I wrote this like 3 days ago! I'm so sorry I forgot to post it! Ugh, memory sucks when it doesn't work. I hope you like this chapter! It's kinda long. Thanks for reading!

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I feel pretty uneasy flying to meet Matthew after what's happened. I kinda wish Nat was here. He stayed at the palace. We agreed that would be better. But everything is just so nerve-racking for me right now. What am I even going to say to him when I see him?

"Your majesty, we're about to land." The flight attendant tells me.

"Oh, okay." I say. It can't be time to land. The flight's been too short. I'm not ready.

We're at the airport. There are lots of cameras waiting outside. Dad tells me to just ignore them and let the guards lead us to the car. I can hear the reporters shouting questions that I'm glad I'm not answering.

"Princess April! What do you have to say about your suspected scandal?"

"Princess April! What do you have to say about Prince Matthew's plane crash?"

"Princess April! What do you have to say about Prince Christopher's attacks on the palace?"

I keep walking straight ahead, but then I see a small girl standing on the side of the street with a camera, a piece of paper, and a pen. She looks like she's with an older brother, but he and his friend keep pushing her around. One of them steals her camera and holds it above his head so she can't reach it.

"I'll be right back." I tell Dad. Before he can respond, I push through the guards and the reporters. I walk swiftly towards the three.

"April! April! Get back here!" I hear Dad call.

"Excuse me," I say. "Is there a problem here?"

Their jaws drop.

"Uh, uh," one of the boys says.

"No, no, your majesty!" The other one says, bowing.

"Yes there is!" The little girl says, tugging on my dress. "They keep stealing my things!"

"I see." I turn to the boys. "Please, no need to bow. Now, what are your names?"

"I-I-I—" the bowing one stutters.

"He's Ryan and I'm Nick. She's Valerie." The other one says, still in awe.

"Well, Ryan and Nick, I suggest that you give Valerie her camera back and anything else that belongs to her." I say, crossing my arms.

"O-Okay." Ryan says. He hands Valerie her camera. "I'm sorry, Valerie."

"You should be!" She says, sticking her tongue out at them.

"Now, Valerie, that's no way to treat someone!" I say. "Try saying, 'It's okay, I forgive you.'"

"Oh, okay. It's okay, Ryan, I forgive you. You too Nick." She turns to me again. Was that okay?"

I smile. "Much better. Now, why don't we take a picture with that camera?" I ask.

Her eyes widen. "Really?"

"Sure!" I turn to my dad. "Father, would you mind taking a picture of the four of us?"

"Not at all." Dad says with a smile.

He takes the picture and hands the camera back to Valerie.

"Thank you, Your majesty!" She says with a curtsy.

"Your welcome, young lady." He says. "Now, April, we really must be going."

"Alright." I say.

I begin walking towards the car, and just before I get in, Valerie screams, "Thank you!"

I turn around and say, "Your welcome!" Then I get in.

About a minute down the road, Dad says, "You handled that very well."

"Thanks, Dad." I respond.

"Maybe you shouldn't push through a sea of reporters and guards next time."

"We'll see." I say.

We finally reach the hospital. A wave of nervousness rushes over me. Shit. What am I going to say?