CHAPTER 36 : The bitch has a crown
Amber
"Amby." She suggests. "Ugh, it's corny." I reply.
The autumn breeze whips my hair slightly blowing strands into my face. Great, my hair is getting ruined, I can't afford to have a bad day.
Firstly it's already a bad day. I have to meet my family now, they are literally camped in a huge barricaded area at the moment and we're just five minutes of walking to get there.
"Amy!" She gasps purposely walking in front of me whilst Asher nods in approval. "I'm digging it, what do you think?!" He yells back to me.
"Guy's I don't have time for this right now." My head is mixed up with so many emotions and thoughts.
This never happens because for the first time in well years! I'm actually sober.
I cannot do this sober!
I haven't been here in six years since I got shipped off to that dead ass school. Mother says I needed to channel my sweetness into something more aggressive.
I got aggressive alright. I was 'too soft' so that's a dumb reason to send me away. She just wants me to be like my elder sister Genevieve.
I'm sick of her comparing me to her all the time. Her perfect features, blue eyes, fair skin and waist length blonde hair.
And I'm stuck with brown hair and blue eyes from the man she hates the most, my grandfather.
So aggravating!
Her perfect grades in royal classes at Legacy High, perfect fiance which she picked out for herself. Perfect brain, figure and the list goes on.
I was a good girl, I'd do anything for mummy dear. I stopped my kiss ass attitude at fifteen when she never bothered to visit during visiting days.
Everyone else went home for Christmas and my dorm mate Genevieve at the time went home to Sweden to meet the one and only.
She was graduating, it was her last year and thank gosh I don't have to live under her overgrown pretty shadow.
I called mom many times asking why I couldn't go home, waiting outside the dorm rooms watching cars pull out slowly, the sun setting and me...ignored by her beloved.
I had to watch Genevieve leave and me...stopped from getting into the car.
She never calls yet here I am for the family reunion.
*flashback*
Music blares in my empty house while I dance in my bedroom.
Alone
Sad...
Abandoned....
Everybody else is either at a music festival or in Europe.
I'm with them all the time so it feels kind of strange not to have them around.
Like with a phone or a wallet or a cigarette, it's just so uncomfortable without them.
I miss Asher, he makes me feel complete. It's been the best eight weeks, 5 days and sixteen hours of my life.
He's a goofball, some people think he's dumb but he's really smart. just loves making people happy.
Try finding a guy who takes you out for walks on the beach, buys you potted ice cream, lights your cigarette and does weed with you.
I dare you.
He understands me and doesn't judge me for trying to find an escape from the pressures of being a royal last born.
You'd think that I'd be getting more love and attention but it ain't happening like in all Tik Tok's about sibling-ship, I'm the ship that sinks.
My house isn't that big but I figured I'm not going anywhere any time soon it's not like I'm going back home, they literally got rid of me with a royal send off.
My bluetooth speaker is the only thing keeping me company, the clock just keeps taunting me as the minutes go slowly.
If I weren't a couch potato which I is I'd get my lazy ass off my bed and downstairs to watch something on Netflix.
Tik...tok...tik...tok..."Hit or miss I guess they never miss, huh?'
The music dies down as my phone rings. It takes me by surprise which is why I whelp and roll onto the floor from my bed.
I stick my head up touching my sore butt, "Ow." Where's my phone?
I'm frantic throwing my pillows all over the place, removing sheets and everything.
"Where the hell is it." It keeps ringing.
Maybe it's Asher, maybe he's back from the E.D.M concert thing.
Realization hits me when I feel the vibrations on my butt.
The vibrations aren't kinetic shock, it's my goddamn phone!
It survived the fall...I hope. Well it's ringing.
I look at the undamaged screen it takes a second for me to understand what I'm reading.
I saved her name as 'The Evil Queen'. What should I do?
She hasn't called in two months.
Get it together baby, you can do this, is what Asher would say.
Here goes nothing, I swipe right and the voice is so loud on the speakers. I forgot.
"Amber Diana Whitestone! Why have you taken so long to answer me?!" Wow she's loud.
"Hello mom." Couldn't even start with a hello how are you.
"Sigh, darling you know that calling me that makes me feel old." I roll my eyes and say, "Fine, hi Evelyn."
"Better!" Her eccentric English accent kills me.
I don't know where she got it from, maybe her short visit to Oxford?
"What do you want now?" I ask agitated, "Be polite child! Your sister is getting married to William Wickersham. We're finally uniting the two kingdoms! You are required to be at the castle for preparations tomorrow."
Ugh, her again. She just had to make her reputation better by marrying the prince of our rival kingdom.
Classic kiss ass Genevieve.
"You should really get over here, people are starting to get curious about your whereabouts. Besides, you need a date so that you don't look sad and lonely like your usual self."
Wow, what a speech.
The jealous beech is back again, why does Genevieve have to marry someone so perfect, lemme add a little sauce in this.
"Mom, I have a boyfriend." She pauses for a moment, "Really?! Bring him to the castle!"
"I also have a best friend, princess Mia of Alea." Shut up!
"Bring her! She'll make me look good in front of the press."
Of course she said that. She's just egocentric woman under layers of expensive makeup and Luis Vuitton gowns.
I used to think that she farts Chanel no.5
My goodness, she won't like Asher's background at all, what am I going to do?
"I swear I just saw that statue move." Asher says gesturing to one of the guards by the door.
This is what I'm dealing with people.
This woman is so particular about her image that if a peasant breathes the same oxygen as her she pulls a tantrum.
"Ash,it's a guard they aren't supposed to move." She laughs out loud clutching her stomach.
"Okay." He walks up to one, pulls out something white and draws it to his nose. Oh no, it's a feather.
Where on earth did he get it from?! "Coochie coochie coo." "Asher! Don't do that!" Mia shouts at him.
"I just want to see what happens, relax." He responds. "Asher we don't have time for this."
As soon as it touches his nose three draw their guns at him.
I face palm and sigh. "It's okay he's with me John." He holds his stance, wait a damn minute.
"John." I say again. "I believe that he disrespected one of my servants. I'm the one in charge."
"Let him go." She continues.
Right in front of me descending down the staircase is the one and only, "The Evil Queen." Her glare intensifies for some reason.
I stumble on my words realizing my mistake, "Uh...um Evelyn."
Really blew that one up!
She holds her head high her craning neck twisting back before the rest of her body does. How does the do that?
She retreats into the building and we follow her blindly.
Home sweet home.
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