A/N: This is my first story. so, please don't diss it. R/R if ya got the
time and ya like it! ;)
I did not get these characters off of any show or novel, I created them with the help of my co-author, Laura. Please do not steal or use these characters without my permission.
Chapter one: Just Another Day
I woke up and got out of bed, tired and not quite ready for a new day. Today would be another day of needlepoint, scolding from Mother, and if I was lucky, I'd get to wander outside around the castle for a bit.
At least I have Laura, who is my sister, to keep things interesting. And Peter, the gardener's son. Not to mention Happy, my horse. So I suppose I'm not so bad off.
I walked over to my mirror to see how I looked. I knew I wouldn't look any different than any other day, but I glanced at myself anyway. Looking over myself, I wished I was prettier. I mean, everyone says I'm gorgeous, but I still wish I had more of Laura's natural beauty. Which is she didn't have, none of the hundreds of boys who daydream over her would daydream over her, because she is a real tomboy.
Laura's hair is soft, blonde, and kept short. Mine is wavy, chocolate brown, and comes to my lower back. Her eyes are daring and blue, and my eyes seem so deep, and light brown. Our skin colors match at a medium tone. She looks like Mother, I look like Father.
I heard a knock at my door, followed by Martha's voice, announcing, "Good morning, Miss Holly. Breakfast is ready." After a moment of footsteps,, Martha was gone.
Martha is my servant, a middle-aged woman who has been widowed and left with no children. She is very kindhearted and has been like a second mother to me. Martha has helped raise me for the past sixteen years. I've found that when it comes to advice, she can be even better than Father's advisor.
Anyhow, as soon as Martha had gone, I walked over to my wardrobe and changed into my beige-colored dress. Picking up my comb, I attempted to comb out my tangled head of hair. As soon as my hair was decent, I went out into the hallway to get to breakfast.
As I headed down the hall, Laura came out of her room and called to me. "Hey! Wait up!" Laura shouted. I noticed, obviously, that she was still in her nightgown.
That's typical of Laura. A rule breaker, a daredevil, a smart mouth. An arguer, an adventurer, a carefree girl full of spirit, with Laura, life was always full of surprises.
"Laura, you're still in your nightgown!" I figured I'd tell her under the small chance that it was an accident.
With a roll of her eyes and a grin, Laura remarked, "And you think I care?" She skipped ahead of me, down the hall and to the staircase.
Laura and I never walked down the staircase. At least, not when Mother, Father, or any of the servants are around. We like to slide down the banisters and railings. But if anyone ever saw us, we'd be dead. So we both hopped and the banister, since no one was around, and slid down to the second story, which is right below our rooms. Laura and I both hopped off at the bottom and walked into the dining room. Only, I made sure to straighten my dress before walking in.
We kissed our parents and sat down. The waiters served us our food, and that is when Mother noticed.
"Laura, what and Earth do you have on?" Mother snapped.
"It's my nightgown," Laura said very matter-of-factly, looking Mother directly in the eyes.
Father and I both sighed. We knew what was ahead. Mother would make her change, Laura would give out a sigh while rolling her eyes, and then change. Once she was back, she would have something to complain about.
"Laura, you know not to come to breakfast in a nightgown! Go and change and then come back down," Mother said. She looked very irritated.
Laura rolled her eyes and sighed. She dragged herself up to the third floor to change.
I took a bite into my eggs and looked at mother. Laura is seventeen now, and she and Mother looked very similar. But their personalities are very different. Mother is kind, yet strict, and constantly scolding Laura and I. She was trying to turn Laura and me into proper young ladies.
Laura and I hated that. But I think Laura hated it more than I did. I mean, I don't mind dresses. You'd almost never see Laura in a dress. But we do like some of the same things, such as the outdoors. And cute boys. Bur more and that topic later.
Laura walked back in wearing a light blue blouse and light blue baggy pants. The color matched her eyes almost perfectly. Of course, no dress on.
Laura sat back down to eat. Mother, Father, and I were almost finished. She took a bite of her eggs.
"Eew!" She spit her eggs back out, which you could tell Mother tried SO hard not to say anything about. "They're cold!"
There was the complain to finish off Mother and Laura's routine.
I finished eating and turned to Father. "Father, may Laura and I go outside?" I asked.
Before Father could answer, Mother replied, "Not until you do your needlepoint."
I turned to face Mother. "My needlepoint is finished."
Mother turned to Laura. "And yours?"
"I still need more material before I can finish mine," Laura replied.
"Very well then." Mother answered.
"Yes!" I jumped up and hugged her.
"Put and some shoes first," Mother instructed. "And stay and castle property!"
"We will!" Laura shouted and we both ran outside.
A/N: Okay, I know there wasn't really anything interesting about that chapter, but the starts to stories never really are interesting. Next chappie gets really interesting, I promise! ;) Now, go! Review! Eh, please. Hehe ^^
I did not get these characters off of any show or novel, I created them with the help of my co-author, Laura. Please do not steal or use these characters without my permission.
Chapter one: Just Another Day
I woke up and got out of bed, tired and not quite ready for a new day. Today would be another day of needlepoint, scolding from Mother, and if I was lucky, I'd get to wander outside around the castle for a bit.
At least I have Laura, who is my sister, to keep things interesting. And Peter, the gardener's son. Not to mention Happy, my horse. So I suppose I'm not so bad off.
I walked over to my mirror to see how I looked. I knew I wouldn't look any different than any other day, but I glanced at myself anyway. Looking over myself, I wished I was prettier. I mean, everyone says I'm gorgeous, but I still wish I had more of Laura's natural beauty. Which is she didn't have, none of the hundreds of boys who daydream over her would daydream over her, because she is a real tomboy.
Laura's hair is soft, blonde, and kept short. Mine is wavy, chocolate brown, and comes to my lower back. Her eyes are daring and blue, and my eyes seem so deep, and light brown. Our skin colors match at a medium tone. She looks like Mother, I look like Father.
I heard a knock at my door, followed by Martha's voice, announcing, "Good morning, Miss Holly. Breakfast is ready." After a moment of footsteps,, Martha was gone.
Martha is my servant, a middle-aged woman who has been widowed and left with no children. She is very kindhearted and has been like a second mother to me. Martha has helped raise me for the past sixteen years. I've found that when it comes to advice, she can be even better than Father's advisor.
Anyhow, as soon as Martha had gone, I walked over to my wardrobe and changed into my beige-colored dress. Picking up my comb, I attempted to comb out my tangled head of hair. As soon as my hair was decent, I went out into the hallway to get to breakfast.
As I headed down the hall, Laura came out of her room and called to me. "Hey! Wait up!" Laura shouted. I noticed, obviously, that she was still in her nightgown.
That's typical of Laura. A rule breaker, a daredevil, a smart mouth. An arguer, an adventurer, a carefree girl full of spirit, with Laura, life was always full of surprises.
"Laura, you're still in your nightgown!" I figured I'd tell her under the small chance that it was an accident.
With a roll of her eyes and a grin, Laura remarked, "And you think I care?" She skipped ahead of me, down the hall and to the staircase.
Laura and I never walked down the staircase. At least, not when Mother, Father, or any of the servants are around. We like to slide down the banisters and railings. But if anyone ever saw us, we'd be dead. So we both hopped and the banister, since no one was around, and slid down to the second story, which is right below our rooms. Laura and I both hopped off at the bottom and walked into the dining room. Only, I made sure to straighten my dress before walking in.
We kissed our parents and sat down. The waiters served us our food, and that is when Mother noticed.
"Laura, what and Earth do you have on?" Mother snapped.
"It's my nightgown," Laura said very matter-of-factly, looking Mother directly in the eyes.
Father and I both sighed. We knew what was ahead. Mother would make her change, Laura would give out a sigh while rolling her eyes, and then change. Once she was back, she would have something to complain about.
"Laura, you know not to come to breakfast in a nightgown! Go and change and then come back down," Mother said. She looked very irritated.
Laura rolled her eyes and sighed. She dragged herself up to the third floor to change.
I took a bite into my eggs and looked at mother. Laura is seventeen now, and she and Mother looked very similar. But their personalities are very different. Mother is kind, yet strict, and constantly scolding Laura and I. She was trying to turn Laura and me into proper young ladies.
Laura and I hated that. But I think Laura hated it more than I did. I mean, I don't mind dresses. You'd almost never see Laura in a dress. But we do like some of the same things, such as the outdoors. And cute boys. Bur more and that topic later.
Laura walked back in wearing a light blue blouse and light blue baggy pants. The color matched her eyes almost perfectly. Of course, no dress on.
Laura sat back down to eat. Mother, Father, and I were almost finished. She took a bite of her eggs.
"Eew!" She spit her eggs back out, which you could tell Mother tried SO hard not to say anything about. "They're cold!"
There was the complain to finish off Mother and Laura's routine.
I finished eating and turned to Father. "Father, may Laura and I go outside?" I asked.
Before Father could answer, Mother replied, "Not until you do your needlepoint."
I turned to face Mother. "My needlepoint is finished."
Mother turned to Laura. "And yours?"
"I still need more material before I can finish mine," Laura replied.
"Very well then." Mother answered.
"Yes!" I jumped up and hugged her.
"Put and some shoes first," Mother instructed. "And stay and castle property!"
"We will!" Laura shouted and we both ran outside.
A/N: Okay, I know there wasn't really anything interesting about that chapter, but the starts to stories never really are interesting. Next chappie gets really interesting, I promise! ;) Now, go! Review! Eh, please. Hehe ^^