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CHAPTER TWO IS HERE FOR YOU MY PEOPLE'S!

Elizabella rapped lightly on the door of Giselle's bedroom. "Who is it?" The occupant asked.

"Elizabella."

"Get in here, girl!" Giselle commanded. Elizabella took a deep breath and exhaled before opening the door and stepping into the large Lemon Yellow bedroom. Giselle, even though she made her step -sister do most of the work, was very organized. Her waist high wooden bookshelf had all of the books that she loves to read organized in alphabetical order, she had only three garments on the floor, which Elizabella picked up as she walked in, and Giselle's bed was made. She turned from her pervious task of brushing her long hair and looked at Elizabella.

"Elizabella, have you washed my clothes yet? Estrella and I are going down to the market today so we can get a little shopping done."

"No, Giselle, I haven't gotten to that task yet. I was told by Stepmother to clean the floors and feed the cat."

"Wash my clothes first. Estrella and I need to get moving." Giselle turned back around and put her brush on the vanity before turning back to the door, only to find Elizabella still standing there. "I said go do it!" She yelled. Elizabella jumped, startled, went to Giselle's closet, and took out her straw hamper. Giselle watched her "sister" leave before heading for the bathroom to wash up.

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Elizabella was almost to the bottom of the stairs when there was a shrill cry from upstairs. "Elizabella!" The person called; it was Estrella. Elizabella rolled her eyes. "Bring me some hot water! Hurry up, girl!" Elizabella pushed Giselle's basket towards a large metal basin and headed towards the kitchen while mimicking her families' voices, "Elizabella, feed the cat. Elizabella wash my clothes. Elizabella get me some hot water.Don't forget to scrub the floors Elizabella. Elizabella! Elizabella!" She sat in a rocking chair next to the radiating fireplace, washing Giselle's clothes while waiting for Estrella's water to finish boiling. Elizabella scrubbed Giselle's Powder Blue dress hard, concentrating on trying to get the stubborn dirt stain out. She didn't even notice the large white carriage that rolled down the street.

When the water began to boil, Elizabella put the clothes on a long line, put them out to dry in the spring morning breeze, and headed back into the house. She took the kettle that held steaming water and brought it up to Estrella's room. Unlike Giselle, Estrella was not organized at all. Her tan colored room had clothes all over the floor, her bed was a wreck, and there were papers scattered everywhere!

"It's about time you got here. Bring me that kettle, please." Estrella wasn't exactly thinking straight at the moment, so one hand grabbed the ragged green dishcloth that surrounded the handleand the other hand held onto the bottom of the kettleto support the heavy weight. But, seeing as she was so enwrapped in her mail, she forgot that the black kettle had just gotten out of the fire and ended up burning her hand. She screamed and snatched her hand back, dropping the kettle on the wooden floor, and letting the substance spill out.

"Elizabella, you twit, why didn't you remind me that that stupid thing was still hot! Can't you do anything right! No, of course you can't; because if you could, your dad wouldn't be dead!" She yelled, as Elizabella got down on all four's and cleaned up the water with the dishrag. Elizabella had been treated very poorly ever since Scarlet took her in, but talking about her dad was crossing the line way too far with Elizabella. She wanted to yell at Estrella; tell her straight. And she did.

"Shut up!" Estrella immediately closed her mouth. "You have absolutely no right to talk of my father that way! It isn't my fault that you forgot that the kettle was still hot; that was your own fault! You can treat me with the worst respect ever, but you are not to ever talk about what happened in my house that day! You haven't a clue of what I went throughduring that time!" Elizabella had tears running down her cheeks, and once she was done with her outburst, she immediately got back on the floor and cleaned up the water that puddle around Estrella's feet. Estrella just stood there, shocked that her sister had been so bold as to yell at her. Elizabella got up off the floor and picked the kettle. She was on her way to the door just as Giselle was coming in.

"Estrella! Estrella! Guess what!" She was very happy and Elizabella stayed in the room to see what her sister had to say.

"What?" Estrella asked as she walked to the bathroom to run her hand under some cool water.

"It's Prince William! He's going to be in the market today!" Both Estrella and Elizabella's ears perked up at hearing "Prince William" in this statement.

"He's what?" Estrella squealed excitedly.

"Yeah! I've just received word about it from Mother! Come on before he leaves!" Giselle was grinning from ear-to-ear before turning to face Elizabella.

"You. You're coming too."

Elizabella was shocked. Was Giselle actually inviting her to come along? No way. That's impossible! Well, impossible or not, she was happy. Giselle, seeing the slowly forming smile on her sister's face, quickly went to finish her explanation. "I only want you to come because I don't want the prince to see me carrying bags and boxes. I need you to come along to carry my stuff for me; I don't want to break a nail or anything." Elizabella's happiness quickly faded; she knew it was too good to be true. Giselle turned back to facing her sister and her grin reappeared on her face. "Come on!" They both squealed and ran out the room, leaving Elizabella to sulk privately and get ready for the long day that was soon to come.

Author's Note: Aw! Poor Elizabella! Bad stepsisters; you're not nice at all! Guys, I know that I made Cinderella seem out of character. But hey, she's a mix between Barbie and Elizabeth Swann! Please, please, please leave me either a comment or a flame. BYE, LOVES! (wink)

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P.S. I know that this chapter was a tad short. SORRY! I'll try to make the third chappy longer.