Like My Mother

Chapter One

Before reading on, know that this is the sequel story to my previous story, When Harry met Sofie. No, you dont need to read that story to understand this one, but it'd probably help a lot if you did. Hope yall enjoy! :)

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Lying on my bed flipping through the glossy magazines, I feel myself get more and more annoyed with all the articles and pictures of Prince Kingston of Wales. Who cares that he's the next King? He's got plenty of year before that happens! Everyone just thinks he's so perfect. Well guess what! He makes mistakes too! Trust me, I would know. Are you wondering how? Well. I'm his sister. His twin sister to be exact.

Yeah, thats right. I'm Princess Isabel of Wales. Oh wait, you've never heard of  me? I'm sorry! I forgot for a minute no one gives a damn about poor little Isabel. Okay, I'll stop. I'm coming off a bit whiney, right? I tend to get into these types of moods when incidents like today happen.

It started as a great day. I woke up to my dads amazing blueberry pancakes. My best friend Stella called and asked me to go shopping. My dad gladly gave me permission to do my summer shopping, and college shopping. Also, my brother was no where in sight! It was like a sign from God that my life was turning around and becoming happy again. Until Stella and I were sitting in the centre of the mall, eating away at our fish and chips for lunch.

*FLASH BACK*

Stella was sitting across from me, jabbing away about some boy she met yesterday at work who appearently asked for her number. When a group of guys walked by with a couple of girls in tow, carrying a gossip magazine. When I get a glance at the cover, in big red letters it said, "WASHED UP PRINCESS, THE WORST IN CENTURYS" Who's picture was under it? Mine.

To make it all worse, the group of people sat down next to Stella and I. Appearently they hadnt noticed I was sitting right behind them, because they kept right on talking about me as if I wasn't even there. And I, being myself, eaves dropped.

"God, she is such a poor excuse for a Princess." A brunette sneered.

"Right? No wonder her mum died giving birth to her, she didnt want to claim this poor excuse of a girl as her daughter!" Another brunette piped in.

Stella continues her jabbering, oblivious to the tears stinging my eyes. The mum comment was the one that really got to me.

One of the guys leaned across the table and examined my picture. "If she lost the baggy clothes, glasses and took the hair out of her eyes, I'd bang her." He said, with an obvious smirk on his face. You can tell he was trying to piss off one of the girls at the table. Which he succeeded in as the first brunette smacked his arm.

"Seriously, I agree. She would be really hot if she fixed herself up a bit." A semi-cute guy agreed.

Now completely annoyed with them, I shove my chair back from the table, grab my new bags of clothes and turn towards the annoying group of peope who were talking about me. They all four look up at me, shocked by my presence. I swear I seen one of the guys mouth "oh shit".

"If your going to talk about me like I'm not here, atleast make sure you look dont look like the type of person your describing. All your doing is dissing yourself as well. You dont think I know how I look and what people think of me? All I have to say is, atleast I'm not some bitch who thinks she's hot." I snapped. All of their mouths hang open in shock, as well as Stella's. She knew I had a short temper, I dont know why it shocked her so much.

I grab their magazine off of the table and storm off towards the exact, with Stella on my heels. We dont speak the entire way back to my house. It's probably for the better too. As I pull up to the gate of my house, I roll my window down enough that the guard can see who I am, and let me into my own house. I've always hated living in a gated mansion; I know I should be thankful, but my dad didnt work for this. He enherited it. Who's proud of something that was just given to them for aboslutely no reason at all? I know I'm not. I like to work for the things I get, besides my clothes, of course.

Parking my car, I swing open the door and charge into the house without even bothering to see if Stella is following behind. Right now, I just need to think. I dont know what thinking is going to do, but I'm sure as hell not going to let what happened at the mall happen again.

*END OF FLASH BACK*

And that is how I got my my current state of flipping through countless gossip rags, reading what people think about me, seeing what they see of me. I knew people weren't huge fans of me, but I never knew I disgusted them as much as I did. Obviously I wasn't the princess they expected me to grow up to be, much to their displeasure. Many of these rags take digs at my mum, saying that if she were here to raise me, I'd be different. But they obviously can't grasp the fact that, no, my mum wasn't around to raise me. But you know what? That doesnt mean she has no influence on my life.

My mum is more of an influence to me than anyone could ever imagine. From what I was told, she was a kick ass person. She didnt tolerate people treating her or her loved ones like shit, and she wasn't affraid of voicing her opinion either. But much like me, she was shy in her own ways. Like the day she met my dad, appearently she fainted. That story never fails to cheer me up. I have this prediction that if my mum hadn't died, that we would be very close. Almost like sisters.

On to happier subjects, I'd rather not get more depressed than I already am. 

All of these words in the magazines that are now spread out all over my bedroom floor, their words jump out at me. Horrible things are said, but that doesnt stop them from practically jumping in my face. It's as if they are all hoping off of the page, screaming "LOOK AT ME!", "OH NO, LOOK AT ME! I'M MEANER THAN THAT ONE!" and so on.

Must kids I'm sure would be crying their eyes out if these words were aimed at them. Some would go as far as commiting suicide. But for me, those thoughts never even crossed my mind once. My reaction, was one I'm sure my mum would have had. I was pissed. No, I was beyond pissed. I was livid.

Thus, how my evil plan formed. About first, it seemed like it would never work in a million years. But I worked the guts up to ask Stella what she thought of my plans, she thought it was evil genius. She rushed over to my house right away with the demands that I call Aunt Kate to come help out. I had no problem with doing this, Aunt Kate and I were super close.

Stella and Aunt Kate arrived within an hour. They squealed with excitement as I told them just how serious I was. I wanted to start my plan right then and there, so I wouldn't chicken out over tonights sleep. With that, I headed down stairs to beg my dad for some cash. He gladly handed over a couple hundred dollars, and we headed out to begin.

We went to the mall first, for the second time today. This time though I bought things like sundresses, flip flips, skinny jeans, skirts, vneck shirts, floral printed things. Anything you can imagine on a girly girl I bought. Once we were done there, we headed out to the hair salon.

Aunt Kate did all of the talking with just a little input from Stella. I had no clue what they were doing to me, but I was nervous and scared. As the women did my hair, another young girl was waxing and plucking away at my eyebrows. I seriously felt like I was in that movie Princess Diaries. I am a princess after all, it's just not my grandmother forcing me to go through all of these changes.

In my version of the movie, it's all me. I wanted to change my appearance and become a better person. When peope look at me, I want them to say "Oh wow, doesn't Isabel look gorgeous like her mother?"

This ones for you, mom.

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So0o0o0o0o boring, I know.  I pinky promise itll get better within the next few chapters!

Incase someone didn't get to see the message I sent out, My school starts Sep 6th. Which means I have 2 more books to read and three essays to write by then. Thats three weeks. Wensday I leave for vacation until next tuesday. I might write friday night or saturday night if I have time.

Bare with me, please? :)

Also, please check out my new story The Flirt Game. It's a humor book, I love writing in so much.

Anywho, lemme know whatcha think? Hope everyone who read When Harry met Sofie reads this as well!

Much love, xxoo.