Becoming Queen

Prologue

It was probably my last memory of them. Us, all singing in the car to the Beatles. Then, all I remember is being cold, wet, and drenched in…ketchup? Alone and in the darkness, just waiting for them to come and wake me from my dream. Or my worst nightmare.

The next few days, or was it weeks? I don't know. Was filled with preparation for their funeral. Their deaths were ruled accidental, hit by a drunk driver. But I know better. I was THERE, but no one listens to the 10-year-old princess who’s dress all week has been stained with tears and whose eyes and nose have looked like tomatoes.

Finally, FINALLY, it was time. Time to say goodbye. I had been waiting for this one last chance for 2 weeks to see them, but my annoying cousin, Luca who is 10 years older than me, has made sure I was doing anything but thinking about today. Before, I put up with him. Now, I hate him.

SIX YEARS LATER…

Alright, I admit I am a little nervous, but I need to do this for my country. Since Mom and Dad died, someone has to rule and it will NOT be my wicked cousin Luca. It will be me, Alisea Maria Pastello, and I pledge to be queen.