The little duchess

Chapter one

Chapter 1
    Out in the meadow, that's the only place I can breathe. Everywhere else they squeeze me into a corset, I think they try to kill me. Out here I can be myself, no one to judge me. Out here in jeans and a shirt no trap to kill you called a "dress." I can move, breathe, run and actually ride my horse, Skip. She's kind and she helps take me away. She helps me seem to fly, leaving all my trouble's behind.
    I'm 15 and have long curly blonde hair, blue eyes, a few freckles.  It's about time you know who I am. Anne Willow or the Duchess of Edinburgh. Ugh, how I hate that title. I hate being special. I never get to play with other kids. I'm not allowed, I'm watched like a hawk rather or should I say babied? I don't know. But I guess you could imagine it, lesson here, lesson there, sit up! Hold your tongue! Eat properly! Ugh. I just hate it!
  Then Skip jerked her head up,"What's the matter?" I said as I looked around and saw a horse running towards us. I quickly hopped to my feet in a hopeless rush to slip away but nope, there he was, Gregory. Ugh, my father when I was about six put him in charge of organizing my lessons and in a way raise me. He was a strict man, rather cold too, tall and slender. I think he's around 38 years old, I don't know for sure.
   "My lady, you can't lock your English teacher in a closet and steal the stable boys clothes!" Says Gregory in a harsh voice.
    "Well, first of all you're wrong"
    "Wrong! Young lady! Get on your horse we're going!" Yells Gregory as he rudely interrupts me, so I continue, "these aren't the stable boys clothes, rather my fathers from when he was a boy! I found them in a box."
   "But still! They are boys clothes and you are a lady! A lady! Let's go!"
    So I climb up onto Skip's back and follow Gregory back to where I live, the Edinburgh Estate. A big house in the middle of the moors. It's cold and dark. Really that's all, oh and big. Like awfully big. Like 10 huge bedrooms countless other rooms. Like a legit room for everything.
   So we get back to the stable. I got down to get Skip cleaned up when suddenly Gregory grabs my arm and starts to drag me back to the house.
     I start to scream,"Let me go! Let me take care of Skip! Stop! Noo! Stop! Get off!"
   But no one could help, my parents were dead, my family is a bunch of old aunts and uncles of different places. Gregory basically could do what ever he wanted. He was the king of this place and I was the cats toy. But soon I would be able to see out of this isolated prison.