Chapter 7! OK So I'm at the point where I update like everyday!

this one is kinda heavy :(

Enjoy!


Bridgette's POV:

"And all he did was look in the mirror!" Courtney shouted. She had been going on a twenty minute rant on how horrible her day was. All of the girls and I were in the room, getting ready for bed. I was braiding Gwen's hair.

"It's alright Courtney, I'm sure things will turn out fine." I told her.

"I don't know if I can live the rest of my life with someone who only cares about how he looks."

"You don't have a choice, so just suck it up and deal with it." Heather snapped.

"Well I guess Alejandro is perfect then." said Gwen.

"No, he's an annoyance. But I, unlike some people, don't complain about it."

"Ha-ha." Zoey Laughed.

"You? Not complaining? Those words do not belong in the same sentence." laughed Gwen.

"Girls, just relax. It's not the end of the world." I said, trying to calm them down.

"Easy for you to say, you can chose who you love." said Courtney.

"Um, so can we, we just can't ever marry them!" Zoey flopped on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. I walked over and stoked her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Your day wasn't horrible, right?"

"No, but he just seemed so scared. I'm not scary, right?"

"Well, you're a spunky girl with crazy red hair, that's a little frightening." laughed Courtney.

"Don't listen to her, you're not scary, he's probably just as troubled about the whole thing as you are. That's all."

"I guess you're right."

"Ok girls, to sleep." Then they all piled into their beds and I blew out the candles. Then I walked down the hall to get to my room. I wasn't paying attention and bumped into someone. He turned around and then I noticed it was Geoff. He smiled.

"Bridgette, we have to stop meeting like this." he laughed.

"Hello Geoff.'

"Hey I thought you were one of the Duke's daughters?"

"No, I tried to tell you, I'm a servant, the girl's caretaker."

"Oh." His face changed.

"Walk with me?"

"I don't think I can, I'll be sent away is I'm suspected."

"Don't be silly."

"Geoff I appreciate your concern, but I can't."

"Bridgette I think you're really cool."

"You don't even know me."

"Which is why I wanna walk with you."

"I can't. You're betrothed to Gwen and I would be disobeying."

"Bridgette…"

"It's not safe for me. Goodbye Geoff." And with that, I walked away. Part of me wanted so badly to go and walk with him, but it was outweighed by my fear of the Duke.

Heather's POV:

"So, tell me, Why are you so cold." Alejandro asked. We were walking through the courtyard.

"I don't know? Why are you so annoying?"

"Heather, I don't know why you are being so adversarial, I'm only try to start a friendly conversation."

"Why are you so cold? Yea that's a wonderful way to start a conversation."

"You're right, that wasn't exactly my finest moment. Truce?"

"Fine, but don't expect me to be all fluffy."

"Never, mi amore."

"What the heck does that mean?!"

"Truce, remember?"

"Ugh!" I then stormed off. Why is he so incredibly annoying? I was in my room when I heard a voice.

"Um Miss Heather, there is a parcel for you." It was a servant. I took the parcel and opened. When I saw what was inside I began balling… It was my destiny.

Courtney's POV:

I was sitting in the Courtyard thinking, when I heard someone.

"Ehy Princess, brought you something." It was Duncan.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"Just saying hi, that's all."

"You're not allowed to be here, seriously go!"

"Oh are you worried about me princess?"

"I barely even know you."

"Still. Here." He handed me a parcel.

"What is it?"

"Open it." I opened the parcel and I saw a huge plate full of green jelly.

"Ahh!" I threw in onto the ground. "You horrible person!"

"Oh c'mon Princess I am only teasing." He laughed. He then saw I was seriously shaken up.

"Princess," he said sitting down next to me. "I only did that to have an excuse to see you again. I'm sorry." Wow did he actually say that.

"Thank you, and can you please stop calling me that?"

"What? Princess? No I think it suits you."

"Fine. Now you go!"

"Alright. See ya later."

"No, you can't come back-." He was gone. That boy, he drives me insane.

Zoey's POV:

"What! How have you never ridden a horse before?" I asked Mike.

"I just have never gotten around to it."

"Ok that's gotta change. C'mon!" I pulled his hand and dragged him to the stables. "Here is my horse, Rose." He jumped startled.

"Oh my goodness, that's a big horse!"

"Oh come on, she's not bad. Right rose!" I said stroking her mane.

"Zoey! What on earth are you doing down here!" It was Mother. "You know better than this! Now!" she grabbed my arm and took me to my room. "you must always be put together and never be rustic! You hear me Zoey! Never! Now get dressed in your gown. I'll call the servants to help!" and that was the end of me seeing mike that day.

A few hours later, we all were in bed, sleeping. At about 3:00 in the morning I heard Screaming.

"What on Earth is that?!" We all stood up shaking; we huddled into each other's arms, even Heather. The whole palace was awake and people were running up and down the halls. Bridgette came into the room with tears in her eyes. She came and hugged us all.

"What is it?" Courtney choked out the words.

"The Duchess… she's been poisoned." She started crying.

"Mama! No!" Gwen held onto me tighter. "she's not dead, but is very sick and unconscious." Gwen was shaking.

"Bridgette!" Gwen ran into her arms and started sobbing.

"Its ok." She stroked her hair. " It'll be ok, I promise." Bridgette stayed with us that night. No one could sleep except Heather… figures.

Gwen's POV:

My whole world had crashed down in less than a second. My mother, sure she was harsh and pushed us all the time, but I still loved her more than anything and now she was poisoned. I have no idea what happened but I had already lost my father, I will not loose my mother. I will make sure of it. When everyone was sleeping I crept into mother's quarters. She was silently sleeping. She was sweating and shaking. The sight almost made me cry. I sat there, crying, until my eyes caught something. A note that read:

"You take one of mine, I will take one of yours." It was written on a very strange type of paper. I have no idea what happened but something inside of me snapped. Whoever this person was, I was going to find them and make them tell me how to cure her. I really don't remember what was going through my head at that moment that made me make such an insane decision. I ran down to the library and opened a science book… never thought I'd do that on my own time. I knew I had seen that paper before. It was made by barbarian tribes long ago form a plant found up North. Again, the idea was insane, but what was at stake was much more important than my safety. I ripped out the page of the book that had the information and shoved in my satchel. I went upstairs to my room and put on a shirt and trousers. I couldn't help thinking of the fit mother would have if she saw me wearing trousers. I grabbed my midnight blue hood and ran over to my chest. I opened it and took out my bow. My father had given one to Heather and I without mother knowing before he passed. Memories of him secretly teaching us how to shoot raced through my head and almost brought me to tears.

I snuck to the kitchen and stole bread and water. As I was making my plan, I wrote a letter to Zoey explaining everything. Then quietly, I took my horse and tip toed to the gate. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a voice.

"Going for a ride?" It was Geoff.

"Geoff I-."

"Am going to go find the person who poisoned your mother." He finished my sentence.

"How did you know?"

"Because I know you."

"Please don't tell anyone."

"I'm not here to stop you, I'm here to give you this." He handed me a piece of paper.

"Give this to a guy named Trent. I met the guy a while ago and he owes me a favor. He had something that'll help you."

"Thank you Geoff!" I got off my horse and hugged him. Then I got on my saddle and right before I left, Geoff said,

"Live your life like you're at a party! Smile!" and with that, I rode off into the dark, not knowing what I would do when I found the person, but only that I would find them.

Zoey's POV:

I awoke early in the morning to the sun shining through the curtains. I felt something sharp against my face. It was a Letter from Gwen. I opened it and then immediately sat up.

"No!"


So? Ok this one has alot of info for one chapter... sorry bout that one. Heather's character is very tourchered, making her really interesting. I figured out my complete writing style: Giving Meaning to their Steriotypes. I love writing this. Thanks for all the support!

New Chapter coming soon!

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~Astrid