Royal Disaster

The Begining

When I was 4 years old my mom and dad always told me I was special. Every day when I woke up I would be greeted with a 'How are you my special little girl?'. At first I thought it was just what parents did to their children, calling them special and all, but then they had my little twin sisters and my parents never said that they were special once. On my 12th birthday my parents went to the store to pick up my cake. My sisters, who were 6, and I waited and waited for hours, but they never came home. I tried calling their cell phones, but they had been disconnected. We waited in our house for three weeks, but there was no signs of what happened to my parents and we didn't know what to do. I was only 12 at the time and had no idea how to raise two six year olds, I barely knew how to take care of myself. So I decided to go into my parents room and look through their stuff to see if I could find anything that might help me find them or find someone that could help me. I didn't want to call the police because I knew that if I did they would put my sisters and I into the system, and I didn't want to be separated from them. All of their stuff was gone except for one box that was under my mom's side of the bed labeled 'Arabella'. Only my name on a box, I looked for ones that might have had my sisters names, but none only mine. I slid the box out from under the bed and saw that there was a letter attached to the box.

Arabella,
If you are reading this it means your father and I had to leave. It's not your fault, but us being with you was only putting you and your sisters in danger. In this box is everything you need to know, and it will explain everything. One day we will be reunited as a family again, but until then you should get your sisters and get on a plane and go to Miss. Anne's, she will take care of you guys. I love you my special little girl. Be safe and keep out of trouble.

Love Mom