It was dark…and cold, with a touch of light where I began to wake. I stood up and stepped forward, forward, forward, forward, and hit a wall. I turned around did the same until I hit my head on a door. I found the knob turned it, It was locked. Damn… I thought, How am I going to get out of here now, where am I anyway? I reached into the pocket of my nightgown and grabbed my phone. 4 new messages? I thought. The first message was from Chelle. Where are you Zar, I’ve been looking for you for the past three hours!
What time is it? I looked down at my phone seven o’ clock p.m. I decided to call her.
“Hey ZarZar Fudgebar.”
“Hey Chelle Chelle Wishing Well.” That was something I just made up? I’m good… I thought.
“Where are you?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. About six hours ago, the two douchekateers decided to attack me again.”
“Did you beat ‘em?”
“Idk, last I remember I was being cornered by Derick after I lowered myself out of my room window.”
“Wow, rough stuff chica.” she snickered.
“Call Ivan, I’m wearing his scarf so he should be able to track me. Oh yeah, and if anyone asks, I’m wasting away again in old Margaritaville.” I laughed.
“Okay Zar.” She hung up and I slipped my phone in my pocket. I sat down in front of the window that was too high up for me to see out of. I lowered my head once again to see a young girl kissing Prussia in the right corner of the room and in the left, Michaela sat with a step stool.
“May I borrow that step stool?”
“Sure.” She said sweetly and handed it to me.
“You’re welcome.” she said and I climbed up the stool. I looked out the window to see I was inside a castle. I climbed down and wanted to give Michaela back her stool but when I climbed down both her and the kissing couple were gone. The handle on the door began to shake. I ran over to the door and it swung open.
“Princess Zara? What are you doing in here?” It was Italy in a butler suit. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder but I’ll play along… I thought.
“What is this room anyway? If you tell me, I might remember.”
“This is the room for the mentally unstable prisoners.”
“Ah, yes. I’ve always wondered what this room was used for. I was exploring and I got pushed in by a guard. Suggestion for the king, don’t use cement floors, replace this, we wouldn’t want prisoners banging their heads on the floor and dying. That’s what the death penalty is for, correct?
“Correct. Let us get you changed. May I escort you to your room, Princess?” he bowed and held out an arm.
“Yes.” I curtsied and put my arm through his. I knew reading How To Be A Proper Princess a million times over would come in handy! I thought. I went inside my room changing into a Cinderella like gown that faded from a hot pink to a white with rhinestones on the skirt. I walked down the hall to see who my “parents” were. I finally reached the throne room where they were sitting. Surprisingly it was Michelle’s 2p and 2p America. What in the sam fucking hell… how weird is this going to get?
“Yes, yes, come forward, dear. You look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you mother.” I curtsied.
“We’re going to find your true love, darling.”
“I’ve already found him, mother.”
“Who is he?” 2p America asked.
“Ivan Braginsky of… Russia.”