Princess Incognito_A Royal Pain in the Class by Nj Humphreys

Author:Nj Humphreys [Humphreys, Nj]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07KYH2F68
Publisher: Marshall Cavendish International
Published: 2018-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

We didn’t talk to each other in the van. I was being a bit childish, but that’s because I am a child. What was Uncle Ernie’s excuse? He just peered through the windscreen as the wipers swished back and forth.

Normally, I love the rain. We used to get these terrifying storms back at the Palace. Mummy squeezed me whenever the thunder exploded over the Palace. Daddy always laughed and handed me a cup of hot chocolate and some marshmallows.

He always said the same thing: Only two marshmallows for you, Sabrina, you’re already sweet enough.

And then, he’d plop a third marshmallow into my hot chocolate when Mummy wasn’t looking. It was our little secret. He’d wink at me and I’d wink back. That was the secret signal of our Three Marshmallows Club.

I kept thinking about them in Uncle Ernie’s filthy white van. I blamed the rubbish weather. The rain splattered across the windscreen, which made me think of my Palace bedroom, and mugs of hot chocolate and Mummy’s hugs and Daddy’s extra marshmallows.

But I knew deep down that it wasn’t just the weather. It was everything.

“So you’re not going to say anything, then?” Uncle Ernie asked.

He was obviously disappointed in me. It was easy to tell when Uncle Ernie was upset because he never ever said that he was upset. He just sat in silence. I don’t know if it was a cunning plan or not, but the silence often made me feel worse.

“I’ve got nothing to say,” I grunted.

If he was going to sulk, then I was going to sulk. I watched his hands grip the steering wheel. His knuckles were turning white so he was obviously squeezing too hard.

“I’ve got nothing to say either,” he said, which probably meant he had loads of things to say.

“Good!” I cried.

“Yeah, good!” he replied.

I folded my arms in a huff. Uncle Ernie focused on driving through the storm.

“I can’t believe you used taekwondo in school,” he muttered to himself, but I still heard him.

“I didn’t use taekwondo,” I said.

“Please, Sabrina. I know we have to use little white lies out there, but not in here, not with each other. We’ve always got to be honest with each other.”

“I am being honest! That horrible girl threw a punch at me, then she tried to kick me and then she charged at me like a mad bull. What was I supposed to do? Let her attack me?”

Uncle Ernie cleared his throat. “Yeah, maybe.”

This time, my eyes didn’t sting. My cheeks did. They were on fire. I felt a scary rage shoot all the way through my body, up from my toes to my cheeks. I was much angrier now than I ever was with Awful Agatha.

“You wanted me to get hurt?”

I wiped my face as fast as I could, but I’m sure that Uncle Ernie had already seen the tears.

“No, of course not, that’s the last thing I’d want.”

Uncle Ernie’s voice sounded wobbly and funny. He was probably upset, too, but I didn’t really care.

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