Recap
"Cameron?" the woman called out.
"Mama?" Cameron responded, coming out more like a question. As the lady walked closer, flashes of memories came rushing back to Cameron. In her mind, she heard a little girl laugh and another lady laugh as she tickled the young girl.
The little girl, Cameron and the lady, Rachel Morgan.
This dark haired beauty apparently was Rachel Morgan, the missing queen of Spain and the missing mother of Cameron Ann Morgan, the princess of Spain.
Third Person Point of View
"Mama!" Cameron cried, not sure whether to be angry or to be happy.
Cameron decides to be happy, for now; there would always be time to face those negative feelings later on. She runs up to her mother- the woman who had raised her until she mysteriously disappeared when the little girl was just eight-years-old. Cameron left all royal-ness behind her as she hugs her.
Rachel seemed different, no longer wearing what the designers of the palace would create for her and she was glowing. Her thick dark hair was longer, and she had a different accent.
An American accent.
Cameron looks around the airport in which the private jet landed. it was quite small compared to the others she has been in.
'I think it is the smallest airport I've ever been to, maybe it's the smallest in the world too,' she thinks.
The small airport held ten large airplanes, "C&Z" the sides of the planes read in golden letters. There was about a dozen small private planes, all except one looking as if they had not been used in a while. Hers was now added to the collection. The area where she had met up with her mother was just a small hall, holding up to 200 people.
It looks amazing and so...normal. She smiles. This is exactly what she had wanted. Maybe now the young princess could have normal friends, that would be spectacular; friends who weren't famous and being chased around by the media. Ignoring the sheer amazingness of being there, a sick feeling nestled itself into Cameron's stomach.
Despite the normality and the fact that this is basically all she wanted about a week ago, Cameron was suddenly aware of how she was quite a distance from her home. Forgetting that she had only just arrived, the blonde missed the palace and her people. However, most of all, the princess was missing her father. Her father, the king of Spain, the person she felt she could always depend on was about 4,713 miles away from her. However, she was already in the United States, and there was no turning back for her.
Cameron's newly introduced mother informed her of the places she might want to visit in Roseville (which weren't many). Rachel told her that the high school she would be attending was large, but not as fancy as The Gallagher Academy-Cameron's former school. It was a public school, not a private boarding school like Gallagher.
The princess would also have to learn English, mind you- a language she had never attempted to learn before.
Rachel was the person who began the idea of the princess learning multiple languages. She firmly believed that Cameron should be able to communicate fluently in many languages by the time she became queen.
It had started about a month before her eighth birthday. About two weeks before she disappeared the woman had been urging Cameron to begin learning English. She didn't want to though, because at the time she was just beginning to learn French. Cameron had never honestly considered learning English other than that short moment. Now she would have no choice but to learn it for the sake of fitting in inside the United States. The Gallagher Academy didn't teach English as a language, surprisingly.
Cameron stared out the car window, watching the flock of cars zoom past them. She notes the mall that they had just passed by. As Rachel enters the town, the shops pass by the car and the laughing groups of kids that walk along town, Cameron gazes longingly at the teenagers walking around.
A half-hour later, the two members of the Royal Family had arrived at Rachel's house- which would also house another person for the next year. And perhaps next year as well. Rachel shows her daughter to her room, which was the last one at the end of the hall.
The walls had been painted an aqua blue, her favorite color. The blanket on the bed was black and white. The bean bag chairs were also black and white. The window had black and white curtains. The room, in one word, was grandiose.
"¿Te gusta el cuarto, Cameron?" (Do you like the room, Cameron?) Cameron turns around quickly, surprised by her mother's entrance, but not showing it. Living in a kingdom required her to learn how to hide her emotions easily.
"Sí ," (Yes) Cameron responds, looking around the spacious room (not as large as her room in Valencia, she notes, but she didn't mind). Her father had made sure she knew she was extremely privileged and should not take for granted what she had.
"Te voy a dejar que aguerdas tus cosas," (I'm going to leave you to unpack your things) Rachel tells her daughter. Cameron nods in response.
Just as Cameron finished unpacking, Rachel walks in precariously, as if expecting the younger girl to ask her something.
Noticing her mother, Cameron turns around,
"Voy a salir un ratito, esta vien?" (I'm going to go outside for awhile, okay?) Cameron tells her mother, feeling a bit confined. The princess walks out after the older woman gives a slight nod.
Cameron grabs her coat from her walk-in closet and pulls it on. She didn't know how cold it would be, so she throws on her scarf and her hat. She finds a pair of warm fuzzy gloves and pulls them on.
Cameron steps outside and shivers. She pulls her coat tighter around her. She's never experienced the cold and it was quite an interesting experiences. She sighs deeply and smiles when she see her breath in the frigid air. Her nose felt cold and the cold air stung her face.
She pulls her black hat further down her head, and stuffs her gloved hands in her pockets.
She turns right and follows the path. Roseville was certainly a pretty sight. The roads and sidewalk were miraculously void of litter and anything foul. The combination of birch and oak trees, with bare branches, were still willowy and managed to look graceful with the contrast in colors reflecting the sunlight very well. It seemed like a modern little town, one that Cameron would have assumed would be as crowded as a flea market; and yet, still the street was bare of any cars, save for the occasional passing vehicle.
After 15 minutes, a small park appears and Cameron walks to it. There was a path at the entrance, and as she followed it, the blond marveled at how charming it looked with hedges and a children's playground wrapping around it.
She walks over to the playground and sits down on a swing seat, her feet barely touching the floor (she was pretty short). She lightly swings herself, and watches as the sun disappeared among the mass of houses in an array of red and orange. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath- soaking in the peaceful (if still cold) silence.
Crack.
Eyes wide, Cameron's head whips around so quickly, she was sure she should have gotten whiplash, looking for the source of the sound.
"It was a small twig that broke," she thought.
Nevertheless, the princess realized that someone else was there with her. She didn't see anyone though. All the while her father's warning ringing in her ears,
"Ten cuidad aya. Alamejor te encuentran." (Be careful there. They might find you.)
Hoping that whatever it was would go away if she pretended she wasn't there, Cameron held her breath and went as still as a statue for what seemed like hours at the moment. After a while, when she was certain she was clear (she couldn't hear or see anything out of the ordinary), she exhaled and relaxed.
'I was just imaging things. Nothing actually happened- or maybe it was just a small animal. Yes, possibly a squirrel, they are quite common here…' she reasoned calmly.
However, that's before she feels the hand on her shoulder and a voice saying in a foreign language, "Why hello there m-"
Cameron caught extremely off guard shrieks, and grabs the hand of her offender, flipping the person over her small frame. The person, also caught off guard, swings smoothly across the air and on to the ground with a loud thump.
Too afraid to care if the person she stands there for a moment, uncertain if she should worry about the person she just judo-flipped into what she hopes was not unconsciousness. Picking up a nearby twig (the irony) she pokes the offender in the stomach. The boy (for she was certain it was not feminine) stirred slightly before sitting up.
She catches a glimpse of a pair of dark eyes, eyes that were wide in surprise. The boy had dark hair and was obviously taller than her- even though he was sitting down. He grabs her wrist and opens his mouth as if to say something. The young princess wouldn't understand anything he said. Even if she could, it was too late.
She had already punched the mysterious boy straight in the face.
"Maybe that wasn't such a good idea," she thinks, when realizing what she had actually put the stranger through.
The force of the blow was apparent, because the firm grip the boy had on her wrist loosened, and the dark eyes that had previously had been wide with surprise were now closed.
The Spanish Princess had just knocked out a boy.
She was shocked, she hadn't imagined her first interaction with a boy would result with her knocking him out.
However, at the moment, she wasn't thinking about this. Instead, all she remembered as she ran away from the small playground, were dark hair and the equally dark eyes.
A/N: Hello! I'm back with this new and improved chapter! I hope you like it. I'm sorry I didn't update last week, but I'll be posting another chapter tomorrow and hopefully that make up for it.
So, shout out to Rose! She helped me edit this chapter, in fact we are working on the next one now. Thank you Rose! :)
Thank you for reviewers, followers and viewers! (Hey! That rhymes!)
The fact that people like this makes me so happy! It's such an honor that you chose to read my story (with the excellent help of Rose of course!)
So thank you and leave a review if you wish. I will see you (not literally, of course) tomorrow!
~Lex 25