Project End of the World

Chapter 1: Constance Charmaine

I have been wrong my entire life.

"Constance, wake up," Alice shook me hard. "before Phillip and the boys finish all the food!" She shook me harder.

"Oui, I'm getting up." I said. We both walked to the dining table.

"Constance! Bonjour." My mother, who was also the queen, said.

"Bonjour mère." I replied.
We were trying to learn more English because father told us so.

I sat down ready to eat, and I ignored Henry teasing Adrien, and Phillip running around.

I finished eating quickly.
I have not eat a lot yesterday, because I saw a questioning thing, a weird thing, it was like a tear in paper but I saw tall buildings, nothing unlike here, it was right through a painting.

No one believed me when I even pleaded it was true.

"Constance, go change into a dress, you look terrible right now." Catherine, my mother

"And brush your hair, it is also messy." Fleur added.

"Oui..I know." I walked to her room.

I had been staring at the painting all night, the tear was gone now, was I hallucinating ?

I didn't know what the full meaning was of that word.

"I can choose for you." Fleur came in suddenly.

"Uh non, merci." I replied. Fleur did anyways.

"This is perfect." Fleur pointed out.

"The white makes your brown hair and eyes look good." Fleur smiled

"It is..uh hazel color." I followed.

I had been studying a dictionary that said..er 2013 dictionary,
I learned a lot of new words.

I had been teaching my sisters them ever since the dictionary came out of the tear.

"This dress is un-in-com-fur-table..or no uh uncom-fortable." I sounded it out.

"What is that mean?" Fleur came closer and tilted her head.

"It means irritable" I looked at the words. I squinted to make sure.

"English is hard." Fleur looked at it and sighed.

"You should wear a corset." Fleur sat down on the bed.

I nodded and she came in. I put in on in my waist.

"It's tight." I said.

Fleur loosened it.

"Merci." I nodded.

Fleur smiled. "Let's resume to our princess duties.".
The day went on, a lot of handshaking, waving, and just smiling for the people.

So the next morning I look better in my gown and my hair was brushed.

"Croissants mon favorite!" Alice ran to the table. She took one and sat down.

"Alice please fix that vase. It's more to the right more than the left." Our mother, Catherine ordered.

I saw it at that moment. The tear—like the painting last night. Alice stood up and walked to the vase.

"Wait!—"I shouted. I reached my hand for hee but missed. "Alice?!" I ran up to her quickly. Alice fell in.

"Alice!" I jumped in. We were falling, and we were going to die.

"Constance?! Why did you come?!"
I tried to get Alice's hand.

"You are going to die with me now!" Alice cried. Until..something happened and suddenly we landed on a mattress.

"Constance! What did you do?!" Alice gasped and crawled to me.

"Uh I don't know!" I looked at her. There were people looking at us. I pushed Alice behind me.

"Don't touch my sister." I say firmly.