek. I inhaled deeply then relaxed into the chair.

About 2 and a half hours later I was cut, dyed, washed and styled. I couldn't recognize myself when I looked in the mirror. My jet black became dirty blonde hair. My brown eyes got covered with blue contacts. The only thing that hadn't changed was my natural tan.

I tear escaped my eye but I brushed it away and plastered on the smile that was always mistaken as genuine.

"What do you think?" Rebecca asked when came up behind me.

"It is diferente than what I am normal." I nodded.

"Come on we're going home." Liz helped me up and out the door.

An hour later we arrived at our new home. It was quite small compared to the castle but bigger than an average house. There were 7 bedrooms and 2 guest rooms. Each room had its own with walk-in closet and attached bathroom. We decided to have a 'family' meeting so we could go over the last details.

"So the family plan has changed to make more sense." Our 'dad' said. "Carmen will have the new name Cameron. You will also be our biological daughter but we adopted Rebecca." He pointed at Bex. "And Elizabeth." Then gestured to Liz. "Because I got a job and we moved. Rebecca's parents were killed by a drunk driver and Elizabeth's parents abused her. You have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Do you understand everything?"

I nodded and gave everyone a weak smile. "May I go to my bed and think around everything?"

"Take all the time you need honey." Mom kissed my head and went into the kitchen.

"Thank you Mrs. Morgan." I nodded at her and headed for the stairs.

"Mom." She called after me.

I turned around to face her "Excuse me?"

"Call me mom from now on."

"Sí mamá. I rest now."

The whole day was so crazy the instant my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.

I was walking down the hallway and everyone was staring and pointing at me. I couldn't help but fidget at the attention I was receiving. I'm a princess and I get quite a bit of attention from the press and my people but the stares were different. They looked at me as if I were plagued. Out of nowhere a gun was pointed at me. I tried to scream but I couldn't find my voice. My parents' dead bodies were lying under the pointed gun. The safety was released and the gun was steadied. Time slowed down and all I felt was the pain.

I woke from my dream screaming and panting. Rebecca, Elizabeth, mom and dad all burst through the door staring at me. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Oh honey. Everything will be okay." Mom sat on my bed and pulled me into her lap.

"They're gone." I sobbed into her shoulder. "I never see again."

I cried myself back to sleep and I didn't wake up until 9 o'clock the next morning. Someone decided that was the perfect moment to lightly knock on my door.

I sat up and straightened out the bed sheets. "Come in."

"Hi Honey. I came to wake you up and tell you that your dad made waffles. We're leaving for the mall in an hour to get you some more clothes and school supplies. Will you be ready by then?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"You didn't understand that did you?" Mom smiled at me from the doorway, where she stood. "Tú padre hizo wafles. Vamos al centro comercial en una hora de conseguirle algunas más suministros de ropa y escuela para el lunes. ¿Estará listo en una hora?"

"Sí mamá" I sighed in frustration.

English had never been my strongest point in my education. I knew the basics, thinking that could get me through life. Clearly the basics wouldn't cut it here.

"Jonas' new name is Jonathan and his brother is Greg. They are going to the mall with us today."

"I be." I had to think about my next words so they were right. "Down. One, two, three." I translated the numbers from Spanish to English until I got to the one I wanted. "20 seconds."

"You'll be down in 20 minutes?" Mom asked.

"Sí, sí." I couldn't wait to see Jonas because he was the only one who understood what I was going through. I jumped into the shower ready to start my new life on a good note.

This is to all you people who are reading Dark. Angel. From. Above's story 'Let's Play A Game'. I just want to tell you to keep reading. She had no idea that I'm doing this for her so I hope she doesn't read this. Anyway I heard that some of you stopped following her story after a certain incident happened. All in saying is not to give up on her because you don't know what she's planned for later. Just think: what would Cammie do?