Hi everyone, sorry for that shortness of the first chapter, this chapter should hopefully be longer, I still have no idea where this is going so if anyone has any ideas please let me no! Thanks for all review, they are appreciated and I take your comments into account.
Coolkitten12.
Thursday 26th November, Plane to New York
I have just had the most hectic morning, EVER! I had to get up at 5am to catch my plane. Hello! I have a private jet, why do I have to get up so early when it could leave any time I want!
Before I left Grandmere called me into her room, which smelt of old cigarettes, not pleasant. Why can't she understand that by smoking cigarettes she is not only harming herself but also everyone around her? Anyway back to the subject at hand.
Grandmere called me in and gave me a small black box. She told me that it is very important not to look inside it until I get home. I found it really hard not to open it so I have stuffed it in my suitcase so that it is no where near me. I do have some self control just not enough to survive a roughly 9 hour trip (a/n, if anyone knows a more exact flight time for a trip between Genovia and New York please could you let me know) with a little black box, which I'm not allowed to open staring me in the face. I have no idea what it could be. It's not big enough to be something like a phone, but it's to big to just be a pair of earrings. It's a mystery to me.
Another weird thing that happened this morning was that when I checked my emails (I got broadband installed on all palace computers about two years after I arrived) instead of the one in my inbox being from Grandmere or dad about some grand ball or something it was from an email I didn't recognise. I printed it off and put it here:
Dear Mia (or Amelia if that's what you like to be called),
I can't wait to see you, though after all these year you probably don't want to see me. I no I made some mistakes but we need to talk. I hope I will catch you when you arrive in New York! Xxx
The first thought I had was that it was from Michael but then I thought he doesn't know my email address here at the palace. I got rid of my "FtLouie" one when I moved here. Grandmere thought it was an "inappropriate way to represent ones self." Also not even my mum knows my official Princess Amelia email so I don't know how anyone could get it. I guess I'll find out when I land.
This journey has been surprisingly less turbulent than usual, also I guess I must've gotten over my flight sickness because I feel fine. I cannot wait, in a few hours I will get to see my mom and brother and Mr.. No must call him Frank, he hasn't been my teacher in 6 years; I must remember to call him frank.
The Pilot just told us that we are about to land; I can't believe I've been on this plane for 9 hours already. Lars is fast asleep, he didn't like being woken up early either. I have to stop writing soon because I'm not allowed to have my little fold down table, folded down.
I hope mum remembered to come to the airport. She told me the story the other day of how she forgot to pick Rocky up from School the other day, even though he's been going for 3 years. I can see the lights of New York ahead of me. It looks no different to how it looked 5 years ago, I feel like I've travelled back in time. The seat belt sign has just lit up so must stop writing now, more once I'm off the plane.
