Ch. 2- A Whole New World
I did it! I finally did it!
I finally posted a new chapter! Yipee!
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Sunlight gradually crept into the room as the dawn approached. Birds began to chirp as the sky turned from a bright orange, to more of a golden-yellow. The leaves on the trees shook slightly from side to side as the wind blew across the sky. The clouds danced, as if they were celebrating the return of their bright companion. In other words, it was a beautiful new day, awaiting new discoveries and adventures...
Up high in the castle's tallest tower, soundly slept the girl, completely unaware of the world around her.
Out of nowhere, the maid came barging in the room and began to shout as she opened the curtains, "Princess! Princess! Wake up, your highness!"
"*Moan*, 5 more minutes mom..." Isabella groaned as she brought the quilt over her head.
"No, no, Princess. Your mother and father are waiting for you at the royal hall. Breakfast is about to be served! You must get up!" The maid continued to shake Isabella until the girl finally sat up.
As Isabella rubbed her eyes, she began to notice the room around her. Confused, she frantically looked from side to side.
"W-wait a minute," she frowned, "This isn't my room..."
"Princess," the maid said as she brought inside a big bucket of water and handed Isabella a towel, "Don't be silly. Of course this your room!"
Isabella rubbed her eyes again and squinted at the nurse, "G-Gretchen?"
"Yes, your highness?"
"W-what are you doing here?"
"Oh, Princess, please! We don't have time for foolish games!" she begged as she ran to the large closet in the corner and began to flip through the dresses on the hanger, "Quickly, you mustn't keep your parents waiting. Here, put this on." Gretchen tossed a pink flowy, elegant dress to Isabella.
"I don't remember ever getting this at the mall..." Isabella held the dress in her hands as if were some foreign substance.
"Mall? Princess, what in heaven's name are you talking about?"
"You know, the Googoplex Mall..."
"Now, now, let's not make up imaginary things, shall we?"
"But-but..."
"Sorry I'm late!" Isabella panted as she walked inside the royal hall, "I sorrta got lost..."
"Isa my dear, don't you think that it's about time you learned your way around your own home?" the man in a golden crown sitting at the head of the long table said.
Isabella made a face. Only her mother called her "Isa". Who is this strange man? And why is her mother sitting next to him?
She just shrugged it off and sat down, since she was starving.
There was an awkward silence in the room, and Isabella began to fiddle with her thumbs.
"Isa," her mother started, "Your father and I have been thinking about what you said earlier..."
Time stopped for Isabella for a moment. That was HER father? But, her father was dead.
"And," her so-called father continued, "We have agreed to let you go out and...how did you put it?...'explore the world'."
Isabella was unsure of how to respond, "Ummm, thanks?"
"But," the king raised his finger, "We have only agreed on a day...And since the next few weeks we will be busy planning your 15th birthday; today is your only opportunity-"
To Isabella's relief, he was interrupted by the dozen waiters who entered the room carrying enormous trays filled with delicious food.
The rest of the meal was oddly silent.
Isabella flopped onto her huge bed with a sigh.
So many questions. Yet no answers.
Where is she? What is this place? Who are these people, and why do they treat her like some sort of princess?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in."
Gretchen entered the room holding some clothes, a pair of shoes and a little bag. "Here," she said, "Everything you'll need for your trip."
"Thank you," Isabella whispered as she took the materials. "Wait," she called as Gretchen began to leave, "That man, at the table-"
"The king?"
"Yes. Who is he?"
"Why Princess! He's your father, of course!"
"I know, but...is he my real father?"
"What ever do you mean?"
"Nevermind," Isabella flicked her hand.
Gretchen raised an eyebrow, "Princess, are you sure you should be going out today? You don't sound very well."
"Don't worry. I'm fine."
Gretchen didn't look so sure. But, she only nodded and quietly closed the door behind her.
Isabella walked over to her mirror and observed her new 'outfit'. She didn't look half bad.
As she walked to the window to grab her little leather backpack, she accidentally tripped on the edge of the carpet and pushed the bag off the ledge.
She peered out the window to watch it plummet to the ground. "Oops..."
Isabella turned around and began to scan the unfamiliar room for something that would help her climb down and reach it.
Although the 'princess' paused when she heard a pair of footsteps coming from outside.
A familiar, British voice rang throughout the room, "Princess, Princess! Let down your hair!"
She ran back to the window, not believing her ears. "F-Ferb?"
Ha! Bet you weren't expecting THAT, were you?
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I know that some parts are confusing right now, but trust me, it'll all make sense later.
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