Adalcia D'Arcy sat on the plane, a sketchbook in her lap. Across from her sat a wispy blonde girl, Olly she said her name was. The pencil was motionless, as she had no inspiration. She was to nervous.

A light turbulence would come now and then, always when Adalcia was about to press the graphite onto the paper. Then she would lose her idea and stare out the window.

She had never been in a plane. It was nice, feeling so high, so above the rest of the world. Above fear. But alas, fear was overtaking her, as the possible 3 months to come could crush her, change her, or shape her. All Adalcia wanted was to be whole when she left the castle. To be herself.

"Have you ever seen it?" The dreamy voice of Olivia Justice spoke out.

"No, have you?" Adalcia said back shyly. Her throat felt like she hadn't had water in days.

"Oh gosh no. I can't wait. I bet the palace is beautiful!" She chirped.

A snicker came from behind. "Of course, not as beautiful as the prince." It was Riley Aberdeen. The tall, lean gorgeous brunette who everybody felt threatened by.

The girls were to wear their own outfits on the plane, the outfits that they would first be seen in by the public. Adalica had chosen a skin tight, horizontally striped turtleneck sweater, tucked into a knee length denim skirt, with black tights, and of course, her signature knee length boots. She had glasses perched on the bridge of the noise and many had perceived her as the "nerd" of the group..

Riley of course, was a different story. She had worn skin tight black shorts that left her barely covered. Her shirt, was not a shirt. It was a white, v-neck bralette covered in lace. On her neck, she wore a thick black choker, and almost identical boots to Adalica. Of course on her, they looked like a million bucks.

The plane snickered. Adalcia had hardly noticed the other girls but they were here. All gorgeous, and one of them would be queen in 3 months time. She had almost given up.

"A fan of the prince aren't you?" The girl with the pink hair and velvet jumpsuit piped up. "Well you better back off, he is mine."

"Ha!" Riley laughed. "Says the girl with the fake hair, fake nails and fake... well ya know." Riley said, gesturing to Alanna, the girl who had challenged her's chest.

Alanna narrowed her eyes, but returned to her seat, her cheeks matching her hair.

"Excuse me miss, could I sit here?" Questioned a southern accent.

Adalcia smiled and nodded, seemingly finding another normal person.

"You seem to be one of the only other sane one's here." The girl spoke. "I'm Calamity, Calamity Jane."

"Adalcia. Nice to meet you."

With a grin, Adalcia shook Calamity's hand. Maybe the next 3 months wouldn't be so bad.

Lora Karens sat in the back of the plane. Eyes on the back of the seat. Motionless. She didn't say a word.

Eden Nightingale pulled her legs into her chest and closed her blue eyes. Every so often she would hear a laugh coming from the plane, but she didn't dare join in. As nice as she was, Eden was here to win. Not to watch another girl come and steal the prince from her hand. She had seen his light smile when he saw her. Maybe she did have a chance.

When she woke completely, she tightened her pale bun and adjusted the bow that was slightly off centered. She was wearing a simple, cropped sweater with a pair of high-waisted leggings. She was cozy, and having been on many plane before she knew she wouldn't want to wear anything extravagant.

Looking around the plane, Eden tried to guess people's jobs. The girl across from her, Lora was silent. She guessed she was one of the "Wild Ones" being from Sota and all. Riley, the obnoxious girl in the bra was obviously a prostitute. She could tell by her clothes, they way she walked, and how she spoke to the male flight attendant. With a few, such as Alanna and Raven she wasn't so sure. They were so… unreadable. Maybe it had to do with their dyed hair.

For know, she was in the dark.

Raven Factor sat silent next to Camille. She could tell her neighbor was uncomfortable as she was the only girl of color besides Alanna who was so spray tanned it was hard to tell. But the truth was, Camille was the only non dyed, drop dead gorgeous, altered girl here. She was like the girl next door.

But she didn't speak. Camille could expose her. Sell her out. After all, she had never meet these people.

They could use her, and Raven wasn't ready to stop fighting back, even if she didn't want the prince.

Aleigh Thompson held her dark hair back as Twyla awkwardly patted her back while she puked. She hated planes and Twyla was the only person who realized. She was the only person Aleigh trusted so far.

Coraline Layland almost screamed when Riley snatched her flashcards.

"Those are mine." She spoke under gritted teeth, careful not to lose her cool.

Riley jutted her hip out. "Do you really think you have a chance if your "studying" how to be royal. "Think again princess. Or should I say maid." Riley said with a flourish, popping her hip back in and walking away.

Truth was, Riley was jealous.

Emile Le Croaux didn't speak English. She was french and all she did was get to know her translator Ryan.

"Quelle est votre couleur préférée?"

"Vert."

"Êtes-vous excité?"

"Pas vraiment."

"Avez-vous envie de parler à l'une des filles?"

"Non."

"Qu'aimez-vous faire?"

"Danse."

"Voulez-vous être seul?"

"Oui."

（Translation,

what is your favorite color?

Green

Are you excited?

Not really.

Would you like to speak to any of the girls?

no

What do you like to do?

Dance.

Do you want to be alone?

Yes.)

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