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Barbie in the Twelve Dancing Princesses
Childhood Days
Chapter Two: The Morning
The seven princesses were in the dining room, waiting for their late breakfast. Their parents were not there, having taken their breakfast an hour ago. The wait would have been very long if it was not because of the ongoing argument.
"You are so busted, Edeline," said Delia, pointing an accusing finger at her sister.
"It wasn't me! I swear I didn't," Edeline tried to defend herself. "You're the one who did it!"
"I did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Oh, please," Fallon said, rolling her eyes. "You two are acting very immature. You should grow up."
"Stay out of this, pipsqueak. Mind your own business," Delia growled.
"You can't call me 'pipsqueak' just because you're older than me. Besides, it is my business."
"Delia, I think she's saying she's the one who did it," said Edeline in a sly way.
"I didn't say that!"
Genevieve, in the meantime, was watching her older sisters argue and kept quiet for fear of getting involved.
Meanwhile, on the other said of the table, Ashlyn and Blair were watching the interesting argument.
"When will those three ever get along?" sighed Ashlyn. "They've been like that ever since."
"Cheer up, Ash," Blair said. "It's not like they're going be like that forever. They'll get along, uh, someday."
"I hope so and I hope that that 'someday' will come soon."
"Why are you so bothered with them, anyway?"
"I can't help but worry and wouldn't you be embarrassed if your sisters start fighting in front of others?"
"I know I won't."
"What? And why not?"
"Because they'll embarrass themselves and not me."
"...You're impossible."
"Why, thank you, Ashlyn."
"By the way, who did splash mother with water?"
"It was...me."
"...Sometimes, you can be a lot worse than all three of them combined..."
"Make that always."
"I know," Edeline said from the other side of the table. "We'll let Courtney decide."
"Good idea," Delia agreed. "Hey, Courtney, who do you think splashed mom with water this morning? Was it me, Edeline or Fallon?"
But Courtney was too engrossed in her book to notice anyone and anything, much less the argument her sisters had.
"Uh, Courtney? Courtney? Yoo-hoo, Courtney. Courtney!! Uh, she's doing it again..."
"Blair, would you mind?" Fallon asked.
"Uh, sure," Blair said. "Hey, Courtney. Courtney?" Blair tried waving her hand in front of Courtney, shaking her and poking her but to no avail. "Well, this should work." Blair then grabbed the book from Courtney, who snapped back to reality instantly.
"What did I do to you? Give me my book."
"Not until you answer their question."
"What question?"
"Who do you think splashed mom with water earlier?"
"Yeah," Delia said. "They keep on accusing me!"
"No way!" Edeline pouted. "You girls accused me!"
"You two always team up on me!" Fallon said.
Genevieve still kept quiet.
Courtney was silent for a while then said, "You can give me my book now, Blair."
"So? Who was it?"
"It was you."
Blair suddenly looked liked she's seen a ghost. Courtney then grabbed her book from her sister's limp hand and continued reading.
"Blair did it? How did you know?" Edeline asked, perplexed.
"I saw her splash water in your direction and hit mother instead, but since all three of you were splashing together it was easy to mistake that one of you hit mother," Courtney said matter-of-factly, looking up from her book. "And as proof, she confessed."
"I-I did?" Blair asked, bewildered.
"I heard you say it to Ashlyn, a bit loudly."
"Oh..."
Then, Delia, Edeline and Fallon started chanting with Genevieve laughing and clapping with them, "You are in trouble! You are in trouble!"
"Haha! You're right, Blair," Ashlyn laughed. "They're starting to get along."
"...At least this day couldn't get any worse..." Blair sighed.
Suddenly, Louis, the royal cook, went in and announced, "Good morning, your Highnesses. You'll love today's menu, chosen by the Queen herself: vegetable salad with dressing," placing plates of food in front of everyone, who, unknown to him, made faces of disgust.
"You just had to ask, Blair," Delia said in defeat, facing her plate of salad.
"But I don't like vegetables..." Genevieve sadly said.
"We know, Genevieve," Fallon said, sighing. "We know."
