I couldn't believe it. I mean, I've always thought Atlantis was a legendary city, even though my dad tells me these real narrative stories about it, I used to dream about it when I was younger. But, hello? I've always thought the Bermuda Triangle was the headquarters of extraterrestrials. To tell me that something unexplained happened to lift up a heavy and big piece of land from the bottom of the ocean would be like telling me the sky is blue, but not the prism breaking up the light into different colours, and that blue occupies much of the prism…

"How do you know I'm the prince?" I demanded.

"Well, in 1970, the crown prince escaped with his pregnant wife, and gave birth to your father here. Plus, you look like an Atlantean. The blue eyes and blonde hair..."

Um, excuse me? This is America, and almost everyone has blue eyes and blonde hair.

"…just like your father and your grandfather, and all your ancestors before you."

How does he know my father have blue eyes and blonde hair? Maybe it shows in the genetic traits passed down by the deoxyribonucleic acid in my chromosomes or whatever. But when I told him about Americans having blue eyes and blonde hair, he just said, "Look, we pure Atlanteans know a Royal when he see one."

Which was weird, because I'm not a pure Atlantean, as my mom was a New Yorker.

"I am in charge of bringing your Royal Highness back to Atlantis.

I will give you an hour or so to pack your things and say goodbye to your friends." He continued.

"If you're going to be my bodyguard, I might as well know your name." I said.

"My name is A. Pollo, you can just call me Pollo." Pollo said.

"My name is Michael Alfrenzo Esconthias Laurence, but you can call me Cal. My dad is Car, for Carmichael, the name I was named after." I introduced.

Then I went to make a couple of phone calls, to my headmaster and the police: Mr. Head of Thomas Edison High School, I am one of your pupils, Michael Laurence, of Year 8, class 8A. I will be going to Atlantis, and most likely never to come back to your school. So I wouldn't mind if you cancel my name off the register, goodbye. Toot. To the NYPD: I am the Royal Prince of Atlantis, so I will be going back to my country, escorted by the Royal Atlantean Police Force, so I won't be here anymore. If you want to contact me about news of my parents, you can call the Atlantean Embassy, which has just been situated to New York, Las Vegas. Thank you.

And then I went to pack my stuff. My laptop, technology gadgets, ie. my walkman, cellular phone, and stuff. I also took my favourite album by Robbie Williams (contrary to popular beliefs, nerds do listen to music, but only while doing advanced Maths homework) and DVDs. I figured out since Atlantis was said to be so advanced, they're sure to have DVD players. I took all my valuables and money with me, for what use, I don't know, since I'm going to be using Atlantean currency anyway. I also took my eight-year-old pet terrapin (Terry) to my homeland, since Atlantis was an underwater world.

"I'm ready," I said. Pollo nodded.

"I should tell you more about the country you would be governing one day. Atlantis is very advanced in land automobiles, such as solar-powered cars owned by everyone. But we only have blueprints in watercraft and air automobiles, so this airflyer will be a bit of difference from your, er, airplanes? Oh, and we all owned PCs, and air-powered ammunition, which lasts for as long as there's air, but no satellites. We haven't seen a star in years. But we've already invented cures for most cancer and HIV, though we don't use drugs, we use plants and herbs, and we're not very advanced in surgery, seeing as Atlantis has no warring enemy states, and everyone only needed medicine to battle diseases. And it'll be good if you're a vegetarian, since animals are kind of scarce there, but vegetables are abundant. So sorry if you like seafood, because Atlanteans have never ate seafood in more than ten thousand years, due to the protective waterproof sphere around it, but we've got water from distillation plants around Atlantis, which was taken from underground springs.

And we've got the occasional eels, but mostly we use them for generating electricity, or for breeding, but rarely eating."

I don't hate vegetables. In fact, I almost liked them. Potatoes, tomatoes, spinach, broccoli, mushrooms, peas, and leafy veggies, but I only can't stand carrots, fungi, and cauliflower. Plus I never eat seafood unless it's those kind of McDonald's fish fillet, fried or sweet and sour. I only can't resist fowl, and the occasional roasted/steamed/sweet and sour ribs. I only drink fizzy drinks, like Pepsi, but I can't stand milk. So all in all, I think I have a pretty balanced diet.

And so Pollo led me to this aircraft, only as big as my bedroom, which is landed on a field. A few of my neighbours popped their heads out from their windows to look at me, since it's only two in the morning. Someone yelled, "Look! It's that geek on the fifth storey! What's he doing in a helicopter?"

I was kinda narfed at being called a nerd in front of my bodyguard, but I forgot all that when I say the interior of the airflyer. To say that it's awesome would be the understatement. It's way better than all the helicopters I've ever seen in movies and those Concord or Pan Am aeroplanes or private jets. It's a mini-aeroplane, with the interiors of luxurious First Class services, but only better. You can see all around you, as the airflyer is made of glass-like material, not metal, which was WAY cool. Maybe being the Royal Prince of Atlantis was not so bad after all.

"Where're we going in Atlantis? And don't you need a passport or something?" I asked.

"The royal capital in the heart of Atlantis. And America has granted a free pass for you."

Oh. Well, I'm not sorry about leaving the city where I was born in and had lived for thirteen years. I mean, nobody will care if I suddenly disappear from the face of the earth. Like, the people at school will be glad that the nerd was gone, my neighbours would be glad that nobody's going to complain about the noise they made while partying, and all my relatives on my mother's side was dead, plus my grandfather the Atlantean had died long ago with his wife, and he only had one son. So basically, I'm all alone.

So I had a great time watching a documentary on dinosaurs while munching on Twisties. All too soon, it was time to land.