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HERE B CHAPTER 12 4 U LUVLY FOLKS!
The sun was setting, and the moon was getting ready to claim the sky for the remainder of the day. The sky was splashed with pink, orange, red, and dabs of yellow while the stars glittered and sparkled everywhere. A lone figure sat, enjoying the beautiful sight of the setting sun. Their swing slowing down until it came to a complete stop, and body relaxing peacefully as they lay down in said swing. A sigh escaped from deep within the person as a finger toyed with a blade of grass below.
"Why do people take such a lovely sight like this for granted?" They asked quietly to no one in particular. A Robin soared past her head and disappeared into the light of the horizon. "It's not everyday that one gets to lay down in peace and watch the sun go down." She lay there for a little while longer and then decided that she needed to go inside before her mother, pardon, stepmother blew a gasket for spending more time in the garden than in her kitchen; the person chuckled quietly at the thought of her enraged stepmother and made her way down the path that led to the door. The woman lifted her skirts and opened the door, only to come face-to-face with her stepmother who had a calm expression on her face, a little too calm for the younger woman's liking.
"Hello there, my precious Elizabella."
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"I don't know what to do, Jack. We've searched high and low for this woman, and I have yet to find her." A man with curly brown hair stated as he buisily cleaned his mouth in an effort to make sure that all traces of Sylvia were completely gone from his features, which included: wiping his mouth, airing his shirt, cleaning off his cheeks, and redoing his hair.
"Don't worry so much, William, you will find her."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it deep within."
"All I feel deep within is a broken heart." Prince William responded. He looked out the octagon window as the carriage rolled down the streets of Yellowdale. This was the last street left to look down, and if she wasn't in any of these houses, he didn't know what he would do. He siged, "Probably die."
"What was that?"
"Uh...I said, look at the fly!" He covered, pointing to the window; Jack looked.
"Um, Your Highness? No disrespect intended, Sire, but since when did flies look like pigeons?" Will looked out the window, and indeed, there were pigeons swarming about. He looked back at the confused Jack and offered him a nervous laugh before looking back out the window as the carriage continued to travel down the road.
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"Hello to you too, Stepmother." Elizabella responded, way more than a little wary of the red head woman, "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh yes," She gave a wide grin, "I slept very well. Please," She stepped aside to allow Elizabella enterance, "come in out of the cold."
"But, it's about eighty something degrees." Elizabella corrected, pinching her eyebrows together in confusion.
"Exactly! It's freezing, now come on; don't be shy!" Before Elizabella could protest, Scarlett had yanked inside by the arm and slammed the door shut. As soon as Bella got all the way into the front room, she saw Estrella and Giselle standing there with wide happy grins on their faces.
"Um...what's going on?" She could hear the rustle and bustle of Scarlett's heels and long red dress as she moved toward the small group. She stood beside Giselle and smiled at Elizabella.
"Nothing's going on, My Child, we're just happy to see you is all. Would you like to change out of those icky clothes before we have a talk with you?"
"Talk? About what?"
"Oh, nothing special; just this, that, and the other." Elizabella looked at her stepmother as though she were crazy. She slowly made her way to the stairs with the other three women at her heels. She walked up the stairs, letting her hand brush against the railing.
"Dearest Giselle?" Asked Scarlett as they followed Elizabella up the spiraling staircase.
"Yes, Dearest Mother?"
"How was your evening at the ball? I never asked you, and I'm afraid that you and I are not having enough mother/daughter conversations. I'd hate for you to GET CAUGHT by the officers for doing something wrong because I never told you how to do the right thing."
"Well, Dearest Mother, I had a wonderful time at the ball. THE PRINCE and I had a nice long chat and danced the night away for quite sometime. We would have danced longer if this YOUNG BLONDE had not come in from nowhere at around ELEVEN O' CLOCK in her LAVENDER GOWN that evening."
"Oh really? My night was somewhat the same, although I didn't get to dance with him, for she had the prince ENCHANTED by her charms and now has him looking throughout THE WHOLE TOWN for her after she left so suddenly at MIDNIGHT. Also, did you notice that her face and hands were just a tad bit DIRTY?"
"Yes, I surely did. The only time I've seen such grime is when a MAID cleans a house, or just a sister with bad hygiene."
"Sister? Why sister? She could have a been a mother, an aunt, a STEPSISTER, or even just a friendly neighbor."
"You're right, Mother, I really shouldn't jump to conclusions like that. After all, I wouldn't like it if someone put their DIRTY CLOTHES in my droor to get me CAUGHT and accused of not doing my CHORES." (a.n. that's just a saying)
By the time they got to their destination, Elizabella was practically bathing in her own sweat and her hands were shaking...er, vibrating. Do they know? She thought. No, they couldn't. I was way too careful; maybe they're talking about someone else.
"Wouldn't you agree, Elizabella?" She turned around at her bedroom door and stared nervously at the smirking faces of Giselle, Esrtrella, and Scarlett; she didn't even notice that the lock that use to be on the inside was now outside, and the side with the keyhole was inside.
"Y...yes."
"And Bella, you claim to have been thinking and daydreaming while we were away," Estrella piped in, "About how you would never get to see the prince again. When did you ever see him in the first place?"
"At the market." Ha! They couldn't possibly catch her now!
Scarlett quirked an eyebrow in suspicion; she knew exactly how to get her to speak, "Hmm. When you were done daydreaming, you cleaned the kitchen?"
"Yes."
"Scrub the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Clean out the attic?"
"Yes."
"Polish the dining room?"
"Yes."
"Water the plants?"
"Yes."
"Feed the cat?"
"Yes."
"Bathe the horses?"
"Yes."
"Clean the guest room?"
"Yes. The bed is made, the windows clean, and the furniture dusted." She finished with a smile.
"Oh really?" Giselle asked in mock interest, "But Elizabella?"
"Yes?"
"Last time I checked, we didn't have a guest room, the cat ran away a week ago, and the bathroom was still a wreck when we got home." The three women smirked at her, and seeing the horrified look in Elizabella's eyes, their smile's vanished.
"I knew it!" Scarlett yelled, "You ungrateful, dirty, little leech! You left and then lied to me, to all of us!"
"I- I didn't- you were- my-" Elizabella stumbled; she was caught, and there was no covering up this time. "But Mother!" Before you could blink, Scarlett had a death grip on Elizabella's upper arm and dragged her into the room.
"You will learn to obey me! You will learn to watch your tongue! You will stay in this house, in this room, and you will learn to respect me!" She power walked back the door and locked it from the inside with the key, "When the prince gets here, you will not make a peep or, Lord help me, it will be your last."
"No!" Elizabella raced to her bedroom door, but she was too slow; Scarlett had shut and locked her in. As much as Elizabella struggled to get the door open, her efforts were useless, and she ended up laying on the floor, sobbing her eyes red.
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Will sighed with frustration as he stormed from yet another house, and got back in the carriage. A curly blonde haired woman stood at the door with somewhat of an apology in her eyes. He had come across eight houses so far, and the women's feet were either too big or too small, others were just...too deformed.
"Come on, Your Highness, we have one more house left." Jack tried to cheer him up, but it was not working. He either had a fifty-fifty chance of her being there. What if she wasn't? Will shook his head furiously in an effort to clear such a horrid thought from his mind.
"I know, but what if she isn't there? What if she really did move somewhere else? What if-"
"What if you just sit back and think of the positives?"
Will was dumbfounded. Since when did Jack speak with such force to him? But he was right; he had to stop thinking so negative and just relax, she would be there, and he would marry her. "You're right."
Sparrow nodded as the carrige continued down the road. It finally came to a complete stop in front of a two-story old beat down house, with a barn off to the side, and white picket fences guarding the home. Will sighed and led Jack up to the front door; they knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later, he could hear someone unlocking the door, "This is it." He said under his breath, nerves starting to play tug-of-war in his stomach. The door finally opened and revealed a red headed lady with glistening red lipstick and a silken red dress.
She smiled up at him, "Welcome, Your Highness. Please, come in."
Author Gibberish That Nobody Reads: I need to stop dragging this out, I KNOW! You're probably all saying, "Gah! Why does she keep dragging this along? Hurry up and get him to marry the woman already! JEES!" But, y'all know me. I like to keep you on the edge of your seat and extremely anxious. Hmm. I've pleasured you guys with a lot of fast updating; maybe I should be mean and not post the next chapter until, I don't know...after POTC 2? (evil grin)