A/N: Here's a much longer chapter, I was in such a hurray to help my mom with something that I just wanted somethin written, LOL so yeah:P Again, thank you so so so so so much allylc for reviewing!
Oh! And it's the Queen Of England's birthday today, so wish her a happy 80th. Britannia and her family had to fly there on Wednesday, so she could be there 'cause that's her Queen and everything, but she'll be back tomorrow, so yeah, I just thought I'd share that.
HAPPY EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY QUEEN ELIZABETH THE SECOND!
Love,
L:I:Z:Z:I:E
That night, after avoiding Dad and Mrs. Raimi, which wasn't easy, I couldn't really sleep, because as soon as they found the letters, I had to be gone, or they'd find me and make me stay, which just was not happening. I HAD to meet my mom, and I had to do it fast.
I was already dressed for the next day, armed with my pullover American Eagle grey jacket, grey Abercrombie capris, and my Chanel sunglasses. My Louis Vuitton luggage was sitting next to the door, and since I was so nervous, all I could do was pace.
Back and forth across the room, pacing. That was all I did. For the next three hours until the sun was rising, and peering in through the trees. I could hear alarms buzzing in Dad's and Mrs. Raimi's rooms, so I made my escape quick, I grabbed my suitcase, and my carry on, Vivien's phone number and my purse. And that was it, I dashed out the front door, and the taxi I'd called, picked me up in a matter of minutes.
I was really nervous now. Sitting in the taxi thinking about what she'd be look, what she'd look like. Would she like me? Would she hate me? Would she be mad because I'd found her? I didn't know…I'll I knew was that today I was meeting my mom, and that's all that mattered. I did take a Rolaid out of my purse though, because my stomach was so nervous I thought I was going to go crazy.
"Miss…?" The cab driver says.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"That'll be seven eighty-five."
"Huh?"
"Your fare,"
"OH! Right, right. Sorry," I say and take a five, two ones, two quarters, three dimes, and a nickel and hand it to him.
"Thank-you. And it's quite alright,"
I smile, and say, "Thank-you." and I drag my suitcase, and purse out of the taxi, and stand on the curb.
Now what? I have to get a ticket. So that's what I do. I go up to the first class line and the clerk says, "Hello. Welcome to Virgin Atlantic Airways, my name is Crystal, HOW can I help you?"
I lean back because of her eccentricity, but manage to say, "Hello, I need a flight to Denmark."
"Uh-huh, what city?"
"City?"
"Yeah, there's Copenhagen, which
is the largest, and-"
"There's fine."
"Are you sure…?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, when is your departure…?"
"Um…Tuesday…"
"Alright then. You'll be on flight 809, at gate…15." she says and hands me my ticket.
"Thank-you." I say, as I wheel my suitcase to gate 15.
And I still can't believe how nervous I am, as I stop to look at the board with all the flight numbers listed on it, and I find, 'Hartford to Copenhagen…on time.' I sigh with relief, I still can't believe this is happening, I'm going to Denmark!
I can finally almost relax, so I sit down and put my iPod in as I try and shut my eyes. I scroll down my play list until I find Breaking Free by Troy and Gabriella, then I hit play, and shut my eyes.
We're soaring, flying
There's not a star
in heaven
That we can't reach
Gabriella: If we're trying,
So we're
breaking free
Troy: You know the world can see us
In a way
that's different than who we are
Creating space between us
'Til we're
separate hearts
Both: But your faith, it gives me strength
Strength to believe…
We're breaking free
We're soaring, flying
There's not a star in heaven
That we can't reach
If
we're trying, yeah we're breaking free
Troy: Can you feel it building
Like a wave the
ocean just can't control
Gabriella: Connected by a feeling
In our very
souls
Both: Rising 'til it lifts us up
So everyone
can see…
"Excuse me? Excuse me!" Someone says as they tap me.
"Huh?" I say and blink about a thousand times to see three people staring at me.
"We're sorry, but are you on this flight?" the woman in the group says.
I squint at them like they're crazy, then I look at the all the people boarding near the sign that says, 'Hartford to Copenhagen.' "Oh my God! Yes! I'm on this flight, Oh my God, thank-you, I don't know what I would've done if I'd missed this flight!" I say as I lower my sunglasses from the top of my head, and grab all of my stuff.
"Are you visiting someone?" The woman asks me.
"Yeah. What about you guys?"
"We're going on vacation,"
"Cool, I've never been before."
"Really? Copenhagen is amazing. It's where the queen lives."
"Really?"
"Um-hum, the Queen and her advisor, who's almost considered the Queen because the actual Queen's so old. She's been advisor since she was sixteen,"
This snaps me to attention, "Wait a minute, WHAT!"
"Yeah, this girl's great aunt or something was dying, and she was sent to help her…and they made her Queen's advisor, because her great aunt was the advisor, she's in all the books, she's quite fascinating." She hands me The Guide To Denmark and sure enough there's endless pages on this lady. But something about this story sounds a little too familiar, so when I finally see a picture of this lady, I feel like I see me. And when I see her name, "Damara Margrethe Alexandrine Amalienborg Swane." I know who she is. The almost Queen of Denmark, is my mother.
A/N: OH! Bet No one saw that coming! I have 2 hit the hay, but I'll 4 sure write more tomorrow!
Love,
Lizzie