So, I've been having this idea ever since I knew of the newest Disney Channel Movie:

Princess Protection Program

And it's a J.O.N.A.S! fic :D

I can't help but start writing it even thought I've still got START ALL OVER to update :D

review this? and let me know if I should continue (:

Disclaimer: Everything regarding the PPP belongs to Walt Disney, apart from my OCs, the country I created - Austravenia and the plot i created.

X's and O's people.

Hi. And welcome to my life.

Except that you're not going to be looking much into it since I'm on the run. Yeah, you heard me right. I'm on the run. How exciting is that? Well, it's my first time running away, so you have to pardon me for the silly mistakes I'm going to make.

I ran a hand through my curls and walked up to the Victorian styled vanity that was built against the lavender colored wall, checking my appearance. With a head of soft blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and cupid bow lips, I looked like any ordinary fifteen going on sixteen year old girl with the occasional outbreak of pimples and annoying freckles flecked across my cheeks and nose. But yet, I am far from being ordinary in everyone's eyes. And I really mean everyone.

I looked down at the things that were packed neatly by the maids that came in nearly every hour of the day and grabbed my haversack that was sitting on my queen sized bed. My concept of running is to grab everything you need even though they're gonna weigh as heavy as an elephant. I threw everything in my view into the haversack and frowned when I saw something that wasn't needed being thrown into it.

"Ugh, what the he-" I stopped mid-curse on instinct and flopped down onto the soft bed sheets. I've picked up the skill of not cursing ever since I said my first word. My dad forbade me to cuss, which annoys the hell out of me. Teenagers are allowed to do that. So why am I any different?

Oh right.

I am very different. In every sense possible.

Sighing, I started berating the environment I was raised in, berating the people in my life, berating everything. And berating myself. I took out everything that I had thrown into the haversack without thinking and sorted through the numerous objects that mostly contained things that I do not need or was just a luxury for running away from home.

Running away from home. That sounded oddly alien. From the day I was born, I was protected. Within this harm-proof shell where my parents threw me and bubbled me in. I've never ever had a fall before. Not once. People prevented me from doing that.

Sighing, I walked into the spacey walk-in-closet and grabbed the pile of casual clothes which I had smuggled into my house without my father knowing. He would probably burn them all and throw the ashes into the sea if he knew about their presence in his haven. I stuffed the pile of clothes into my bag and could have burst out laughing at the shape of the haversack if this wasn't a serious situation. Brushing my hands together, my eyes traveled around the spacious room to see if I left out anything and stopped at the seemingly harmless object that gave my heart a painful tug.

Our family portrait.

There sat my mom and my dad, poised and elegant in the two master armchairs with the four of us smiling happily into the camera. It was one of the happiest moments in my life, taking that portrait. And probably one of the last few. I took the black photograph from the bedside table and brushed my finger against the clear glass cover.

I smiled fondly at my two older sisters, Madison and Abigail, and my youngest brother Ashton before my eyes trailed to the eight year old me.

Yeah, this picture was taken eight years ago. The time where my dad was still a normal father. A caring father. My favourite person in the world. Except everything seemed to change as time goes by. My mind went back to the last conversation we had, and trust me, it wasn't a good one.

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"But Dad! I hav-"

"How many times have I told you? No calling me Dad when I'm in the office! You never learn, Audrey, you never learn."

"Stop trying to change the subject, Sir!" I yelled and stood up from my seat that was in front of his huge polished oak table. A golden plaque sat in the middle of it with the Austravenian flag stuck onto a platform beside it. Sunlight was pouring in through the bullet-proof glass window of the office when I saw a bunch of dark clouds approaching.

"Do not use that tone with me, young lady." I rolled my eyes at him and his prim and properness then shook my head defiantly. I'm not going to back down this time. Not without a good fight.

"I'll use whatever tone of voice I like, Sir." I retorted, hardening my glare. I could see a deep frown on my father's face and continued. "You changed, dad. You really did. You weren't like this before. What's happened? You obviously know how important this photography contest is to me! And you're not letting me attend it. This is ridiculously unfair!"

"I'll do whatever I like, Audrey Williams. And don't you dare defy me. I am your father and you will listen to me." My father said as tears filled my eyes, blurring my sight. "It's for your own safety, Audrey."

"It's ALWAYS for my own safety, dad. It's never about you." I replied and stepped away. "I hate you. You and your prim and properness. I'm a teenager, your own daughter. Not a prisoner." With that, I bolted out of the door, ignoring the cries of my father calling for me.

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I shook myself out of that last piece of memory with my father and stood up from my bed. I bent down to smooth the creases I made on the bed before taking out the royal blue envelope that bore the names of my beloved siblings. Setting the letter on my velvet maroon pillow, I sighed again and took in a last look of the vast room in which I spent my whole life in.

It's now or never.

I grabbed the packed haversack from my bed along with the prized camera that had always been sitting on the top spot in my glass shelf of prized possessions. Even the tiara was placed underneath it. My eyes trailed to the clock that was hung high up on the wall and read the time.

One twenty-three a.m. Everyone should be asleep by now.

I snuck across the room quietly and took a deep breath. This is it. I opened the large oak doors quietly and peeked out into the enormous hallway of this intricate maze-like mansion. All the guards were too stupid too be true. They were sleeping so soundly when they should be on guard. I slipped out of the room and closed the door gently behind me, taking care not to make any noise before creeping my way past the snoring guards and the twenty-four/seven security cameras.

Clink.
I held my breath and froze in my spot as my necklace fell from my neck and dropped to the floor. The guard shifted a little before stilling again and continued his snoring.

That was a close one; I thought and let out the breath I was holding in before stooping down to retrieve the fallen jewelry. It was my grandmother's and she gave four of her prized necklaces to Madison, Abigail, me and Ashton.

I clipped the necklace back onto my neck securely and continued my way. For the rest of the night, I crept and sneak past security cameras and avoided using hallways that had guards to the secret doorway I discovered a few weeks back. It led to the carpark of the mansion which led to the exterior of the whole place. And voila! Freedom at last.

So now, I'm gonna go sneak out of this doorway and into my own freedom. Seeya people!

Oh, and before I forget, I'm Audrey Aurora Dignity Williams. Sounds familiar huh?

Duh! Of course it sounds familiar! Everyone in Austravenia knows me.

I'm their Princess.

how's that for a prologue?

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