Blair St. Clair I Do Declare

Blair woke up the next moment with a splitting headache as she held her head and looked up at the shabby, dirty window to see if she could even see a splinter of light through the dirt. Blair sighed, Looking around at her drab surroundings as she tied her hair to get ready for the day. Blair lived in the basement of her father's lavish house. It was dusty, crusty and all around musty. While she partook in the basement's decrepit antics, the rest of the family aka her step mother and step sisters got to be in high society, using her father's money and house just because he married her before he died. It wasn't his fault though, he just wanted a mother for Blair.

"Blair! Get your lazy ass up and come cook breakfast!" A scream like a creature from the night signaled for her to scramble out of her bed. Her step mother, a woman of stature and class, was quite the rude one when behind closed doors. Blair struggled with putting on her black and white dress that she was given instead of beautiful clothes fit for her. She only could wear hand me downs that her step sisters couldn't wear anymore because of how much they didn't like her. She was kind, she was talented in many attributes and although her and her step-sisters were equally beautiful, their mother encouraged them to belittle and mistreat her ever since they were all 7 years of age.

Her sisters names were Detox and Roxxy and they were all 17 years of age at this point. Ten years have passed, and 8 of those years were filled with nothing but misery from her step mother's hand. Their mother was Lady Raven of the House of Dupont. She had married Blair's father after her first husband had left her and even though she tried her best to be a good mother to Blair, she always felt like she could never win the heart of her husband, thus becoming bitter and resenting the little girl. Now she was a St. Clair, one of the most prestigious family names to ever grace the City of Trenoble.

"Blair! Don't make me come down there and drag you from your room!" Lady Raven shouted once more as Blair put on her worn shoes to rush up the wooden steps. She lived in pure hell but she always kept hope alive in her mind. She greeted her mother and step-sisters in the living room with a curtsey and a nod.

"Child, where are your manners?" Lady Raven's words were like fire to Blair's ears as she winced from the venom.

"G-good morning, Lady Raven, Detox, and Roxxy," Blair said in a submissive whisper of a voice, barely audible for the room but loud enough where they could hear. Lady Raven smiled with Detox and Roxxy snickering to themselves.

"That's more like it! Now go fix our food!" Lady Raven commanded as Blair rushed to the kitchen to perform her duties. She would cook them food, do their laundry, scrub the floors, feed the dogs, and clean up after anything they've done. It was quite ridiculous and she never talked back. Why would she? If she were to be kicked out of the house, she would have nowhere to go. With this knowledge, she learned to just survive long enough to be able to take care of herself.