Rebecca ch 3

AU Note: I just sprayed way too much perfume in my room. Gagging, coughing, wheezing. This holds no significance to the story. K Bye! Oh, btw, Happy Monday! I hate school.

How to describe training…interesting yet boring, yet insane, yet weird, yet frightening. Out all those together you get the palace Selected Maid Training Service or whatever it's called. I had to memorize a map of the palace, including all 150 rooms and all three floors and walkways. I had to learn the perfect way to curtsy and how to address the girls as well as when to step away from them.

The trainer, a woman named Silvia, very bluntly told me that if Prince Maxon came in I was to ask if they needed something then get out of there as fast as I could. Which was totally fine with me.

After training, Officer Mellen was outside waiting for me. He smiled at me before walking with me, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, my name is Sam."

"Yes, well…You already know mine, I guess." Another deeply awkward silence, "So, tell me where you're taking me."

"To where Lady America is. Earlier this week she found a library full of old fictional books dating back to the USA. She's gone there, the gardens, the dining hall, the Women's Room, and her room unless she's had other responsibilities or MAxon wants to take her somewhere private."

"Um, private private? As in…you know?"

"Lady America doesn't seem like that type of girl, but you never know how they act with the Prince. That's your job. Your other job is to get this camera onto the ceiling of the Women's Room so we can videotape it."

He handed me what looked like a bouncy ball, but it was slightly sticky and had a button on the side, "What the heck is this?"

"My own amazing invention, if you press the button and throw it up into the air hard enough to reach the ceiling it will stick. Then it starts to mimic the color of the ceiling. It's a 360 camera so it will get everything in the room."

So I just have to throw this up onto the ceiling and you can get film from it."

"Basically."

"Awesome."

Sam smiled at me, obviously pleased he had impressed me, "Here we are." He pushed open a door and I stepped in.

The library at my school consists of a hundred books, one floor, and only a couple tables. This library was huge. Three stories tall, top to bottom bookshelfs stuffed full with books. Tables were everywhere as wellas plush couches pushed against the the thick bookshelves that went in rowes down the main room. Statues of angels, cupids, and historical figures were sat on pedestals.

"This place is huge. How long did you say it took her to find this place?"

But he didn't answer, a ladder swung across oe of the bbokshelves toward us, "Almost four months. I know, you'd think I'd find it right away, but this isn't the only library in the palace. I didn't know it was here until I stumbled upon it. May I help you?"

America Singer is even more beautiful in real life then she was on camera. I was instantly jealous of her, I mean, she was stunning while I had blonde hair that poofed up when it was too humid outsie and mud brown eyes, but she had long, surly, red locks that looked like sunlight at sunset and bright blue eyes that looked like the sky and the ocean together. How was that fair?

"Are you Rebecca?" I was surprised she knew my name, but after seeing the recognition in my eyes she smiled, "You made quite an impression on Lucy. I'm America."

I didn't know what to say, what to do. Was I suppose to shake her hand, say I already knew her name just like everyone else, or was I suppose curtsy like they taught us? I decided I better be as formal as possible, I curtsied and America shook her head.

"You really are knew, aren't you? You don't need to curtsy or bow or anything like that. And the 'Lady' part of my name they put on that. Lose it, hun. I'm no different than anyone else here."

That was surprising to say the least. Then she turned to Sam and said, "I'm not a lady, they're insane."

He laughed, "Rebecca is suppose to help you with anything you need, along with the other girls. You're supposed to share her."

"Celeste sharing?"

"That's what I thought."

America turned and reached her hand out to me, "Welcome to the family."