Ok ch.3

So far, the girls, exept Heather, have had different personalitites than in the show. I did that because since they are only children, this is when there personalities are formed.

Ok so now we have the reason of Courtney's need to be perfect all the time, the roots of heather's meaness, and a loss that causes gwen to become sad.

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Courtney's POV:

I took a deep breath and stepped in to my father's meeting room. He had called me for some reason. All the possibilities ran through my head. Was he angry with me? Was I in trouble? It's not like I was scared of my dad, I just never have seen him alone on account of something good before. In fact, I rarely ever saw him. Honestly, for my whole life, the only people I've ever considered family were Bridgette and Zoey. Do I love my father? No Courtney, stop it, get a hold of yourself. I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my head and then stepped forward and saw that he was sitting in his huge black chair.

"Courtney my dear," he purred. "Come child." I stepped closer.

"What ever I have done to offend you, I am sorry father." I found myself at my knees. Maybe I was afraid of him.

"Oh child." He sighed. "I'm not angry with you." He said, helping me back to my feet. His face was happy, his blue eyes sparkled. It was so strange, but it wasn't unpleasant.

"I want to ask for your help."

"My help?"
"Yes child. You are responsible; I think you deserve a chance to prove yourself."

"What may I help you with father?"

"There will be very important people attending the welcome ball tomorrow, and I need you to be in charge of the desserts."

"The desserts?"

"Well you are a child, who would know the best sweets better than a little girl."

"Are you serious father?" I smiled.

"My child, I know that me marrying the duchess and you getting two new sisters was hard on you. I want you to know that I do love you. Promise me you won't let me down?"

"I promise father!"

"Now off with you, you've got work to do!" Then a skipped out of the room. Finally I felt happy. Daddy trusted me with something. I was so excited I went down to the royal baker as fast as I possible could.

Heather's POV:

'Courtney has an important job to do?' I thought to myself. I had listened to her conversation with the duke. He trusts her…. It's perfect. I don't care if its wrong, She's gonna pay for treating me like that yesterday. I walked on down to the kitchen to find the baker. As soon as I got there I waited outside the door. I heard Courtney talking to the baker.

'I need eight dozen of each sweet: Truffles, cakes, tarts, muffins, pies."

"Yes, m'lady. Only the best."

'Thank you." And with that she skipped out the back door. As soon as she left I walked into the kitchen.

"Why hello Heather, what can I do for you." asked the Baker.

"About the party, I have the list of desserts."

"Oh sorry my dear, Courtney just gave me the list."

"Oh no! That list is wrong! This is what the king wants." I said, handing a piece of paper. His eyes scanned the paper quickly. His expression turned disgusted.

"Pickled prune tarts? Stuffed frog? Are you sure this what the Duke wants.

"If you want I can go ask him and tell him it's because you didn't trust his new daughter. What's your name again?"

"No, no! That won't be necessary. I'm sorry m'lady I'll get on that right away."

"Good, and may I have a cookie?"

"They're over there girl." I took a cookie and then skipped out of the room happily. The ball will be very interesting, yes, yes it will. Then out of no where I bumped into Bridgette.

"What were you doing in there young lady?" she asked looking at me suspiciously.

"None of your business." I huffed walking away from her. She grabbed me by the collar of my dress.

"I hope you know what you're doing." She looked into my eyes.

"Stop it! You're not the boss of me!"

"Actually, I am. But I can't force you to do what is right. But I hope you make the right choice." She said solemnly.

"Ugh!" I stormed off. How dare she make me feel guilty! She doesn't know me! No body does!

Gwen's POV:

"Ouch!" I shouted, as Bridgette tightened my corset. It was the day of the welcome ball and it was starting in three hours. Over the past week, I had become great friends with Zoey and Courtney. Heather, on the other hand, was as cold as ice. Didn't she want to make friends with her new sisters?

"Geez, we are 11 year old girls do we really need corsets?!" Zoey shrieked as another servant tightened hers.

"It's the duchess' orders. Sorry." said Bridgette. I bit my lip as the corset almost suffocated me. I was already as thin as a twig, now my waist seemed tiny enough for me to wrap by hands all the way around it.

"Come on Gwen! It's just a corset. Grow up! Child!" Heather snapped at me. I know that she's my sister and I have to love her… But I really do hate her.

"It's painful heather, so you just shut your mouth! I'm done letting you push me around! Never again!" I yelled at her. She was totally taken back. Before we came here,

I had always stood in her shadow. But never again will that happen. She's just gonna have to get used to not being the queen of everything.

"Ugh." Heather rolled her eyes. "Just get me tied up!" she shouted at the servants.

All of us girls shook our heads as if so say 'that's messed up.'

Next was the most horrible thing I've ever done: the crinolines. I was put into the huge wood contraption and it was tied to my corset. I needed at least three servants even to help me walk two feet. They then threw a huge dress over me. It had frills, layers, and lace… and was pink. In my opinion, it was hideous. They then pinned my hair half up and half down and tied it up with pink ribbons. They then had to practically carry me over to the mirror. Oh I looked like a rainbow barfed all over me. All of the servants traded off saying "How beautiful!" and "Oh you look darling!" so there I stood, in a huge pink dress, with my black hair tied up in ribbons.

Courtney's POV:

After we were all finished getting ready we all headed down to the ballroom. The guest had just begun arriving. They didn't seem very happy though. All they could keep talking about was the house of Lancaster. All of us girls were forced to sit is our "thrones" Next to our father and greet guests. About thirty minutes I noticed that my desserts were not out of the kitchen yet. So I snuck away and wobbled into the kitchen. When I walked in, a horrible stench almost knocked me out.

"What on earth is going on?" I asked.

"Just making your desserts m'lady."

"Those aren't my desserts! I told you Truffles, cakes, and pies! Not pickled prunes! EWW Is that Frog!"

"Yes, look at your list." I read the list, it was filled with disgusting dishes.

"Where did you get this list!"

"Heather, m'lady. She said you had changed your mind."

"No! " I started crying.

"Oh M'lady! I'm so sorry! I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Don't you see. Now my father will think I'm a failure! He trusted me!"

"Oh, oh we can try to make new desserts!"

"That quickly?!"

"It's worth a shot." He smiled.

"Thank you Thomas!" I hugged him. Then we immediately started making chocolate cake and truffles. Chocolate was extremely rare, but my father was able to get some for our kitchen. Soon the kitchen was a mess batter, sugar, and chocolate were all over the place. I was a mess!

"Thank goodness, your father is not the king. He won't do as horrible things to me." He looked so stressed.

"Don't worry, I won't let him." My dress was completely ruined. As we were making the new desserts. Servers quickly came in and took out the trays of horrible desserts.

"NO!" I shouted running after them. At once I found myself in the ballroom. I must have shouted really loud because everyone was looking at me. My face, hair, and dress covered in baking supplies. The whole world around me seemed to freeze. I looked over and saw the horrified people eating the desserts. I saw everyone looking at me. I saw Heather's smirking face. I saw the Duchesses horrified look. But most of all, my eyes fell upon Father. His eyes were sad, he was disappointed… in me.

Gwen's POV:

Poor Courtney… she was covered in chocolate and flour, standing in the middle of the ballroom, before Father. The desserts were terrible, and she seemed so sad. All of the sudden she started sobbing and ran out of the doors and away.

"Serves her right." smirked Heather.

"What did you do?" I almost yelled at her.

"Nothing, I just thought that her dessert choices, well… needed work. So I changed them." She laughed.

"You are an Evil, evil person and I'm embarrassed to be related to you!" at this point I was shouting. At this point everyone at our table… well, everyone at the ball was looking at us. Zoey put her hand on my shoulder.

" She's not worth it, Lets go find Courtney." Then we got up and started walking.

"Mama, they can't leave like that. They are a disgrace and should be given whippings, Courtney too. At this point Zoey looked like she wanted to kill Heather.

"Gwen, Zoey, sit back down please." The Duchess said. The duke just sat their with this face on the table.

"No Mama, I have to find Courtney." They we ran off. I heard Mama get up, but then sit back down.

"Let them go." said the Duke.

Courtney's POV:

I ran into the Courtyard and made my way to the pond. I washed the flour off my face and cried. I looked into the water and saw my reflection; I wasn't even close to perfect. There was flour in my hair, my makeup was smeared, and my face was tear stained. I un tied my hair and wiped off my makeup. I was so childish; I couldn't even get dessert right. I was pathetic. I wiped all my tears and pulled myself together. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" It was Bridgette.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"You made me a map last summer, remember?"

"Oh, want do you want."

"I want to make sure you're ok. Heather was horrible for doing that to you."

"I'm fine. I don't blame Heather. I blame my ignorance."

"No Courtney, you're not ignorant. This was all the doing of Heather."

"I can't be so blind anymore. Life is hard, and I am never going to back down."

"Courtney, I don't think you're understanding…"

"I understand perfectly. If you want things to be perfect, you have to do it yourself. And let no one get in your way… ever." I said, very strongly. Bridgette sighed.

"I can't force you to do anything, but I hope that you will find that changing yourself is not the answer." With that she walked away. I picked myself up and went up to my room.

Zoey's POV:

Gwen and I had been sitting up in our room, talking and braiding each other's hair. Then Heather walked in with her head held high.

"Hello losers." She said, getting into her bead.

"That was really mean Heather, like even for you." said Gwen

"I don't care, she deserved it."

"And you deserve to be kicked out of the palace. But my human dignity stops me from doing so."

"Niceness is weakness." She huffed.

"Niceness makes friends. And friends make you happy."

"I am Happy!" she shouted. And that ended the conversation. After she fell asleep, Gwen and got up and snuck out into the Courtyard. As we snuck through the halls and too the outside we giggled like crazy. When we started running I bumped into someone.

"What?" the person turned around, it was Thomas, the Chef. "girls, the party is still going on, what are you doing."

"Just going to the courtyard. Please don't tell Father!" I said.

"I wouldn't dream of it. Here." He said taking some cookies out of his apron and giving them to us. "Snuck these out for you girls."

"Thank you Thomas." We both said, hugging him. He was a big guy, like a teddy bear. He loved us kids and was always sneaking sweets for us.

"Oh yes and tell Courtney that I will never be able to forgive myself for what happened tonight." He said as we were running to the courtyard.

"Sure Thomas!" giggled Gwen.

When we were in the courtyard, we sat down by one of the ponds.

"Gwen, what is up with Heather… really?" I asked. "I know that there is something you are not telling me."

Gwen sighed.

"When we were very young, Heather was very close to my father. She was happy, nice, and my friend. They did everything together. One day, my father was found dead in his bed chamber." She bit her lip, trying not to cry. Then, she continued. "Someone had killed him. This came as a huge shock to all of us, especially Heather. She was 8 when he died, I was 7. For three weeks, no one saw her. No one, not even my mother. When she came back into the world… She turned cold as ice. She was sad, angry, mean, controlling… no longer my friend."

"She couldn't believe people could be that cruel…"

"But then she became just like them." Gwen started crying. I pulled her into my arms. "I miss her… the real her." Then we both went back to the room and fell asleep.

The next morning, I saw Courtney.

"Courtney! Oh I'm so sorry!" I hugged.

"Don't be. I have made myself better."

"What?"

"I won't be so flimsy anymore. Everything is going to be perfect. I'll make it so."

"Courtney?"

After that day, Courtney was never the same. She prided herself in perfection. But she lost her love for fun. Everything was always done by the rules. She even ratted us out for stealing cookies once. Heather had caused Courtney to become invincible…well, almost.


So? I absolutely Love writing this story...already! whenever something great, sad, or enraging happens to me, It explodes onto the page! Thats why my stories are so emotional.

Ok so if you have ever read my stories, you know I use backstory so much! I love it!

Ok this is the last chapter of the prolouge. in the normal chapters I think they'll be 13-14 years old... yea. Ok so on My last fic I was on spring break. I think I actually updated like twice a day XD Now, sadly, Because I'm only 15 and have dang homework to do... I don't have as much time to write. So I wont be updating everyday I think about every 3 or 4 days... sorry. In two weeks my summer Vacation starts and I have some really cool fic ideas!

New chapter coming soon!

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~Astrid