Chapter Seven:
Story P.O.V
Elizabeth hasn't seen her parents or her royalty family since she was 18, when she snuck out of the castle to go live a normal life.
She never liked the way they lived their lives, waiting on everybody. She loved doing things by herself, she wanted to be independent and to accomplish things in her own without help from anybody.
So she went to America where no one tells you how to be your own person. Where people will tell you how it is without sugar coating it. Yes society there is fucked up, unlike Stein but that makes people learn from what's right and what's wrong. It teaches people that there is such thing as 'perfection'.
Elizabeth became her own kind of perfection..
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Elizabeth's P.O.V.
Driving to the gate of the castle she used to live in, she gripped her steering wheel tightly as memories flashed through her head of how much she hated it there..
She pulled up the the mic to announce who is at the gate and she spoke her full name quietly and she heard a gasp and a whisper though the other line as the gate hesitantly opened, and once it was open people from gardening looked at the black car that was reflecting the sun to it with curious faces.
Looking at their dumbfounded faces she's stopped in the middle of the long drive way and got out of her car, putting her black sunglasses on the bridge of her perfectly slender nose and the silence made the sound of her clicking heels so loud it echoed everywhere.
She stalked like a model on a runway, not like she would know.. she hates publicity. But she slowly walked up the stairs to the doorway and lowered her head as she heard more whispers from people.
And then she smiled.. A devilish smile, and swung the huge doors up and laughed slightly and screamed "I'm back bitches!!" And as her voice so loud through every room, people rushed out to see who it was but the only people who she saw out of everyone was her parents.
"Izzy?.." She heard a small voice walk up next to her and she frowned while looking up slowly...
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Life As a Masterpiece
RomantikIn one life time, people love, people hate, people die, and people are born. But no one ever sees the true beauty in life unless they're told to. But I do. My name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Pierce. And I'm here to tell you about my story. Life As a...
