Chapter 1 - Express yourself
Hi, I’m Izzy. I am the queens daughter. From looks of it, I am a blissful, benevolent, gleeful girl with hard working skills. I don’t give up. But in reality, when I get home and have some alone time in the castle, I’m dejected, disheartened, as glum as a rain cloud during a storm. I had too high of expectations when I was younger and know my expectations are lower than a bar on the last round of limbo. As gloomy as my life sounds, it can get exciting sometimes. When I returned from home after going to my private school, I scampered accelerated back into the castle. As soon as I stepped in, I signed knowing that no matter how joyless my day was, afterwards I’d always get some alone time. Just me, myself, and I. When I got into some comfier clothes other then an itchy old dress, I appointed to go to my room, and study some apparent facts. I’ve always tried to be the most knowledgeable and intelligent. Fascinating fact, my brother is the prince and he secretly tutors me when mother and father are away. But, now that my brother is in college I have no one accept my mean mother. I heard the door creek open as I walked downstairs. Uh oh, she’d see me. I’m not in a dress. I quickly sauntered upstairs, and put on a “beautiful”, itchy, tight dress acceleratedly. It was grueling zipping it myself, but I managed to zip it before mother yelled “Izzy?”.I elegantly strut downstairs as my mother set her purse down. “Hello, Izzy. I’ve returned.”, she stated as she took her high ponytail out. “Yes, welcome back.”, I replied. “Wow, Izzy. Such substantial manners with such miniature beauty.”, she said in a smirk. I didn’t know what to say. Honestly... what would you say if your mom asked you that? I replied “I try..”, and giggled to pull it off. She had a look on her face that got me pretty worried. She instantly replied, “You have a speech to give to the whole town about your life in royalty, tomorrow. Better start writing it.”, she exclaimed. I smiled as I hear that. I swiftly dashed upstairs into my room. I put a piece of paper on my desk and looked for a pencil. When I found one, I immediately started writing. Few hours later, I finished. I was happy with myself, but would mother like it?
