Hey y'all! I got new glasses; they're dark blue and awesome...who cares!? Nothin' much to say...I just want you to know that there's nothing you can do to stop me and that torturing you with America leaving is too. Much. Fun!

Your reviews are so nice and they're keeping me going! Thank you all for your support! See you at the bottom…

It didn't take long to pack my stuff and head out. I decided not to tell my maids why I decided to leave, since I knew that if I gave them too much information, they would definitely let some of it slip out to Maxon. I just gave them orders to help me pack with no questions. Before I walked out the door, I gave them each a hug and told them that I'll always keep them in my heart. They begged me to stay and told me that I did nothing wrong, but they didn't understand. Clarkson was right. I'm a disgrace. I took one last, long breath in the palace before exiting out of what I thought would be my home for the happy years to come in my life.

I walked down the path towards the front gate and stepped into the awaiting car. I looked at the castle for the last time, taking a mental picture.

Am I doing the right thing? Am I making the right decision? As I drove away from everything; my maids, strawberry tarts, parties, royalty, Clarkson, Maxon… Yes. I have to do this. I'm doing it for Maxon. I don't deserve him and he can do better than me. What was I thinking? If I had become queen, the country would have fallen apart!

Just then, a thought hit me. What am I doing?! I can't just leave the castle and assume Maxon won't find out, then look for me. I'll have to go somewhere he won't find me. I can't ruin his life or his country.

The only question is; where will I go?

After getting out of the car, I was dropped off in Carolina to find my future. I don't know what I want to do, but I thought a walk through Carolina could clear my head and help me think straight.

I forgot what this place, my old home, was like. The shops, the houses and apartments. The little café I used to visit when I needed to write...or eat. As I opened the door to the small café, the little bell that hung above the door let out a little chime. Every time I heard that chime, I felt welcome. I sat down at a table in the corner next to a window and looked out.

I remember there were some days, when I was a five, that I would come to this café and stare out this window for hours, just thinking and observing. Today there wasn't much to observe. A mother scolding her little son, people buzzing around the markets, Maxon walking towards my café…

Wait. Maxon?!

Hehe. Yeah.

Just by the way I've decided NOT to do anymore Maxon POVs because I suck at writing them… so sorry 'bout that.

Here comes Maxon to save the day and win America back? I don't know! Well technically I DO know but...you know what I mean. Jeez.